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Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
Froward by nature, enemy to peace,
Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseeins
A man of thy profession and degree.
And for thy treach'ry what's inore manifest ?
In that thou laid'st å trap to take my life,
As well at London-Bridge, as at the Tower.
Beside I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
The King thy Soveraign is not quite exempt
From envious malice of thy swelling heart
Win. Glo'ster I do defie thee. Lords, vouchsafe
To give me hearing what I shall reply.
If I were covetous, perverse, amibitious,
As he will have me ; how am I so poor?
How haps it then I seek not to advance
Or raise my self? but keep my wonted calling.
And for diffention, who preferreth peace
More than I do? except l be provok'd.
No, my good lords, it is not that offends,
It is not that which hath incens'd the Duke :
It is because no one should sway but he ;
No one but he should be about the King ;
And that engenders thunder in his breaft,
And makes him roar these accusations forth.
But he shall know I am as good.
Glou. As good?
Thou bastard of my grandfather.
Win. Ay, lordly Sir ; for what are you I pray,
But one imperious in another's throne?
Glou. Am not I then Protector, fawcy priett?
Win. And am not I a prelate of the church?
Glou. Yes, as an out-law in a castle keeps,
And useth it to patronage his theft.
Win. Unrey'rend Glòster.
Glou. Thou art reverend
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life,
Win. This Rome shall remedy.
War. Go thither then.
My lord it were your duty to forbear.
Som. Ay, see the bishop be not over-born :
Methinks my lord should be religious,
And know the office that belongs to such.
War. Methinks his lord ship should be humbler thens, It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
War. State holy or unhallow'd, what of that : Is not his grace Protector to the King?
Rich. Plantagenet I see must hold his tongue, Left it be said, Speak firrah when you should, ,
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bold-verdict enter talk with lords? Elfe would I have a fling at Winchester,
K. Henry. Uncles of Gloʻster and of Winchester, .
The special watchmen of our English weal;
I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
To join your hearts in love and anity.
Oh what a scandal is it to our crown,
That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
Civil dissention is a vip rous worm,
That gnaws the bowels of the common-wealth.
[A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats. K. Henry. What tumult's this?
War. An uproar, I dare warrant, Begun thro' malice of the bishop's men.
[A 120ise again, Stones, Stones..
Mayor. Oh my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
Pity the city London, pity us,
The Bishop and the Duke of Glo'ster's men,
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
Have fillid their pockets full of peble stones;
And banding themselves in contrary parts,
Do pelt so fast at one another's pates,
That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
Our windows are broke down in ev'ry street,
And we for fear compellid to shut our shops.
Enter in skirmish with bloody pates.
K. Henry. We charge you on allegiance to our selves, To hold your slaught’ring hands and keep the peace : Pray uncle Gloster mitigate this strife.
i Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden stones we'll fall to ić with our teeth. 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
[skirmish again. Glou. You of my houshold leave this peevish broil, And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man Just and upright; and for your royal birth Inferior to none but to his Majesty :: And ere that we will suffer such a Prince, So kind a father of the common-weal, To be disgraced by an Inkhorn mate, We and our wives and children all will fight. And have our bodies Daughter'd by thy foes.
1 Serv. Ay and the very parings of our nails, Shall pitch a field when we are dead. [Begin again.
Glou. Stay, stay I say,
And if you love me as you say you do,
Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
K. Henry. O how this discord doth afflict my soul !
Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
My lighs and tears, and will not once relent?
Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
Or who should study to prefer a peace,
If holy churchmen take delight in broils ?
War. My lord Protector yield : yield Winchester ;
Except you mean with obftinate repulse
To flay your Soveraign and destroy the realm..
You see what mischief and what murther too
Hath been enacted thro' your enmity :
Then be at peace, excepi ye thirst for blood.
Win. He Inall submit, or I will never yield.
Glou. Compassion on the King commands me ftoor,
Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
Should ever get that privilege of me.
War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the Duke
Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
And by his smother'd brows it doth appear.
Why look you still so stern and tragical?
Glou. Here Winchester I offer thee my
hand. K. Henry. Fie, uncle Beauford : I have heard you
That malice was a great and grievous sin:
And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
But prove a chief offender in the same?
War. Sweet King ! the bishop hath a kindly gird :
For shame my lord of Winchester relent;
What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
Win. Well Duke of Glo jier I will yield to thee,
Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.
Glou. Ay but I fear me with a hollow heart.
See here my friends and loving countrymen,
This token serveth for a flag of truce
Betwixt our felves and all our followers :
So help me God as I dissemble not.
Win. (Aside.) So help me God as I intend it not.
K. Henry. O loying uncle, gentle Duke of Gloster, How joyful am I made by this contract ! Away my masters, trouble us no more, But join in friendship as your lords have done. I Serve
n's. 2 Serv. So will I. 3 Serv. And I'll see what physick the tavern affords.
War. Accept this scrowl, 'most gracious Soveraign, Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your Majesty:
Glou. Well urg'd my lord of Warwick ; For, sweet
And if your grace mark ev'ry circumstance,
You have great reason to do Richard right:
Especially for those occasions
At Eltham place I told you Majesty.
K. Henry. And those occasions, uncle, were of
Therefore my loving lords our pleasure is,
That Richard be reftored to his blood.
War. Let Richard be restored to his blood, So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.
Win. As will the rest, To willeth Winchester.
K. Henry. If Richard will be true, not that alone
But all the whole inheritance I give
That doth belong unto the house of York,
From whence you spring by lineal descent.
Rich. Thy humble servant vows obedience
And faithful service till the point of death.
K. Henry. Stoop then, and set your knee against my
And in reguerdon of that duty done,
I gird thee with the valiant sword of York.
Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
And rise created Princely Duke of York.
Rich. And so thrive Richard, as thy Foes may fall.
And as my duty fprings, fo perish they
That grudge one thought against your Majesty.
All. Welcome,“ high Prince, the mighty Duke of
Som. Perifh, base Prince, ignoble Duke of York.
Glou. Now will it best avail your Majesty
To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France :
The presence of a King engenders love
Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
As it disanimates his enemies.
K. Henry. When Glo'ster says the word King Henry
For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.