Page images
PDF
EPUB

And useth it to patronage his theft.

Win. Unreverent Gloster!

Glo. Thou art reverent
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.

Win. This Rome shall remedy.
War. Roam thither then.
Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.

Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious,
And know the office that belongs to such.

War. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler; 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 ?

Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue;
Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should;
Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?
Else would I have a fing at Winchester. [ Aside.

K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester,
The special watchmen of our English weal;
I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
To join your hearts in love and amity.
O, 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 viperous worm,
That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.-

[A noise within; Down with the tawny coats! What tumult's this?

War. An uproar, I dare warrant,

Begun through malice of the bishop's men.

[.A noise again; Stones! Stones!

Enter the Mayor of London, attended.
May. O, my good lords, -and virtuous Henry,–
Pity the city of London, pity us!
The bishop and the duke of Gloster’s men,
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
Have fill’d their pockets full of pebble-stones;
And, banding themselves in contrary parts,
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,
That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
Our windows are broke down in every street,
And we, for fear, compelld to shut our shops.

Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers of Gloster and Win

CHESTER, with bloody pates. K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace. Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife.

1 Serv. Nay, if we be Forbidden stones, we'll fall to't with our teeth. 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.

[Skirmish again. Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish broil, And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.

1 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, Inferior to none, but his majesty : And, ere that we will suffer such a prince, So kind a father of the commonweal, To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,

We, and our wives, and children, all will fight,
And have our bodies slaughter’d by thy foes.

2 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. [Skirmish again.

Glo. Stay, stay, I say !
And, if you love me, as you say you do,
Let me persuade you to forbear a while.

K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my soul !
Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
My sighs 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 obstinate repulse, To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. You see what mischief, and what murder too, Hath been enacted through your enmity; Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.

Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield.

Glo. Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
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,
As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
Why look you still so stern, and tragical?

Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.

K. Hen. Fye, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach, 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 Gloster, I will yield to thee;
Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.

Glo. 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 ourselves, and all our followers :
So help me God, as I dissemble not!

Win. So help me God, as I intend it not! [ Aside.

K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster,
How joyful am I made by this contráct!
Away, my masters ! trouble us no more;
But join in friendship, as your lords have done.

i Sero. Content; I'll to the surgeon's.
2 Serv. And so will I.
3 Serv. And I will see what physick the tavern affords.

[Exeunt Servants, Mayor, &c.
War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign;
Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
We do exhibit to your majesty.
Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick ;--for, sweet

prince,
An if your grace mark every circumstance,
You have great reason to do Richard right:
Especially, for those occasions
At Eltham-place I told your majesty.

K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of force :
Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,
That Richard be restored to his blood.

llar. Let Richard be restored to bis blood; So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.

Ilin. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.

K. Hen. 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.

Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience,
And humble service, till the point of death.

K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against my foot; And, in reguerdon of that duty done, I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet; And rise created princely duke of York.

Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! And as my duty springs so perish they That grudge one thought against your majesty!

Al. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of York! Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York!

Aside. Glo. 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 eneinies.

K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king Henry goes; For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.

[Exeunt all but EXETER. Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue: This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers,

« PreviousContinue »