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And useth it to patronage his theft.
Win. Unreverent Gloster!
Glo. Thou art reverent
Win. This Rome shall remedy.
Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious,
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;
K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester,
[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.
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,
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 !
K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my soul !
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;
War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke
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;
Glo. Ay; but I fear me, with a hollow heart.-
Win. So help me God, as I intend it not! [ Aside.
K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster,
i Sero. Content; I'll to the surgeon's.
[Exeunt Servants, Mayor, &c.
K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of force :
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,
Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience,
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,