Win. Glo'fter, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe To give me hearing what I shall reply. If I were covetous, perverfe, ambitious, As he will have me: how am I so poor? How haps it then, I seek not to advance Or raife myself? but keep my wonted Calling. And for diffention, who preferreth peace More than I do? except I 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, fhould be about the King; And That engenders thunder in his breast, And makes him roar these accufations forth. But he shall know, I am as goodGlou. As good?

Thou baftard 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, faucy priest?
Win. And am not I a prelate of the Church?
Glou. Yes, as an out-law in a caftle keeps,
And uses it to patronage his theft.
Win. Unrev'rend Glofter!

Glou. Thou art reverend

Touching thy fpiritual function, not thy life.
Win. This Rome shall remedy.

War. Roam thither then.

Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. War. Ay, fee, the Bishop be not over-born. Som. Methinks, my lord fhould be religious; And know the Office that belongs to fuch.

War. Methinks his lordship fhould be humbler then, It fitteth not a prelate fo to plead.

Som. Yes, when his holy ftate is touch'd fo 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;

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Left

Left it be faid, " Speak, firrah, when you fhould; "Muft your bold verdict enter talk with lords? Elfe would I have a fling at Winchester.

K. Henry. Uncles of Glo'fter, and Winchester,
The special watchmen of our English weal;
I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
To join your hearts in love and amity.
Oh, what a fcandal is it to our Crown,
That two fuch noble peers, as ye, should jar!
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell,
Civil diffention is a vip'rous worm,

That gnaws the bowels of the Common-wealth,
[A noife 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 noife again, Stones, Stones,

Mayor. OH, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,

Pity the city London, pity us;
The Bishop and the Duke of Glo'fter'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 fo fall 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 compell'd to shut our shops.

Enter, in Skirmish, with bloody pates.

K. Henry. We charge you on allegiance to our felves, To hold your flaughtering hands, and keep the peace: Pray, uncle Glofter, mitigate this ftrife.

I Serv.

1

1 Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden ftones, we'll fall to it with our teeth.

2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as refolute.

Skirmish again. Glou. You of my houfhold, leave this peevish broil; And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.

3

your

Serv. My lord, we know Grace to be a man Juft and upright; and for your royal birth Inferior to none but to his Majefty: And ere that we will fuffer fuch a Prince, So kind a father of the Common-weal, To be difgraced by an Inkhorn mate; We, and our wives, and children, all will fight: And have our bodies flaughter'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, ftay, I fay;

And if you love me, as you fay you do,

Let me perfuade you to forbear awhile.

K. Henry. O, how this discord doth afflict my foul!
Can you, my lord of Winchefter, behold

My fighs 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 repulfe

To flay your fov'reign, and deftroy the Realm.
Ye fee, what mischief, and what murder too,
Hath been enacted thro' your enmity:
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
Win. He fhall fubmit, or I will never yield.
Glou. Compaffion on the King commands me ftoop;
Or I would fee 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 difcontented fury,

As by his smoothed brows it doth appear.
Why look you still so ftern and tragical?
Glou. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
K. Henry. Fie, uncle Beauford: I have heard you
preach,

That malice was a great and grievous fin:

And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
But prove a chief offender in the fame?

War. Sweet King! the Bishop hath a kindly gird:
For fhame, my lord of Winchester, relent;
What, fhall a child inftruct you what to do?
Win. Well, Duke of Glo'fter, 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 ferveth for a flag of truce

Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers:
So help me God, as I diffemble not!

Win. [Afide.] So help me God, as I intend it not! K. Henry. O loving uncle, gentle Duke of Glo’fter, How joyful am I made by this contract!

Away, my mafters, trouble us no more;
But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
1 Serv. Content, I'll to the furgeon's.

2 Serv. So will I.

3 Serv. And I'll see what physic the tavern affords.

War. A

SCENE

[Exeunt.

II.

CCEPT this scrowl, moft gracious Sove

reign,

Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet

We do exhibit to your Majefty.

Glou. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick; For, fweet

Prince,

An if your Grace mark ev'ry circumstance,
You have great reafon to do Richard right:

Efpe

Especially, for those occafions

At Eltham-place I told your Majesty.

K. Henry. And thofe occafions, uncle, were of force:
Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,
That Richard be restored to his blood.

War. Let Richard be restored to his blood,
So fhall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.
Win. As will the reft, fo willeth Winchefter.
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 Defcent.
Rich Thy humble fervant vows obedience,
And faithful service, till the point of death.

K. Henry. Stoop, then, and set your knee against
my foot.

And in reguerdon of that duty done,

I gird thee with the valiant fword of York.
Rife, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
And rife created Princely Duke of York.

Rich. And fo thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall!
And as my duty springs, so perish they,
That grudge one thought againft your Majesty!
All. Welcome, high Prince, the mighty Duke of York!
Som. Perish, base Prince, ignoble Duke of York!

[Afide.

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Glou. Now will it beft avail your Majefty
To cross the feas, and to be crown'd in France:
The Prefence of a King engenders love

Amongst his fubjects and his loyal friends,

As it disanimates his enemies.

[goes;

K. Henry. When Glo'fter fays the word, King Henry

For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Glou. Your fhips already are in readiness. [Exeunt.

Manet Exeter.

Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France,

Not feeing what is likely to enfue;