But now thy uncle is removing hence, As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd Plan. Ŏ uncle, would fome part of my young years Might but redeem the paffage of your age! Mort. Thou doft then wrong me, as that flaught'rer Which giveth many wounds when one will kill. [doth Mourn not, except thou forrow for my good; Only give order for my funeral. And fo farewell; and fair befal thy hopes, And profp'rous be thy life, in peace and war! [Dies. Plan. And peace, no war, befal thy parting foul! In prifon haft thou spent a pilgrimage, And, like a hermit, over-paft thy days. Well; I will lock his counfel in my breaft; Or make my ill th' advantage of my good. A CT [Exit, SCENE I. III. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloucefter, Winchefter, Warwick, Somerfet, Suffolk, and Richard Plantagenet. Gloucester offers to put up a bill: Winchefter fnatches it, and tears it. C% Win. Om't thou with deep premeditated lines, * Being made a tool by the Percies and others to countenance their quarrels. As As I, with fudden and extemporal speech, Glou. Prefumptuous priest, this place commands my patience; Or thou fhould'st find thou haft dishonour'd me. The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, And for thy treach'ry, what's more manifeft? Win. Glo'fter, I do defie thee Lords, vouchsafe Glou. 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 prieft? Win. And am not I a Prelate of the church? Glou. Thou art reverend Touching thy fpiritual function, not thy life. War. Roam thither then. Som. My Lord, it were your duty to forhear. War. Ay, fee the Bishop be not overborn. Som. Methinks my Lord fhould be religious, And know the office that belongs to fuch. War. Methinks his Lordship should be humbler then, It fitteth not a Prelate fo to plead. Som. Yes, when his holy state 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 fee, must hold his tongue; [Afide. Left it be faid, ‹ Speak, firrah, when you should; 'Muft your bold verdict enter talk with Lords? Elfe would I have a fling at Winchester. K. Henry Uncles of Glo'fter, and of Winchester, The special watchman 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 fhould jar! Believe me, Lords, my tender years can tell, Civil diffenfion is a vip'rous worm, That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. [4 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, SCENE II. Enter Mayor. Mayor. Oh, my good Lords, and virtuous Henry, Pity the city London, pity us; The Bishop and the Duke of Glo'fter's men, Have fill'd their pockets full of peeble-ftones. And, And, banding themselves in contrary parts, That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: Enter feveral in skirmish, with bloody pates. K. Henry. We charge you, on allegiance to ourfelves, To hold your flaught'ring hands, and keep the peace. Pray, uncle Glo'fter, mitigate this ftrife. 1. Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden stones, 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 peevith broil, And fet this unaccustom'd fight aside. 3 Ser. My Lord we know your Grace to be a man Juft and upright; and for your royal birth Inferior to none but to his Majesty: And ere that we will fuffer fuch a prince, To be difgraced by an inkhorn-mate; We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, 1 Serv. Ay, and the very pairings 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, my foul! K. Henry. O, how this discord doth afflict War. My Lord Protector, yield; yield, Winchefter; :. Win. Win. He fhall fubmit, or I will never yield. Glou. Compaffion on the King commands me stoop, 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 Beaufort: I have heard you That malice was a great and grievous fin: [preach, And will not you maintain the thing you teach, But prove a chief offender in the fame ? War. Sweet King! the Bifhop hath a kindly gird. For fhame, my Lord of Winchester, relent; What, shall a child instruct you what to do? Win. Well, Duke of Glo'fter, I will yield to thee; Betwixt ourselves and all our followers. Win. [Afide.] So help me God as I intend it not, K. Henry. O loving uncle, gentle Duke of Glo'fster, How joyful am I made by this contract? Away, my masters, trouble us no more; 2. Serv. So will I. 3 Serv. And I'll fee what phyfic the tavern affords. [Exeunt War. Accept this fcrowl, moft gracious Sovereign, Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your Majefty. Glou. Well urge'd, my Lord of Warwick: for, fweet And if your Grace mark ev'ry circumftance, [Prince, You have great reafon to do Richard right: Efpecially for thofe occafions At Eltham-place I told your Majesty. VOL. IV. 3 A K. Henry. |