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 fling 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, Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones; Enter, skirmishing, the retainers of Gloster and Winchester, 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 it 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, We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, 1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. Glo. [Skirmish again. Stay, stay, I say! And, if you love me, as you say you do, 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; Unseemly, indecent. This was a term of reproach towards men of learning.. Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. K. Hen. Fy, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach, That malice was a great and grievous sin: And will not you maintain the thing you teach, War. Sweet king!-the bishop hath a kindly gird*. 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 contract!Away, my masters! trouble us no more; But join in friendship, as your lords have done. 1 Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. 2 Serv. And so will I. Feels an emotion of kind remorse. 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, At Eltham-place I told your majesty. K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of force: Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; That doth belong unto the house of York, And, in reguerdon* of that duty done, I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: 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! York! Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York! [Aside. Recompense. Glo. Now it will best avail your majesty, To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France: Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends; 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, [Exit. SCENE II. France. Before Rouen. Enter La Pucelle disguised, and Soldiers dressed like countrymen, with sacks upon their backs. Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of Roüen, Through which our policy must make a breach: Take heed, be wary how you place your words; Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men, |