King. Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester, That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. War. An uproar, I dare warrant, Begun through malice of the bishop's men. [A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor. May. O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry, The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men, Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones That many have their giddy brains knock'd out : Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates. King. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace. Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife. 78. bishop, i.e. bishop's; the both nouns, though the 'men ་ 's of Gloucester's' applying to are different. 70 80 First Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we 'll fall to it with our teeth. Sec. Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. [Skirmish again. Glou. You of my household, leave this peevish broil And set this unaccustom'd fight aside. Third. Serv. My lord, we know your grace to Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, And ere that we will suffer such a prince, We and our wives and children all will fight Shall pitch a field when we are dead. Glou. [Begin again. Stay, stay, I say! And if you love me, as you say you do, King. O, how this discord doth afflict my soul! My sighs and tears and will not once relent? Or who should study to prefer a peace, If holy churchmen take delight in broils? War. Yield, my lord protector; yield, Win chester; Except you mean with obstinate repulse 99. an inkhorn mate, a ' mere scholar.' 90 100 110 103. pitch a field, array an army. Hath been enacted through your enmity; Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest War. Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke Glou. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. King. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach That malice was a great and grievous sin; War. Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird. For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent! Win. Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to Love for thy love and hand for hand I give. Glou. [Aside] Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart. See here, my friends and loving countrymen ; Betwixt ourselves and all our followers: Win. [Aside] So help me God, as I intend it not! King. O loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester, 131. hath a kindly gird, receives a meet rebuke. 120 130 140 But join in friendship, as your lords have done. Sec. Serv. Glou. Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: for, An if your grace mark every circumstance, At Eltham Place I told your majesty. King. And those occasions, uncle, were of force: War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience And humble service till the point of death. King. Stoop then and set your knee against my foot; And, in reguerdon of that duty done, I gird 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! 150 160 170 156. At Eltham Place I told, etc., i.e. which I told . . . at Eltham Place. And as my duty springs, so perish they Som. [Aside] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York! Glou. Now will it best avail your majesty To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France: 180 The presence of a king engenders love Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends, As it disanimates his enemies. King. When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes; For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Glou. Your ships already are in readiness. [Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but Exeter. Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue. This late dissension grown betwixt the peers As fester'd members rot but by degree, Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish 183. disanimates, discourages. 190 200 |