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But now thy uncle is removing hence,
Plan. Ő uncle, would some part of my young years Might but redeem the passage of your age !
Mort. Thɔu dost then wrong me, as that slaught'rer Which giveth many wounds when one will kill. [doth Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good ; Only give order for my funeral. And so 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 prison halt thou spent a pilgrimage, And, like a hermit, over-past thy days. Well; I will lock his counsel in my breast; And what I do imagine, let that reit. Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself Will see his burial better than his life. Here lies the dusky torch of Mortimer, Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort *. And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, I doubt not but with honour to redress. And therefore hafte I to the parliament; Either to be restored to my blood, Or make my ill th' advantage of my good. [Exit,
ACT III. SCENE
Ν Ε Ι. The parliament. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloucester, Win
chester, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, and Richard Plantagenet. Gloucester offers to put up a bill: Win
chefter snatches it, and lears it. Win. Om'st thou with deep premeditated lines,
With written pamphlets studiously devis'd? Humphry of Glo'ster, if thou can'st accuse, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, Do it without invention suddenly;
Being made a tool by the Percies and others to countenance their quarrels.
As I, with sudden and extemporal speech,
Win. Glo'ster, I do defie thee Lords, vouchsafe
these accusations forth. But be shall know I am as good
Glou. As good?
Win. Ay, lordly Sir; for what are you, I pray,
Win. And am not I a Prelate of the church?
Glou. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps, And uses it to patronage his theft.
Win. Unrey'rend Glo'lter !
Glou. Thou art reverend
Win. This Rome shall remedy.
Som. Methinks my Lord should be religious,
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 so 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
your bold verdict enter talk with Lords? Else would I have a fling at Winchester,
K. Henry, Uncles of Glo'ster, 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 scandal is it to our crown, That two such noble Peers as ye fhould jar ! Believe me, Lords, my tender years can tell, Civil dissension is a vip'rous worm, That
gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
[ 4 noise 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 noise 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'ster's men, Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Have filld their pockets full of peeble-stones.
And, banding themselves in contrary parts,
Enter several in skirmish, with bloody pates.
felves, To hold your flaught'ring hands, and keep the peace. Pray, uncle Glo'ster, 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. Glou. You of my houshold, leave this peevith broil, And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
3 Ser. My Lord we know your Grace to be a man Just and upright; and for your royal birth Inferior to none but to his Majesty : And ere that we will suffer fuch a prince, So kind a father to the common weal, To be disgraced by an inkhorn-mate; We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes.
1 Serv. Ay, and the very pairings of our nails Shall pitch a field when we are dead. [Begin again.
Glou. Stay, stay, I say; And if
love me, as you say you do, Let me persuade you to forbear a while. K. Henry. O, how this discord doth afflict
foul ! Can you, my Lord of Winchester, 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 obstinate repulse To say your sovereign, and destroy the realm. Ye see, what mischief, and what murther too, Hath been enacted thro' your enmity : Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood,
Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield.
Glou. Compaflion on the King commands me stoop, Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest Should ever get that privilege of me.
War. Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the Duke Hath banilh'd moody difcontented fury, As by his smoothed brows it doth appear. Why look you still fo 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 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 Glo'ster, 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.
Win. [ Afide.] So help me God as I intend it not.
K. Henry. O loving uncle, gentle Duke of Glo'iter,
I Serv. Content, I'll to the surgeon's.
[Exeunt. 'S CE N E III. War. Accept this fcrowl, most gracious Sovereign, Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your Majesty.
Glou. Well urge'd, my Lord of Warwick : for, sweet And if your Grace mark ev'ry circumstance, [Prince, You have great reason to do Richard right: Especially for those occasions At Eltham-place I told your Majesty. Vol. IV.