Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines?

3.1.21206With written pamphlets studiously devised?

3.1.31207Humphrey of Gloucester, if thou canst accuse,

3.1.41208Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,

3.1.51209Do it without invention, suddenly,

3.1.61210As I with sudden, and extemporal speech

3.1.71211Purpose to answer what thou canst object.

Presumptuous priest, this place commands my patience,

3.1.91213Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonored me.

3.1.101214Think not, although in writing I preferred

3.1.111215The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,

3.1.121216That therefore I have forged, or am not able

3.1.131217Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen.

3.1.141218No, prelate, such is thy audacious wickedness,

3.1.151219Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,

3.1.161220As very infants prattle of thy pride.

3.1.171221Thou art a most pernicious usurer,

3.1.181222Froward by nature, enemy to peace,

3.1.191223Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems

3.1.201224A man of thy profession and degree.

3.1.211225And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?

3.1.221226In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,

3.1.231227As well at London Bridge as at the Tower.

3.1.241228Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,

3.1.251229The King thy sovereign is not quite exempt

3.1.261230From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords vouchsafe

3.1.281232To give me hearing what I shall reply.

3.1.291233If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,

3.1.301234As he will have me, how am I so poor?

3.1.311235Or how haps it I seek not to advance

3.1.321236Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?

3.1.331237And for dissension, who preferreth peace

3.1.341238More than I do, except I be provoked?

3.1.351239No, my good lords, it is not that offends;

3.1.361240It is not that that hath incensed the Duke.

3.1.371241It is because no one should sway but he,

3.1.381242No one but he should be about the King;

3.1.391243And that engenders thunder in his breast

3.1.401244And makes him roar these accusations forth.

3.1.411245But he shall know I am as good.

As good?

3.1.431247Thou bastard of my grandfather.

Aye, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,

3.1.451249But one imperious in another's throne?

Am I not Protector, saucy priest?

And am not I a prelate of the Church?

Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,

3.1.491253And useth it to patronage his theft.

Unreverent Gloucester.

Thou art reverend

3.1.521256Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.

Rome shall remedy this.

Roam thither then.

My lord, it were your duty to forbear.

Aye, see the bishop be not overborne.

Methinks my lord should be religious,

3.1.581262And know the office that belongs to such.

Methinks his lordship should be humbler,

3.1.601264It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.

Yes, when his holy state is touched so near.

State holy or unhallowed, what of that?

3.1.631267Is not his grace Protector to the King?

Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,

3.1.651269Lest it be said, "Speak, sirrah, when you should;

3.1.661270Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?"

3.1.671271Else would I have a fling at Winchester.

Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,

3.1.691273The special watchmen of our English weal,

3.1.701274I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,

3.1.711275To join your hearts in love and amity.

3.1.721276O what a scandal is it to our crown

3.1.731277That two such noble peers as ye should jar.

3.1.741278Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell

3.1.751279Civil dissension is a viperous worm

3.1.761280That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

[Within.] Down with the tawny coats.

What tumult's this?

An uproar, I dare warrant,

3.1.801285Begun through malice of the Bishop's men.

[Within.] Stones, stones.

Oh my good lords, and virtuous Henry,

3.1.831289Pity the city of London, pity us.

3.1.841290The Bishop, and the Duke of Gloucester's men,

3.1.851291Forbidden late to carry any weapon,

3.1.861292Have filled their pockets full of pebble stones

3.1.871293And, banding themselves in contrary parts,

3.1.881294Do pelt so fast at one another's pate

3.1.891295That many have their giddy brains knocked out.

3.1.901296Our windows are broke down in every street,

3.1.911297And we, for fear, compelled to shut our shops.

We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,

3.1.931300To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace.

3.1.941301Pray, Uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.

Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we'll fall 1303to it with our teeth.

Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.

You of my household, leave this peevish broil,

3.1.981307And set this unaccustomed fight aside.

My lord, we know your grace to be a man

3.1.1001309Just and upright and, for your royal birth,

3.1.1011310Inferior to none but to his majesty;

3.1.1021311And ere that we will suffer such a prince,

3.1.1031312So kind a father of the commonweal,

3.1.1041313To be disgracèd by an inkhorn mate,

3.1.1051314We and our wives and children all will fight

3.1.1061315And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.

Aye, and the very parings of our nails

3.1.1081317Shall pitch a field when we are dead.

Stay, stay, I say.

3.1.1101320And if you love me, as you say you do,

3.1.1111321Let me persuade you to forbear a while.

O, how this discord doth afflict my soul.

3.1.1131323Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold

3.1.1141324My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?

3.1.1151325Who should be pitiful if you be not?

3.1.1161326Or who should study to prefer a peace,

3.1.1171327If holy churchmen take delight in broils?

Yield my lord Protector. Yield Winchester.

3.1.1191329Except you mean with obstinate repulse

3.1.1201330To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.

3.1.1211331You see what mischief, and what murder too,

3.1.1221332Hath been enacted through your enmity.

3.1.1231333Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.

He shall submit, or I will never yield.

Compassion on the King commands me stoop,

3.1.1261336Or I would see his heart out ere the priest

3.1.1271337Should ever get that privilege of me.

Behold, my lord of Winchester, the Duke

3.1.1291339Hath banished moody discontented fury,

3.1.1301340As by his smoothèd brows it doth appear.

3.1.1311341Why look you still so stern and tragical?

Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.

Fie, Uncle Beaufort. I have heard you preach

3.1.1341344That malice was a great and grievous sin;

3.1.1351345And will not you maintain the thing you teach,

3.1.1361346But prove a chief offender in the same?

Sweet King, the Bishop hath a kindly gird.

3.1.1381348For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent.

3.1.1391349What, shall a child instruct you what to do?

Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee

3.1.1411351Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.

[Aside.] Aye, but I fear me with a hollow heart.

3.1.1431353[To the others.] See here, my friends and loving countrymen,

3.1.1441354This token serveth for a flag of truce

3.1.1451355Betwixt ourselves and all our followers.

3.1.1461356So help me God, as I dissemble not.

[Aside.] So help me God, as I intend it not.

O loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,

3.1.1491359How joyful am I made by this contract.

3.1.1501360[To the Servingmen.] Away my masters, trouble us no more,

3.1.1511361But join in friendship as your lords have done.

Content. I'll to the surgeon's.

And so will I.

And I will see what physic the tavern 1365affords.

Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,

3.1.1561367Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet

3.1.1571368We do exhibit to your majesty.

Well urged, my Lord of Warwick; for, sweet prince,

3.1.1591370And if your grace mark every circumstance,

3.1.1601371You have great reason to do Richard right,

3.1.1611372Especially for those occasions

3.1.1621373At Eltham Place I told your majesty.

And those occasions, uncle, were of force.

3.1.1641375Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is

3.1.1651376That Richard be restorèd to his blood.

Let Richard be restorèd to his blood.

3.1.1671378So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.

As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.

If Richard will be true, not that all alone

3.1.1701381But all the whole inheritance I give

3.1.1711382That doth belong unto the house of York,

3.1.1721383From whence you spring by lineal descent.

Thy humble servant vows obedience

3.1.1741385And humble service till the point of death.

Stoop then, and set your knee against my foot.

3.1.1761387And in reguerdon of that duty done,

3.1.1771388I gird thee with the valiant sword of York.

3.1.1781389Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,

3.1.1791390And rise created princely Duke of York.

[Rising.] And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall;

3.1.1811392And as my duty springs, so perish they

3.1.1821393That grudge one thought against your majesty.

Welcome high prince, the mighty Duke of York.

[Aside.] Perish base prince, ignoble Duke of York.

Now will it best avail your majesty

3.1.1861397To cross the seas and to be crowned in France.

3.1.1871398The presence of a king engenders love

3.1.1881399Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,

3.1.1891400As it disanimates his enemies.

When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes,

3.1.1911402For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Your ships already are in readiness.

Aye, we may march in England or in France,

3.1.1941407Not seeing what is likely to ensue.

3.1.1951408This late dissension grown betwixt the peers

3.1.1961409Burns under fainèd ashes of forged love,

3.1.1971410And will at last break out into a flame.

3.1.1981411As festered members rot but by degree

3.1.1991412Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,

3.1.2001413So will this base and envious discord breed.

3.1.2011414And now I fear that fatal prophecy

3.1.2021415Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth,

3.1.2031416Was in the mouth of every sucking babe:

3.1.2041417That "Henry born at Monmouth should win all,

3.1.2051418And Henry born at Windsor, lose all".

3.1.2061419Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish

3.1.2071420His days may finish, ere that hapless time.