IO First Warder. Who's there that knocks so im periously? First Servant. It is the noble Duke of Gloucester. Second Warder. Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in. First Servant. Villains, answer you so the Lord Protector? So we but mine? There's none protector of the realm but I. -Break up the gates! I'll be your warrantize. Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? [Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and Woodvile the Lieutenant speaks within Woodvile. What noise is this? what traitors have we here? Gloucester. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear? Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter. Woodvile. Have patience, noble duke! I may not open; Gloucester. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 20 'fore me, Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate, Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook? 13. warrantize, authority. 30 Thou art no friend to God or to the king. Protector, Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats. Winchester. How now, ambitious Humphrey! what means this? Gloucester. Peeled priest, dost thou command me to be shut out? Winchester. I do, thou most usurping proditor, And not protector, of the king or realm. Gloucester. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator, Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord, Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin. I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, If thou proceed in this thy insolence. Winchester. Nay, stand thou back; I will not budge a foot. This be Damascus, be thou cursëd Cain, To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. Gloucester. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back. Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth I'll use to carry thee out of this place. Winchester. Do what thou darest; I beard thee to 40 thy face. Gloucester. What! am I dared and bearded to my face? 30. peeled, tonsured. 31. proditor, betrayer (Lat.). 36. canvass, shake up and down. 38. budge, move. Draw, men, for all this privileged place, beard! my feet I'll stamp thy cardinal's hat; In spite of Pope or dignities of church, 50 Here by the cheeks I 'll drag thee up and down. Winchester, Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the Pope. a rope!' and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of Lon don and his officers. Mayor. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace! Gloucester. Peace, Mayor! thou knowest little of my wrongs. Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, 60 Hath here distrained the Tower to his use. Winchester. Here's Gloucester too, a foe to citizens, One that still motions war, and never peace, O'ercharging your free purses with large fines, That seeks to overthrow religion, Because he is protector of the realm, And would have armour here out of the Tower, To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. 61. distrained, seized. (B 816) 3 Gloucester. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. [Here they skirmish again. Mayor. Nought rests for me in this tumultuous strife, But to make open proclamation. Come, officer! as loud as e'er thou canst, cry! Officer. [Reads.] All manner of men assembled here in arms this day against God's peace and the king's, we charge and command you, in his highness' name, to repair to your several dwelling-places, and not to wear, handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of death. Gloucester. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law; But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. Winchester. Gloucester, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be sure. Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. Mayor. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away. This cardinal's more haughty than the devil. Gloucester. Mayor, farewell! thou dost but what thou mayst. Winchester. Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head; For I intend to have it ere long. [Exeunt. Manent Mayor and Officers. Mayor. See the coast cleared, and then we will depart. Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear! I myself fight not once in forty year. 89. stomachs, passions. 70 80 [Exeunt. 90 SCENE IV. France. Orleans. IO Enter the Master Gunner and his Boy. Master Gunner. Sirrah, thou knowest how Orleans is besieged, And how the English have the suburbs won. Boy. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Howe'er, unfortunate, I missed my aim. Master Gunner. But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me! [Exit. 20 Boy. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; I'll never trouble you, [Exit. |