SCENE, the PARLIAMENT. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloucefter, Winchefter, Warwick, Somerfet, Suffolk, and Richard Plantagenet; Gloucester offers to put up a Bill: Winchester fnatches it, and tears it. C WINCHESTER. OM'ST thou with deep premeditated lines, As I with fudden and extemporal speech [patience; Glou. Prefumptuous Prieft, this place commands my And for thy treach'ry, what's more manifeft? If If I were covetous, perverse, ambitious, Glou. As good? Thou baftard of my grandfather! ; Win. Ay, lordly Sir; for what are you, I pray, But one imperious in another's throne? Glou. Am not I then Protector, fawcy priest? Glou. Thou art reverend Touching thy fpiritual function, not thy life. War. Roam thither then. Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. War. Ay, fee, the Bishop be not over-born: Som. Methinks, my lord fhould be religious; And know the office that belongs to fuch. War. Methinks, his lordship fhould be humbler then, It fitteth not a prelate fo to plead. Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd fo near. Is not his Grace Protector to the King? Rich. Plantagenet, I fee, muft hold his tongue; Left it be faid, Speak, firrah, when you fhould; Muft your bold verdict enter talk with lords? Elfe would I have a fling at Winchefter. K. Henry. Uncles of Glofter, and of Winchefter, The special watchmen of our English weal; I I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, That gnaws the bowels of the Common-wealth. [A noife 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 noife again, Stones, Stones, Enter Mayor. Mayor. Oh, my good lords, and virtuous Henry, The Bishop and the Duke of Glo'fter's men, Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble ftones; That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: Enter, in Skirmish, with bloody pates. K. Henry. We charge you on allegiance to our felves, To hold your flaught'ring hands, and keep the peace : Pray, uncle Glofter, mitigate this ftrife. Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden ftones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as refolute. [Skirmish again. Glou. You of my houfhold, leave this peevish broil; And fet this unaccuftom'd fight aside. 3 Serv. My lord, we know your Grace to be a man Juft and upright; and for your royal birth Inferior to none but to his Majesty : And ere that we will fuffer fuch a Prince, So kind a father of the Common-weal, To be difgraced by an Inkhorn mate; We, We, and our wives, and children, all will fight: And if you love me, as you fay you do, [Begin again. K. Henry, O, how this difcord doth afflict my foul! Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold My fighs and tears, and will not once relent? Or who fhould ftudy to prefer a peace, War. My lord Protector, yield: yield, Winchefter; Except you mean with obftinate repulfe To flay your Sovereign, and destroy the Realm. War. Behold, my lord of Winchefer, the Duke As by his fmoothed brows it doth appear. Why look you ftill fo ftern and tragical ? Glou. Here, Winchefter, I offer thee my hand. K. Hen. Fie, uncle Beauford: I have heard you preach, That malice was a great and grievous fin: 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 fhame, my lord of Winchefter, relent; Win. Well, Duke of Glofter, I will yield to thee; So help me God, as I diffemble not! Win. [Afide.] So help me God, as I intend it not! Away, my mafters, trouble us no more; 2 Serv. So will I. 3 Serv. And I'll fee what phyfick the tavern affords. [Exeunt. War. Accept this fcrowl, moft gracious Sovereign, Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your Majesty. [Prince, Glou. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick; For, fweet An if your Grace mark ev'ry circumstance, You have great reafon to do Richard right: At Eltham-place I told your Majesty. K. Henry. And thofe occafions, uncle, were of force: Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his blood. War. Let Richard be restored to his blood, That doth belong unto the house of York; And faithful fervice, till the point of death. [foot. K. Henry. Stoop, then, and fet your knee against my And in reguerdon of that duty done, I gird thee with the valiant Sword of York. And rife created Princely Duke of York. Rich. And fo thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! And as my duty fprings, fo perish they, That grudge one thought against your Majesty! All. Welcome, high Prince, the mighty Duke of York! Som. Perish, bafe Prince, ignoble Duke of York! [Afide. Glou. Now will it best avail your Majesty To |