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London. Hill before the Tower. Enter, at the Gates, the Duke of GLOSTER,
with his Servingmen in blue coats.
Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is con
veyance. Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates: it is Gloster ikat calls.
[Servants knock. 1. Ward. [Within.] Who is there that knocks
so imperiously? 1. Serv. It is the noble Duke of Gloster. 2. Ward. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you
may not be let in. 1. Serv. Villains, answer you so the lord
Protector? 1. Ward. [Within.] The Lord protect him!
so we answer him ; We do no otherwise than we are will'd. Glo. Who willed you ? or whose will stands,
but mine? There's no Protector of the realm, but I. Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize : Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
Servants rush at the Tower gates. Enter, to the
gates, WooDVILLE, the Lieutenant. Wood. [Within.] What noise is this ? what
traitors have we here? Glo. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear? Open the gates; here's Gloster that would enter. Wood. (Within.] Have patience, noble Duke;
I may not open ; The Cardinal of Winchester forbids : From him I have express commandement, That thou, nor none of thive, shall be let in. Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him
'fore me? Arrogant Winchester ? that haughty Prelate , Whom Henry, our late Sovereigu ne'er could
brook ? Thou art no friend to God, or to the King: Open the gates, or I'll shut thce out shortly. 1. Scrv. Open the gates unto the lord Pro
tector; Or we'll burst them open,
if that you come not quickly.
Enter WINCHESTER, attended by a train of Serv
ants in tawny coats. IV in. How now, ambitious Humphry? what
mcans this? Glo. Pield priest, dost thou command me
to be shut out? Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, And not Protector of the King or realm,
Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator; Thou, that contriy’dst to murder our dead lord; Thou, that giv’st whores indulgences to sin: I'll canvass the in thy broad Carlinal's hat, If thou proceed in this thy insolence. Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will
budge a foot; This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, To slay thy brother Abel, is thou wilt.
Glo, I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee
back: Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth
to carry thee out of this place. Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to
thy face. Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to
Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
beard ; [Gloster and his men attack the Bishop. I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: Under my feet I stamp thy Cardinal's hat; In spite of Pope, or diguities of church, Here by the cheeks I'll dray thee up and down. Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before
the Pope. Glo, Winchester goose, I cry a rope! a
lope! Now beat them hence, Why do you let them Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolse in sheep's
array. Out, tawny coats ! out, scarlet hypocrite! Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, En
ter the Mayor of London, and Officers. May. Fie, Lords! that you, being supreme
magistrates, Thus contumeliously should hreak the peace ! Glo. Peace, Mayor; thou know'st little of
my wrongst : Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor King, Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
Win. Here's Gloster 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 realın; And wou!ıl have armour here out of the Tower, To crown himself King, and suppress the Prince. Glo. I will not answer thee with words,
[Here they skirmish again. May. Nought rests for me in this tumult
uous strile, But to make open proclamation: Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.
Orr. 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,
Glo. Cardioal, I'll be no breaker of the law: But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. Win Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cuft,
be sure: Thy heart-hlood I will have for this day's work. May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not
away : This Cardinal is more haughty than the devil. Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what
thon may’st. Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head : For I intend to have it, ere long, (Exeunt. May.. See the coast clear’d, and then we will
depart. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs
hear! I myself fight not once in forty years. [Exeunt.
SCE N E IV.
France. Before Orleans.
and his Son.
is besieg'di And how the English have the suburbs won.
Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at
Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
rul'd by me: