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Which Obloquy set Bars before my Tongue,
Else with the like I had requited him.
Therefore, good Uncle, for my Father's lake,
In honour of a true Plantagenet,
And for Alliance sake, declare the Cause,
My Father, Earl of Canabridge, lost his

. Head.
Mor. This Cause, fair Nephew, that imprison'd me,
And hath detain'd me all my flow ring Youth,
Within a loathsome Dungeon, there to pine,
Was cursed Inftrument of his Decease.

Plan. Discover more at large, what. Cause that was, !
For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.
Mor. I will

, if that my fading Breath permit,
And Death approach not, ere my Tale be done.
Henry the Fourth, Grandfather to this King,
Depos'd his Cousin Richard, Edward's Son,
The firft begotten, and the lawful Heir
Of Edward King, the third of that Defcent.
During whose Reign, the Piercies of the North,
Finding his Usurpation most unjust,
Endeavour'd my Advancement to the Throne,
The Reason mov'd these warlike Lords to this,
Was, for that, young King Richard thus remov'd,
Leaving no Heir begotten of his Bady,
I was the next by Birth and Pareatage:
For by my Mother I derived am
From Lyonel Duke of Clarence, the third Son
To King Edward the Third; whereas he,
From Fohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree,
Being but the fourth of that Heroick Line.
But mark; as in this haughty great Attempt,
They laboured to Plant the rightful Heir,
I lost my Liberty, and they their Lives.
Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
Succeeding his Father Bullingbroke, did Reiga;
Thy Father, Earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd
From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
Marrying my Sister, that thy Mother was;
Again, in pity of my hard diftress,
Lcvied an Army, weening to redeem,

And

yet be

And have installd me in the Diadem:
But as the rest, so fell that noble Earl,
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the Title refted, were fuppreft.

Plan. Of which, my Lord, your Honour is the latt,

Mor. True; and thou feeft, that I no Issue have,
And that my fainting Words do warrant Death:
Thou art my Heir ;. the reft, I wish tbee gather:
But

wary in thy ftudious Care.
Plan. Thy grave Admonishments prevail with me:
But yet, methinks, my Father's Execution
Was nothing less than bloody Tyranny.

Mor. With filence, Nephew, be thou politick:
Strong fixed is the Houle of Lancaster,
And like a Mountain, not to be remov’d.
But now thy Uncle is removing hence,
As Princes do their Courts, when they are cloy'd
With long continuance io a setled place.

Plan. Ő Uncle, would some part of my young Years Might but redeem the Passage of your Age.

Mor. Thou dost then wrong me, as that Naughter doth; Which giveth many Wounds, when one will kill

. Mourn not, except thou forrow for my

Good,
Only give order for my Funeral.
And so farewel, and fair be all thy Hopes;
and prosperous be thy Life in Peace and War. [Dies.

Plan. And Peace, no War, befal thy parting Soul.
In Prison balt thou spent a Pilgrimage,
And like a Hermite over-past thy Days.
Well, I will lock his Counsel in my Breast,
And what I do imagine, let that rest.
Keepers convey him hence, and I my self
Will see his Burial better than his Life.
Here dies the dusky Torch of Mortimer,
Choak'd with Ambition of the meaner fort. .
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 halte I to the Parliament,

Either

Either to be restored to my Blood,
Or make my Will th’advantage of my Good:

(Exit

ACT III. SCENE

I.

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Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloucester, Win

chester, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, and Richard Plantagenet. Gloucester offers to put up * Bill: Winchester

fnarches it, and tears it. Win.C

Om't thou with deep premeditated Lines?

With written Pamphlets, studiously devis'd?
Humphrey of Glo'ster, if thou canst accuse,
Or ought intendit to lay unto my Charge,
Do it without invention, suddenly,
As I with sudden, and extemporal Speech,
Purpose to answer what thou canst object. [rience,

Gle. Presumptuous Priest, this place commands my Pas
Or thou should't find tho haft dishonour'd me.
Think not, although in Writing I preferr'd
The manner of thy vile outragious Crimes,
That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able
Verbatim tu rehearse the Method of my Pen.
No, Prelate, such is thy audacious Wickedness,
Thy leud, peftiferous, and diffentious Pranks,
As very Infants prattle of thy Pride.
Thou art a most pernicious Usurer,
Froward by Nature, Enemy to Peace,
Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
A Man of thy Profession, and Degree.
And for thy Treachery, what's more manifest?
In that thou laid'tt a Trap to take my Life,
As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower.
Belide, I fear me, if thy Thoughts were fifted,
The King, thy Soveraign, is not quite exempt
From envious Malice of thy swelling Heart.

Win. Gloster, I do defie thee, Lords, vouchsafe
To give me fiearing what I shall reply.
2. I were Covetous, Ambitious, or Perverse,

As

As he will have me; how am I so poor?
Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
Or raise my self? But keep my wonted Calling.
And for Díffention, who preferreth Peace
More than I do? excepe i be provoka.
No, my good Lords, it is not that offends,
It is not that, that hath incens'd the Duke:
It is because no one should sway but he,
No one, but he, should be about the King;
And that engenders Thunder in his Breaft,
And makes him roar these Accusations forth.
But he shall know, Iam as good

Glo. As good?
Thou Baltard of my Grandfather.

Win. Ay, Lordly Sir; for what are you, I pray, But one imperious in another's Throne ?

Glo. Am not 1 Protector, fawcy Priest?
Win. And am not I a Prelate of the Church

Glo. Yet, as an Out-law in a Castle keeps,
And useth it, to patronage bis Theft.

Win. Unreverent Glocester.

Glo. Thou art Reverend,
Touching thy spiritual Function, not thy Life.

Win. Rome shall remedy this.

War. Roam thither then.
My Lord, it were your Duty to forbear.

Som. Ay, see the Bishop be not over-born:
Methinks my Lord should be Religious,
And know the Office that belongs to fuch.

War. Methinks his Lordship should be humbler, It fitreth not a Prelate so to plead.

Som. Yes, when his holy State is touch'd fo 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,
Left it be faid, Speak, Sirrah, when you should,
Must
your

bold Verdict enter talk with Lords? Else would I have a fling at Winchester.

K. Henry. Uncles of Glofter and of Winchester, The special Watchmen of our Englifh 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 cast tell,
Civil Diffention is a viperous Worm,
That gnaws the Bowels of the Common-wealth.

[A noise within; Down with the Tawny Coats. K. Henry: Whar Tumult's this?

War. An Uproar, I dare warrant,
Begun through malice of the Bishop's. Men.

[A noife again, Stones, Stroze

Enter Mayor.
Mayor. Oh, my good Lords, and virtuous Henry,
Pity the City of London, pity us:
The Bishop, and the Duke of Glofer's Men,
Forbidden late to carry any Weapon,
Have filld their pockets full of peble Stones;
And banding themselves in contrary Parts,

:) Do pelt fo fast at one another's Pate,

That many have their giddy Brains knock'd out: Our Windows are broke down in every Street, And we, for fear, compelld to shut our Shops.

Enter in Skirmish with bloody Pätes. K. Henry. We charge you on Allegiance to our selves, To hold your Naughtering Hands, and keep the Peace: Pray, Uncle- Glofter, mitigate this Strife.

i 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. Glo. You of my Houshold leave this peevish broil, And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.

3 Serv. My Lord, we know your Grace to be a Man Juít, and upright; and for your Royal Birth, Inferior to none, but to his Majesty: And ere that we will suffer such a Prince, So kind a Father of the Common-Weal, To be disgraced by an Ink-horn Mate, Wc, and our Wives and Children, all will fight,

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