From famous Edmund Langley Duke of York
Marrying my fifter that thy mother was)
Again in pity of my hard diftress
Levied an army, weening to redeem
And re-inftal me in the diadem:
But as the reft, fo 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 laft
Mor. True; and thou feest that I no iffue have,
And that my fainting words do warrant death:
Thon art my heir; the reft I will thee gather
But yet be wary in thy ftudious care.

But

Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me: yet methinks my father's execution

Was nothing less than bloody tyranny...

Mor. With filence, nephew, be thou politick
Strong fixed is the house 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 in a settled place.

Plan.. Osuncle, would fome part of my young years

Might but redeem the paffage of your age!

Mor. Thou doft then wrong me, as that flaughter doth Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.

Mourn not, except thou forrow for my good;

Only give order for my funeral.

And fo farewel, and fair be all thy hopes,.

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And profp'rous be thy life, in peace and war. [Dies
Plan. And peace, no war, befal thy parting foul !.
In prifon haft thou spent a pilgrimage,
And like a hermit over-paft thy days.
Well I will lock his council in my breaft,
And what I do imagine let that reft.
Keepers convey him hence, and I my
Will fee his burial better than his life.
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
Choak'd with ambition of the meaner fort.

felf

And

And for thofe wrongs, thofe bitter injuries
Which Somerfet hath offer'd to my house,
I doubt not but with honour to redrefs.
And therefore hafte I to the Parliament;
Either to be restored to my blood,

Or make my will th' advantage of my good.

[Exit.

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ACT IIIIS CEN EI.

Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloucester, Win chefter, Warwick, Somerfer, Suffolk, and Richard Plantagenet. Gloucester offers to put up a bill: Winchester snatches it, and tears it.

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OM'ST thou with deep premeditated lines, With written pamphlets ftudiously devis'd? Humphrey of Glofter, if thou can't accule Or ought intend to lay unto my charge, Do it without invention fuddenly; As I with fudden and extemporal fpeech bisig vin dvig lowout of baA Purpose to answer what thou canft object.

Glou. Prefumptuous Prieft, this place commands my
patience,

Or thou fhould't find thou haft difhonour'd me.
Think not, altho in writing I prefer'd 15.9 ba
The manner of thy vile outragious crimes,
That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able
Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen.
No, Prelate, fuch is thy audacious wickedness,
Thy leud, peftif'rous, and diffentious pranks,
The very infants prattle of thy pride.

Thou

Thou art a moft pernicious ufurer,
Froward by nature, enemy to peace,
Lafcivious, wanton, more than well befeems
A man of thy profeffion and degree.
And for thy treach'ry what's more manifeft?
In that thou laid'ft a trap to take my life,
As well at London-Bridge, as at the Tower.
Befide I fear me, if thy thoughts were fifted,
The King thy Soveraign is not quite exempt
From envious malice of thy fwelling heart,
Win. Glo'fter I do defie thee. Lords, vouchfafe
To give me hearing what I fhall reply.
If I were covetous, perverfe, ambitious,
As he will have me; how am I fo poor?
How haps it then I feek not to advance
Or raife my felf? but keep my wonted calling,
And for diffention, who preferreth peace
More than I do? except I be provok'd,
No, my good lords, it is not that offends, diet,
It is not that which hath incens'd the Dukes
It is because no one fhould fway but he ;
No one but he fhould be about the King;
And that engenders thunder in his breaft,
And makes him roar these accufations forth.
But he fhall know I am as good.
Glou. As good?

Thou bastard of my grandfather.

Win. Ay, lordly Sir; for what are you But one imperious in another's throne?

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pray,

Glou. Am not I then Protector, fawcy priest? Win. And am not I a prelate of the church? Glou. Yes, as an out-law in a castle keeps, And ufeth it to patronage his theft.

Win. Unrev'rend Glofter

Glou. Thou art reverend

Touching thy fpiritual function, not thy life. How Win. This Rome fhall remedy.

War. Go thither then.

My lord it were your duty to forbear.

Som.

Som. Ay, fee the bifhop be not over-born: Methinks my lord fhould be religious,

And know the office that belongs to fuch.

War. Methinks his lord fhip fhould be humbler them, It fitteth not a prelate fo to plead.

Som. Yes, when his holy ftate 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 firrah when you should,
Muft your bold verdict enter talk with lords?
Elfe would I have a fling at Winchester.

K. Henry. Uncles of Glo'fter and of Winchester,
The fpecial watchmen of our English weal;
I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
To join your hearts in love and amity.
Oh what a fcandal is it to our crown,
That two fuch noble peers as ye should jar!`
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
Civil diffention is a vip'rous worm,

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.

SCENE II.

Enter Mayor.

Mayor. Oh my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
Pity the city London, pity us,

The Bishop and the Duke of Glo'fter's men,
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
Have fill'd their pockets full of peble ftones;
And banding themselves in contrary parts,
Do pelt fo faft at one another's pates,
That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:

Our

Our windows are broke down in ev'ry street,
And we for fear compell'd to fhut our shops.

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 Glo'fter mitigate this ftrife.

Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden stones 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 unaccustom'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 and our wives and children all will fight. And have our bodies flaughter'd by thy foes.

I Serv. Ay and the very parings of our nails, Shall pitch a field when we are dead.

Glou. Stay, ftay I fay,

And if you love me as you fay you do,
Let me perfuade you to forbear awhile.

[Begin agains

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?
Who Thould be pitiful, if you be not?
Or who should study to prefer a peace,
If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
War. My lord Protector yield: yield Winchester;
Except you mean with obftinate repulfe
To flay your Soveraign and deftroy the realm.
You fee what mifchief and what murther too
Hath been enacted thro' your enmity:
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
Win. He fhall fubmit, or I will never yield.

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