PLAN. Thy grave admonishments prevail with But yet, methinks, my father's execution Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.

MOR. With silence, nephew, be thou politic;
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. [years
PLAN. O, uncle, would some part of my young
Might but redeem the passage of your age!
MOR. Thou dost, then, wrong me, as the
slaught'rer doth,

Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
Only, give order for my funeral ;

a Or make my ill-] The old text is, "make my will," &c.; for the restoration of the intended antithesis, we are indebted to Theobald.

Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious 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'st a trap to take my life,
As well at London bridge, as at the Tower?
Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
From envious malice of thy swelling heart. [safe

WIN. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouch-
To give me hearing what I shall reply.
If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,
As he will have me, how am I so poor?
Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
And for dissension, who preferreth peace
More than I do, except I be provok'd?
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 breast,
And makes him roar these accusations forth.
But he shall know I am as good-
GLO.

As good!

Thou bastard of my grandfather!—
WIN. Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
But one imperious in another's throne?

GLO. Am I not protector, saucy priest?
WIN. And am not I a prelate of the church?
GLO. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,
And useth it to patronage his theft.
WIN. Unreverent Gloster!
GLO.

Roam thither then.

Thou art reverent Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life. WIN. Rome shall remedy this. WAR. SOM. My lord, it were your duty to forbear." WAR. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. SOM. Methinks my lord should be religious, And know the office that belongs to such.

WAR. Methinks his lordship should be humbler; It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.

SOM. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near. WAR. State holy or unhallow'd, what of that? Is not his grace protector to the king?

PLAN. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should; Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords? Else would I have a fling at Winchester. [Aside.

a Som. My lord, &c.] This distribution of the speeches was made by Theobald. In the folio 1623, the dialogue runs :War. Roame thither then.

My Lord, it were your dutie to forbeare.

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305

Som. I, see the Bishop be not over-borne : Methinkes my Lord should be Religious," &c. b An inkhorn mate,-] A bookman, a pedant.

X

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

GLO.

a

[Skirmish again.
Stay, stay, I say!
An if you love me, as you say you do,
Let me persuade you to forbear a while. [soul!-
K. HEN. O, how this discord doth afflict my
Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
Or who should study to prefer a peace,
If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
WAR. Yield, my lord protector;-yield, Win-
chester;-

Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,
To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm.
You see what mischief, and what murder too,

a Shall pitch a field-] To understand this allusion, it must be remembered that before beginning a battle it was customary for the archers and other foot men to encompass themselves with sharp stakes firmly pitched in the ground, to prevent their being overpowered by the cavalry. Thus, in a previous speech, Act I. Sc. 1:

Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
WIN. He shall submit, or I will never yield.
GLO. Compassion on the king commands me
stoop,

Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest
Should ever get that privilege of me.

WAR. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke
Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
Why look you still so stern and tragical?

GLO. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. K. HEN. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach,

That malice was a great and grievous sin;
And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
But prove a chief offender in the same?

"No leisure had he to enrank his men;

He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges,
They pitched in the ground confusedly,

To keep the horsemen off from breaking in."

WAR. Sweet king!-the bishop hath a kindly gird.a

For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
WIN. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee
Love for thy love; and hand for hand I give.

GLO. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.-
See here, my friends, and loving countrymen;
This token serveth for a flag of truce,
Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
So help me God, as I dissemble not!

WIN. [Aside.] So help me God, as I intend it not!

K. HEN. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, How joyful am I made by this contract !— Away, my masters! trouble us no more; But join in friendship, as your lords have done. 1 SERV. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. 2 SERV. And so will I. 3 SERV. And I will see what physic the tavern affords. [Exeunt Mayor, Servants, &c. WAR. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,

Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
We do exhibit to your majesty. [sweet prince,
GLO. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick ;—for,
An if your grace mark every circumstance,
You have great reason to do Richard right:
Especially for those occasions

At Eltham-place I told your majesty.

[force:

K. HEN. And those occasions, uncle, were of Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his blood.

WAR. Let Richard be restored to his blood; So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.

WIN. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. K. HEN. If Richard will be true, not that* alone,

But all the whole inheritance I give,
That doth belong unto the house of York,
From whence you spring by lineal descent.

PLAN. Thy humble servant vows obedience,
And humble service, till the point of death.
K. HEN. Stoop then, and set your knee against
my foot,

And, in reguerdon of that duty done,

[fall!

I girt thee with the valiant sword of York:
Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
And rise created princely duke of York.
PLAN. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may
And as my duty springs, so perish they
That grudge one thought against your majesty!
ALL. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke
of York!

(*) First folio inserts, all.

A kindly gird.] An appropriate taunt; a reproach in kind. See note (a), p. 180, Vol. I.

SOM. [Aside.] Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York!

GLO. Now will it best avail your majesty, To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France: The presence of a king engenders love Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends; As it disanimates his enemies.

K. HEN. When Gloster says the word, king
Henry goes,

For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
GLO. Your ships already are in readiness.

[Flourish. Exeunt all except Exeter. EXE. Ay, we may march in England or in France,

Not seeing what is likely to ensue :
This late dissension, grown betwixt the peers,
Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,
And will at last break out into a flame:
As fester'd members rot but by degree,
Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
So will this base and envious discord breed.
And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth,
Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,—
That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all,
And Henry, born at Windsor, should* lose all,
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish

His days may finish ere that hapless time. [Exit.

SCENE II.-France. Before Rouen.

Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, and Soldiers dressed like Countrymen, with sacks upon their backs.

Puc. These are the city-gates, the gates of

Rouen,

Through which our policy must make a breach: (1)
Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,
That come to gather money for their corn.
If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,-
And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
That Charles the dauphin may encounter them.
1 SOL. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the
city,

And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
Therefore we'll knock.

[Knocks.

GUARD. [Within.] Qui est là? Prc. Paysans, pauvres gens de France,Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn.

(*) First folio omits, should,

b Thy humble servant-] We incline to read, with Mr. Collier's annotator, "thy honour'd servant," &c.