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-Well; I will lock his counsel in my breast;
And what I do imagine, let that rest.
Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself
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 haste I to the Parliament;
Either to be restored to my blood,
3 Or make my Ill th’advantage of my Good. [Exil,

Here dies the dusky torch-] ing on the ill fortune of Morti. The image is of a torch just ex mer, in being always made a tinguished, and yet fmoaking, tool of by the Percies of the north But we should read lies instead in their rebellious intrigues; raof dies. For when a dead man ther than in asserting his claim to is represented by an extinguished the crown, in support of his own torch, we must say the torch lies: princely ambition. when an extinguished torch is

WARBURTON, compared to a dead man, we must 3 In the former Editions : say the torch dies. The reason is Or make my Will th' Advanplain, because integrity of meta

tage of my Good.] So all phor requires that the terms pro- the printed Copies : but with veper to the thing ill ftrating, not ry little regard to the Poet's the thing illufirated, be employ- Meaning. I read, ed.

WARBURTON. Or make my Ill thAdvantage 2 Chook'd with ambition of the

of my Good. meaner fort. ] We are to Thus we recover the Antit hilis understand the speaker as reflect- of the Expression. THEOBALD.





Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloucester, Win

chester, Warwick, Somerset, 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 studiously devis’d,
Humphrey of Glo'ster? If thou can'ít accuse,
Or aught 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.
Glou. Presumptuous Priest, this place commands my

Or thou should ft find, thou hast dishonour'd me.
Think not, altho’ in writing I prefer'd
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, such is thy audacious wickedness,
Thy lewd, pestif'rous, and diffentious pranks,
The 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 profellion and degree.
And for thy treach’ry, 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 lifted,


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The King thy Sovereign is not quite exempt
From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

Win. Gloster, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
To give me hearing what I shall reply.
If I were covetous, perverse, ambitious,
As he will have me, how am I so poor?
How haps it then, I seek not to advance
Or raise myself, but keep my wonted Calling?
And for diffention, who preferreth peace
More than I do except I be provokd ?
No, my good Lords, it is not that offends ;
It is not that, which hath incens'd the Duke ;
It is, because no one should Tway but he,
No one, but he, should be about the King;
And that engenders thunder in his breast,
And makes himn roar these accusations forth.
But he shall know, I am as good

Glou. As good?
Thou bastard 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, saucy priest?
Win. And am not I a prelate of the Church?

Glou. Yes, as an out-law in a castle keeps,
And uses it to patronage his theft.

Win, Unrey'rend Gloster !

Glou. Thou art reverend
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.

Win. This Rome shall remedy.
War. Roam thither then.
Som. My Lord, it were your duty to forbear.
War. Ay, see, the Bishop be not over-borne.

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.



you should,

War. State, holy or unhallow'd, what of that? Is not his Grace Protector to the King ?

Rich. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Left it be said, Speak, sirrah, when * Must your bold verdict enter talk with Lords?

" Else would I have a fing at Winchester.

K. Henry. Uncles of Glofter, and of Winchester,
The special watchmen of our English 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 should jar!
Believe me, Lords, my tender years can tell
Civil dissention is a vip'rous worm,
That gnaws the bowels of the Common-wealth.

[A noise 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 noise again, Stones, Stones.

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Enter Mayor. Mayor. Oh, my good Lords, and virtuous Henry, Pity the city of London, pity us, The Bishop and the Duke of Gloster's men, Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Have fill'd their pockers full of pebble stones, And, banding themselves in contrary parts, Do pelt so fast at one another's pates, That many have their giddy brains knock'd out ; Our windows are broke down in ev'ry street, And we for fear compellid to shut our shops.

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Enter mon in Skirmish with bloody pates.
K. Henry. Wecharge you on allegiance to ourselves,
To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace.
- Pray, uncle Glo’jter, mitigate this strife.

I Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we'll fall
to it with our teeth.
2 Serv. Du what ye dare, we are as resolute.

[Skirnih again.
Glou. You of my houshold, leave this peevish broil;
And let this * unaccusiom'd fight aside.

Serv. My Lord, we know your Grace to be a man
Just 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,
4 To be disgraced by an Inkhorn mate,
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight:
And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes.

i Sei o. Ay, and the very parings of our nails
Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. [Begin again.

Glou. Stay, stay, I say;
And if you love me, as you say you do,
Let me persuade you to forbear awhile,

K. Lienry. O, how this discord doth amict my soul!
Can you, my Lord of 1V inchester, behold
My fighs 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. My Lord Protector, yield, yield, Win-

Except you mean with obstinate repulse
To Nay your Sovereign, and destroy the Realm..
You fee, what mischief, and what murder too,

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