Servingmen in blue.
Glo.
I am come to survey the tower this day;
Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.—
Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
[Servants knock at the Gates.
Open the gates; 'tis Glocester, that calls.
1. W.
Who's there, that knocketh note so imperiously?
1. S.
It is the noble duke of Glocester.
2. W.
Whoe'er he be, he may note not be let in.
1. S.
Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
1. W.
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 none protector of the realm, but I.—
Break up the note gates, I'll be your warrantize:
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghil grooms?
-- 15 --
Servants rush at the Gates. Enter, to the Gates,
within, Woodvile, the Lieutenant.
Woo.
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.
Woo.
Have patience, noble duke; I may not open,
The cardinal of Winchester forbids:
From him I have express commandement,
That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
Glo.
Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?
Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate,
Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the king:
Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
Ser.
Open the gates unto the lord protector;
We'll burst them open, if you note come not quickly.
Servants rush at the Gates again.
Enter Beaufort, Bishop of Winchester; and Train of Servants, in tawny.
Win.
How now, ambitious Humphry note? note what means this?
Glo.
Piel'd priest, dost thou command me be note 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 contriv'dst to murder our dead note lord;
Thou that giv'st whores indulgences to sin:
I'll canvas thee14Q0771 in thy broad cardinal's hat,
If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
Win.
Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot;
This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
-- 16 --
Glo.
I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
I'll use, 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 my face?—
Draw, men, for all this priviledged place;
Blue-coats to tawny-coats.—Priest, beware thy beard;
[Gloster, and his Men, attack the others.
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly:
Under my feet I'll stamp note thy cardinal's hat;
In spite of pope, or dignities of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win.
Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the pope.
Glo.
Winchester goose, I cry—A rope! a rope!—
Now beat them hence, Why do you let them stay?—
Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.—
Out, tawny-coats!—out, scarlet hypocrite!
A great Tumult: Enter the Mayor of London, and Officers.
May.
Fie, lords! that you, being súpream magistrates,
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
Glo.
Peace, mayor; for note thou know'st little of my wrongs:
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
Hath here distrain'd the tower to his use.
Win.
Here's Gloster too note, a foe to citizens;
One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'er-charging your free purses with large fines;
That seeks to overthrow religion,
Because he is protector of the realm;
And would have armour here out of the tower,
To crown himself king, and suppress the prince.
-- 17 --
Glo.
I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
[Tumult begins again.
May.
Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous strife,
But to make open proclamation:—
Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.
Off.
All manner of men, assembl'd 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.
Cardinal, 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 note cost, be sure:
Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
May.
I'll call for clubs, if you will not away:—
This cardinal is note more haughty than the devil.
Glo.
Mayor, farewel: thou dost but what thou may'st.
Win.
Abominable Gloster! ;
For I intend to have it, ere't be long.
[Exeunt either Party, severally.
May.
See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.—
Good God! that nobles note should such stomacks bear!
I myself fight not once in forty year.
[Exeunt.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
