Glo.
I am come to survey the Tower this day;
Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance^{5 note}.—
Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
Open the gates! 'Tis Gloster that calls. [Servants knock.

1 Ward. [Within.]
Who's there, that knocks so imperiously?

1 Serv.
It is the noble duke of Gloster.

2 Ward. [Within.]
Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.

1 Serv.
Villains, answer you so the lord protector?

1 Ward. [Within.]
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 gates, I'll be your warrantize.
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?

Gloster's Men rush at the Tower Gates. Enter, to the gates, Woodville, the Lieutenant.

Wood. [Within.]
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.

Wood. [Within.]
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 Woodville, 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.

1 Serv.
Open the gates unto the lord protector,
Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly. Enter Winchester, attended by Servants in tawney Coats^{6 note}.

Win.
How now, ambitious Humphrey! what means this?

Glo.
Pill'd priest^{7 note}, dost thou command me to be 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 lord;

Thou that giv'st whores indulgences to sin^{8 note}.
I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat^{9 note},
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^{1 note},
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

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'll beard thee to thy face.

Glo.
What! am I dar'd, and bearded to my face?—
Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
Blue coats to tawney coats^{2 note}. Priest, beware your beard; [Gloster and his Men attack the Bishop.
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly.
Under my feet I stamp 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^{3 note}! 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, tawney coats!—out, scarlet hypocrite! Here Gloster's Men beat out the Cardinal's Men, and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of London and his Officers^{4 note}.

May.
Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

Glo.
Peace, mayor! 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^{5 note}, a foe to citizens;
One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'ercharging 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.

Glo.
I will not answer thee with words, but blows. [Here they skirmish again.

May.
Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous strife,
But to make open proclamation.—
Come, officer: as loud as e'er thou canst cry. Off.

All manner of men, assembled 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 cost^{6 note} be sure:
Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.

May.
I'll call for clubs^{7 note}, if you will not away.—
This cardinal's more haughty than the devil^{8 note}.

Glo.
Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou may'st.

Win.
Abominable Gloster! guard thy head;
For I intend to have it, ere long. [Exeunt.

May.
See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.—
Good God! these nobles should such stomachs bear^{9 note}!
I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt.

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