SCENE III. London. Before the Tower. Enter the DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats. Glou. 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? Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls. First Warder. [Within] Who's there that knocks so imperiously? First Serv. 5 It is the noble Duke of Gloucester. Second Warder. [Within] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in. First Serv. Villains, answer you so the lord protector? First Warder. [Within] The Lord protect him! so we answer him; We do no otherwise than we are will'd. 10 Glou. Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine? There's none protector of the realm but I. [Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and Woodvile the Lieutenant speaks within. Woodv. What noise is this? what traitors have we here? 15 Glou. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear? Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter. Woodv. Have patience, noble duke, I may not open; The Cardinal of Winchester forbids; From him I have express commandment That thou nor none of thine shall be let in. 20 Glou. 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. 25 Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. Serving-men. Open the gates unto the lord pro tector, Or we 'll burst them open, if that you come not Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates WINCHE INCHESTER and his men in tawny coats. Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey! what means this? Glou. Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out? Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, And not protector, of the king or realm. 30 Glou. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator, 35 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. 40 Glou. 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. Glou. Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face. What am I dared and bearded to my face? Draw, men, for all this privileged place; 45 Blue coats to tawny coats! - Priest, beware your beard; 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, 50 Here by the cheeks I 'll drag thee up and down. Win. Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope. Glou. 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! 56 Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's men, and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of London and his Officers. May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme mag istrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace! Glou. Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs; Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, o Win. Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens, And would have armour here out of the Tower, To crown himself king and suppress the prince. Glou. 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. TO 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. Glou. Cardinal, I 'll be no breaker of the law; But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. 80 Win. Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure. Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. Win. Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head; For I intend to have it ere long. 85 [Exeunt, severally, Gloucester and Winchester with their Serving-men. May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear! I myself fight not once in forty year. SCENE IV. Orleans. [Exeunt. Enter, on the walls, a Master-Gunner and his Boy. 90 M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged, And how the English have the suburbs won. Boy. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me. Chief master-gunner am I of this town; Something I must do to procure me grace. The prince's espials have informed me How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd, 5 |