Act I, Scene iv
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| | London. Before the Tower. | |
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[Enter the Duke of Gloucester, with his Serving-menin blue coats.]
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | FIRST WARDER.: | |
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[Within]
Who's there that knocks so imperiously?
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| | FIRST SERVING-MAN.: | |
| | It is the noble Duke of Gloucester. | |
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| | SECOND WARDER.: | |
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[Within]
Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
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| | FIRST SERVING-MAN.: | |
| | Villains, answer you so the lord protector? | |
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| | FIRST WARDER.: | |
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[Within]
The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
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| | We do no otherwise than we are will'd. | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | 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? | |
| | Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and Woodvile the | |
| | Lieutenant speaks within. | |
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| | WOODVILE.: | |
| | What noise is this? what traitors have we here? | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear? | |
| | Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter. | |
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| | WOODVILE.: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | SERVING-MEN.: | |
| | Open the gates unto the lord protector, | |
| | Or we 'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly. | |
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[Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates Winchesterand his men in tawny coats.]
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| | WINCHESTER.: | |
| | How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this? | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out? | |
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| | WINCHESTER.: | |
| | I do, thou most usurping proditor, | |
| | And not protector, of the king or realm. | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | Stand back, thou manifest conspirator, | |
| | Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord; | |
| | Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin: | |
| | I 'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, | |
| | If thou proceed in this thy insolence. | |
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| | WINCHESTER.: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | WINCHESTER.: | |
| | Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face. | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | What! am I dared and bearded to my face? | |
| | Draw, men, for all this privileged place; | |
| | 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, | |
| | Here by the cheeks I 'll drag thee up and down. | |
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| | WINCHESTER.: | |
| | Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the | |
| | pope. | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope! | |
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| | 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! | |
| | Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's | |
| | men, and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of | |
| | London and his Officers. | |
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| | MAYOR.: | |
| | Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates, | |
| | Thus contumeliously should break the peace! | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | WINCHESTER.: | |
| | Here's Gloucester, 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. | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | I will not answer thee with words, but blows. | |
| | Here they skirmish again. | |
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| | MAYOR.: | |
| | Nought rests for me in this tumultuous strife | |
| | But to make open proclamation: | |
| | Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst: | |
| | Cry. | |
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| | OFFICER.: | |
| | 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. | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | Cardinal, I 'll be no breaker of the law; | |
| | But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. | |
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| | WINCHESTER.: | |
| | Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure; | |
| | Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. | |
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| | MAYOR.: | |
| | I 'll call for clubs, if you will not away. | |
| | This Cardinal's more haughty than the devil. | |
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| | GLOUCESTER.: | |
| | Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst. | |
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| | WINCHESTER.: | |
| | Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head; | |
| | For I intend to have it ere long. | |
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[Exeunt, severally, Gloucester and Winchester with theirServing-men.]
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| | MAYOR.: | |
| | 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. | |
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