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.
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: (10)
We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
Glou.
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 Woodville the Lieutenant speaks within.
Woodv.
What noise is this? what traitors have we here?
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: (20)
From him I have express commandment
That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
Glou.
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.
Servingmen.
Open the gates unto the lord protector,
Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly. Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats.
Win.
How now, ambitious Humphrey! what means this? (30)
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.
Glou.
Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
Thou that contrivedst to murder our dear lord;
Thou that givest whores indulgence to sin:
I'll canvass thee 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, (40)
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
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.
Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
Glou.
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: (50)
In spite of pope or dignities of church,
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! 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 magistrates,
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
Glou.
Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs: (60)
Here's Beaufort, that regards not God nor king,
Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
Win.
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.
Glou.
I will not answer thee with words, but blows. Here they skirmish again. (70)
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. (80)
Glou.
Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
Win.
Gloucester, we will meet; to thy 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's more haughty than the devil.
Glou.
Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
Win.
Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
For I intend to have it ere long. Exeunt severally, Gloucester and Winchester with their Serving-men.
May.
See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. (90)
Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
I myself fight not once in forty year. Exeunt.
