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my mind.

Pucel. Question,my lords, no further of the case, Whose glory fills the world with loud report. llow, or which way: 'tis sure they found some Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see, our wars part

Will turn into a peaceful comic sport, But weakly guarded, where the breach wasınade. When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. And now there rests no other shift but this, – 5 You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, Tul. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world And lay new platforms to endamage them.

of men Alarum. Enter a Soldier crying, a Talbot! 4 Could not prevail with all their oratory,

Talbot'! they fly, leaving their clothes behind. Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruld: Sol. I'll be so bold to take what they have lett.10 and therefore tell her, I return great thanks; The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;

And in submission will attend on her.For I have loaden me with many spoils,

Vill not your honours bear me company? Using no other weapon but his name. [Exit. Bed. So, truly; that is more than manners will:

Ind I have heard it said, -Unbidden guests SCENE II.

15 are often welcomest when they are gone. The same.

Tul. Well then, alone, since there's noremedy, Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, &c. I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. Bed. The day begiusto break, and night is fled, Comelither,captain. [li'hispers] - You perceive Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. 20 Capt. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. Retreut.

[Exeunt. Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;

SCENE III.
And here advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre of this cursed town.-

The Countess of Autergne's Castle.
Now have I pay'd my vow unto his soul ;-

125) Enter the Countess, and her Porter. For

every drop of blood was drawn from him, Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; There hath at least five Frenchmen dy’dto-night, And when you have done so,bring the keystoine. And, that hereafter ages may behold

Port. Nadam, I will.

[Exit. What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,

Count. The plot is laid: ifallthings fallout right, Within their chiefest temple l'll erect 130 I shall as famous be by this exploit, A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd: As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death. l'pon the which, that every one may read, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans;

And his achievements of no less account: The treacherous manner of his mournful death, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, And what a terror he had been to France. 35 To give their censure of these rare reports. But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,

Enter Messenger, and Talbot. I muse, we met not with the Dauphin's grace;

Mess. Madam, accordingasyourladyshipdesir'd, His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; By message cray'd, so is lord Talbot come. Nor any of his false confederates. [began, Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the man?

Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the righi 40 Aless. Madam, it is. Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, Count. [as musing] Isthis thescourge of France? They did, amongst the troops of armed inen, Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the tield. That with his name the mothers still their babes? Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, [

see, report is fabulous and false : For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night) 15 I thought, I should have seen soie Hercules, Am sure, I scar'd the Dauphin, and his trull; A second Hector, for his grim aspect, Whenarm in arın they both cameswiftly running, Ind large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,

Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: That could not live asunder day or night. It cannot be, this weak and wrizled shrimp After that things are set in order here, 150 Should strike such terror to his enemies. We'll follow them with all the power we have. Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you: Enter a Alessenger.

But, since your ladyship is not at leisure, Mess. All hail, ıny lords ! Which of this princely I'll sort some other time to visit you. Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts [train Count. What means he now-Go ask him, So much applauded through the realm of France? 55 whither he goes ? Tal. Here is the Talbot; Who would speak Aless. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves with hin?

To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, With modesty admiring thy renown,

I

go to certity her, Talbot's here. By me entreats, great lord, thouwouldst vouchsafe 60 Re-enter Porter with keys. Tovisit her poor castle where she lies;

Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Tal. Prisoner! to whom?

• This alludeş to a popular tradition, that the French women, to affray their children, would tell them, that the Taunor cometh, See also the end of Scene üi. Act II. Nn4

Çount" Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord;

Dare no man answer in a case of truth? And for that cause I train'd thec to my house. Suf. Within the Temple-hall we were too loud; Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, The garden here is more convenient. [truth; For in my gallery thy picture hangs:

Plant. Then say at once, if I maintain's the But now the substance shall endure the like: 5 Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error? And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Suf. ’Faith, I have been a truant in the law ; That hast by tyranny, these many years,

I never yet could frame my will to it;
Wasted our country, slain our citizens, And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.
And sent our sons and husbands captivate. Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then
Tal. Ha, ha, ha!

(turn to moan. 10
between us.

(er pitch, Count. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall War. Between two hawks, which flies the high

Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond', Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Tothink thatyou have ought hutTalbot's shadow, Betweentwoblades,whichbearsthebettertemper, Whereon to practise your severity.

Between two horses, which doth bear him best, Count. Why, art not thou the man? 15 Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, Tal. I am, indeed.

I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment: Count. Then bave I substance too.

But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself: Good faith, I ain no wiser than a daw. You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here; Plant. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: For what you see is but the smallest part 20 The truth appears so naked on my side, And least proportion of humanity:

That any purblind eye may find it out. I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here; Som. And on my side it is so well apparellid, It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

So clear, so shining, and so evident, Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.

Count. This is a riddling? merchantforthenonce;f25 Plant. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loth He will be here, and yet he is not here:

to speak, How can these contrarieties agree?

In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: Tal. That will I shew you presently.

Let him, that is a true-born gentleman, Windshishorn;drumsstriko up:apeal ojordnance. And stands upon the honour of his birth, Enter Soldiers.

30 If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, From off this briar pluck a white rose with me 3. That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

Si 1. Let him that is no coward, nor no fiatterer, These archis substance,sinews,arms,andstrength, But dare maintain the party of the truth, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; Pluck a red rose from oif this thorn with me. Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, 135 War. I love no colours 4; and, without all colour And in a inoment makes them disolate.

Of base insinuating flattery, Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse: I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited, Suf. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. And say withal, I think he held the right. Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; 40 Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen; and pluck For I am sorry, that with reverence

no more, I did not entertain thee as thou art.

"Till you conclude that he, upon whose side Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue The fewest roses are cropt from the tree, 'The inind of Talbot, as you did mistake Shall yield the other in the right opinion. The outward composition of his body. 15 Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objecteds; What you have donc, hath not offended me : If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. Nor other satisfaction do I crave,

Plant. And I. But only (with your patience) that we may Ver. Then for the truth and plainness of the case, Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, For soldiers' stoinachs always serve them well. 50 Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

Count. With all my heart; and think me honoured Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off;
To teast so great a warrior in my house. [Excunt. Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
SCEN E IV.

And fall on my side so against your will.
London. The Temple Garden.

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, Enterthe Earls of Somerset, Sufolk,and Il'arrick;|55 Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, Richard Plantagenet, Vernon,and another Larcyer. And keep me on the side where still I am. Plant. Great lords and gentlemen, what means Som. Well, well, come on: Who else? this silence ?

Law. Unless iny study and my books be false, lj. e. so foolish. 2 The term merchant, which was, and now is, frequently applied to the lowest sort of dealers, seems anciently to have been used on familiar occasions in contradistinction to gentleman; signifying, that the person shewed by his behaviour he was a low fellow. The word chap, i. e. chupman, a word of the same iinport with merchunt, in its less respectablesense,is still in common use, particularly in Staffordshire, and the adjoining counties, as a common denomination for any person of whom they mean to speak with freedom or disrespect. 3 The rose (as the fables say) was the symbol of silence, and consecrated by Cupid to Harpocrates, to conceal the lewd pranks of his mother. Colours is here used ambiguously for tints and deceits. 5 i.e. it is justly proposed.

The

The argument you held, was wrong in you; Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee stil:

[To Somerset. And know us, by these colours, for thy foes; In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. For these my friends, inspight of thee, shall wear. Plant. Now, Somerset, where is your argument: Plant. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,

Som. Here, in any scabbard; meditating, that 5 As cognisance of my blood-drinking hate, Shall dye your white rose to a bloody red. (roses; Will I forever, and my faction, wear;

Plant Dleantime your cheeks do counterfeitour Until it wither with me to my grave,
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Or flourish to the height of my degree. [bition!
The truth on our side.

Suf. Go forward, and be choakd withthyamSom. No, Plantagenet,

10 And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Erit 'Tis not for fear; but anger--that thy cheeks Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambiBlush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses;

tious Richard.

[Exit. And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plant. How I am brav’d, and must perforce enPlant. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset :

dure it!

[house, Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet: 15 War. This blot, that they object against your Plant. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, truth;

Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloster : Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. And, if thou be not then created York, Som. Well

, I'll tind friends to wear my bleed- I will not live to be accounted Warwick. ing roses,

20 Mean time, in signal of my love to thee, That shall maintain what I have said is true, Against proud Somerset, and William Poole, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. Will I upou thy party wear this rose:

Plant. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, And here I prophesy, –This brawl to-day,
I scorn thee and thy fashion ', peevish boy. Grown to this faction, in the Temple-garden,

Suf. Turn not thyscorns this way, Plantagenet. 25 Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
Plant. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
and thee.

Plant. Good masterVernon, I am bound to you, Suf. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole! Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same. We

grace the yeoman, by conversing with him.130 Lat. And so will I.
Wur. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Plant. Thanks, gentle sir.
Somerset;

Come, let us four to dinner: I dare

say, His grandfather was Lionel duke of Clarence, Thisquarrelwill drink blood anotherday.[Exeunt. Third son to the third Edward king of England; Spring crestless yeomen ? from so deep a root: 35

SCENE V. Plant. He bears him on the place's privilege',

A Room in the Tower. Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Enter Mortimer', broughtina chair, and Jailors.

Som. By him that made me, I'll inaintain my Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, On any plot of ground in Christendom: (words Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, 40 Even like a man new haled from the rack, For treason executed in our late king's days? So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, And these grey locks, thc pursuivants of death, Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? Nestor-like aged, in an age of care, His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood; Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. And, 'till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman. 45/These eyes-like lamps whosc wasting oil is spent

Plant. My father was attached, not attainted; Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent': Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor; Weak shoulders,over-bornewithburth'ning grief; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine Were growing time once ripen’d to my

will. That droops his sapless branches to the ground.For your partaker Poole, and you yourself, 50 Yet are these feet-whose strengthless stay is I'll note you in my book of memory,

Unable to support this lump of clay,– [numb, To scourge you for this apprehension": Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, Look to it well; and say you are well warn’d. |As witting I no other comfort have.* By fashion is meant the badge of the red rose, which Somerset says he and his friends should be distinguish'd by. ? i. e. those who have no right to arms. * The 'Teniple, being a religious house, was an asylum, a place of exemption, from violence, revenge, and bloodshed. * Exempt for excluded. i.c. opinion. • A badge is called a cognisance à cognoscendo, because by it such persons as do wear it upon their sleeves, their shoulders, or in their hats, are manifestly known whose servants they are. * Mr. Edwards observes, that Shakspeare has varied from the truth of history, to introduce this scene between Mortimer and Richard Plantagenet. Edmund Mortimerserved under Henry V. in 1422, and died unconfined in Ireland in 1424. "Holinshed says, that Mortimer was one of the mourners at the funeral of Henry V. Mr. Steevens adds, " that his uncle, Sir John Mortimer, was indeed prisoner in the Tower, and was executed not long before the earl of March's death, being charged with an attempt to make his escape in order to stir up an insurrection in Wales." i.e. the beralds that, forerunning death, proclaim its approach. i. e. end,

But

But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? (I was the next by birth and parentage ;

Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: For by my mother I derived ain
We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son:
And answer was return'd, that he will come. To king Edward the Third; whereas he
Vior. Enough; my soulthen shall be satisfy'd. 5 From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. Being but the fourth of that heroic line.
Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, But mark; as, in this haughty great attempt,
(Before whose glory I was great in arms,) They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
This loathsome sequestration have I had; I lost my liberty, and they their lives.
Anderen since then hath Richard been obscur'd, 10 Long after this, when Henry the fifth,-
Depriv'd of honour and inheritance;

Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,-did reign, But now, the arbitrator of despairs,

Thy father, earl of Cambridge,-then deriv'd Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence: Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd, 15 Again, in pity of my hard distress, That so he might recover what was lost. Levied an ariny; weening to redeem, Enter Richard Plantagenet.

.Ind have install’d me in the diadem: Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, come,

(come? And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend is he. In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. Plant. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Plant. Ofwhich, my lord, your honour is the last. Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes. Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have; Xlor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, And that my fainting words do warrant death: And in his bosom spend my latter

gasp:

Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gatherOh, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, 25 But yet be wary in thy studious care. [ine: That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.- Plant. Thy grave admonishments prevail with And now declare, sweet stem from York's great But yet, methinks, my father's execution stock,

Was nothing less than bloody tyranny. Why didst thou say—of late thou wert despis’d: Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politick;

Plant. First, leanthine aged back against mine 30 Strong fixed is the house of Lancaster, And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease?. [arm;/ And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd. This day, in argument upon a case,

But now thy uncle is removing hence; Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me: As princes do their courts when they are cloy'd Among which terms, he us’d his lavish tongue, With long continuance in a settled place. (years And did upbraid me with my father's death; 135 Plant. O, uncle, would some part of my young Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, Might but redeem the passage of your age! Else with the like I had requited liim:

Nior. Thou dost then wrong me; as the slaugir Therefore, good uncle—for my father's sake,

t'rer doth, In honour ot a true Plantagenet,

Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause 40 Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. [me, Only, give order for my funeral ;

Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison's And so farewell; and fair' be all thy hopes ! And hath detain'd me, all my flow 'ring youth, And prosperousbethylife, in peace,andwar! [Dies Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine, Plun. And peace, no war, befallthy parting soul! Was cursed instrument of his decease. (was : 45 In prison bast thou spent a pilgrimage,

Plant. Discover more at large what cause that And like a hermit over-pass'd thy days.-
For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.

Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
for. I will; if that my fading breathi permit, And what I do imagine, let that rest.-
And death approach not ere my tale be done. Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself
Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king, 150 Will see his burial better than his life.-
Depos’d his nephew Richard ; Edward's son, Ilere dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
The first-begotien, and the lawful heir

Choak'd with ainbition of the meaner sort": Of Edward king, the third of that descent: And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, During whose reign, the Percies of the north, Which Somerset hath ofier'd to my house, Finding his usurpation most unjust;

55 I doubt net, but with honour ta redress; Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne: And therefore laste I to the parliament; The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Either to be restored to my blood, Was-forthat(young king Richard thus remov’d. Or make my ill the advantage of my good. Leaving no heir begotten of his body)

[Exit. · That is, he that terminates or concludes misery. ?i.e. my uneasiness or discontent. ?i.e. high, • The sense is, I acknowledge thee to be my heir; the consequences which may be collected from thence, I recommend it to thee to draw. 5i.e. lucky or prosperous. 6 We are to understand the speaker as reflecting on the ill fortune of Mortimer, in being always made a tool of by the Percies of the north in their rebellious intrigues; rather than in asserting his claim to the crown, in support of his own princely ambition,

ACT

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SCENE I.

Glo. Thou art reverent
The Parliament.

Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.

Win. Rome shall remedy this. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Ereter, Gloster,

War. Roam thither then. H'inchester, Warwick, Somerset, Sujolk, and 5 Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Richurd Plantagenet. Gloster offers to put up War. Ay, see the bishop be not over-borne. a Bill; Winchester snatches it, and tours it.

Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, Win. COMST thou with deep premeditated And know the office that belongs to such.

War. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler; With written pamphlets studiously devis'd,

10 It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. (near. Humphrey of Gloster? If thou canst accuse,

Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so Or ought intend'st to lay unto my charge, War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that? Do it without invention suddenly;

Is not his grace protector to the king? As I with sudden and extemporal speech

Rich. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Purpose to answer what thou canst object. 15 Lest it be said, Speuk, sirrah, when you should; Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place com

lust
your

bold verdict enter talk with lords? mands my patience,

Else would I have a fling at Winchester. [Aside. Or thou shouldst fiåd thou hast dishonour'd me. K. Henry. Uncles of Gloster,and of Winchester, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd The special watchmen of our English weal; The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,

20 I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able To join your hearts in love and amity, Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:

Oh, what a scandal is it to our crown, No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, That two such noble peers as ye, should jar! Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, As very intants prattle of thy pride.

25 Civil dissention is a viperous worin, Thou art a most pernicious usurer;

That gnaws the bowels of the common-wealth. Froward by nature, enemy to peace;

[A noise within; Down with the tawny coats! Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems What tumult's this? A man of thy profession, and degree;

li ar. An

uproar,

I dare warrant, And for thy treachery, What's more manifest : 30 Begun through malice of the bishop's men. In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,

[A noise again, Stones! Stones! As well at London-bridge, as at the Tower? Enter the Mayor of London, attended. Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, Alayor. Oh, my good lords, -and virtuous The king, thy sovereign, is not quite heen.pt 135/The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men,

Pity the city of London, pity us! (Henry,From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

1 in. Gloster, I do defy thee.—Lords, vouch- Forbidden late to carry any weapon, To give me hearing what I shall reply. [safe Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones; If I were covetous, perverse, ambitious, And, banding themselves in contrary parts, As he will have me, How am I so poor? Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, Or how haps it, I seek not to advance 40 That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling? Our windows are broke down in every street, And for dissention, Who preferreth peace And we, for fear, compellid to shut our shops. More than I do,-except I be provok'd?

Enter men in skirmish, with bloody pates. No, my good lords, it is not that offends; K.Henry. Wecharge you,on allegiance to ourself, It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke: 45 To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep thé It is, because no one should sway but he; Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. [peace. No one, but he, should be about the king ; i Serr. Nay, if we be And that engenders thunder in his breast, Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. And makes himn roar these accusations forth. 2 Serv. Do what you dare, we are as resolute. But he shall know, I am as good

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[Skirmish again. Glo. As good?

Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish Thou bastard of my grandfather!

And set this unaccustom’do fight aside. [broil, Win. Ay, lordly sir; For what are you, I pray, 3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man But one imperious in another's throne ? Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,

Glo. Am I not protector, saucy priest? 55 inferior to none, but to his majesty:
Win. And am I not a prelate of the church? And, ere that we will suffer such a prince,

Glo. Yes, as an out-law in a castle keeps, So kind a father of the common-weal,
And useth it to patronage his theft.

To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate', #'in. Unreverent Gloster!

We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Roam to Rome.-To roam is supposed to be derived from the cant of vagabonds, who pften pretended a pilgrimage to Rome. ? i. e. unseemly, indecent. 3 i. e. a bookman.

And

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