GLO. I thank you, kinsman King; your father knows, Gloster may boldly give a base slave blows. FAU. O, but not here; it was not well done here. KING. Farewell, good Gloster, you shall hear from us. GLO. Even what your sons will suffer you to send. Is't not a misery to see you stand, That sometime was the monarch of this land, Intreating traitors for a subject's freedom? LEI. Let him not speak; away with him to prison. GLO. Here's like to be a well-stay'd commonwealth, Wherein proud Leicester and licentious John Are pillars for the king to lean upon. JOHN. We'll hear your railing lecture in the Fleet. GLO.[461] On thy displeasure--well ye have me here. O, that I were within my fort of Bungay, Whose walls are wash'd with the clear streams of Waveney,[462] Then would not Gloster pass a halfpenny, For all these rebels and their poor king too.[463] Laughtst thou, King Henry? Thou know'st my words are true, God help thee, good old man! adieu, adieu! JOHN. That castle shall be mine, wherein stands[464] Fauconbridge. FAU. Far from your reach, sure, under Feckhill-ridge, Five hundred men (England hath few such wight) Keep it for Gloster's use both day and night: But you may easily win it. Wantons' words Quickly can master men, tongues out-brawl swords! JOHN. Ye are an idiot. RICH. I prythee, John, forbear. JOHN. What, shall old winter with his frosty jests Cross flow'ry pleasures? FAU. Ay, and nip you too! God Mary mother,[465] I would tickle you, Were there no more in place but I and you. KING. Cease these contentions; forward to the Tower. Release Queen Elinor, and leave me there. Your prisoner I am, sure, if ye had power; There's nothing let's you but the Commons' fear: Keep your state, lords; we will by water go, Making the fresh Thames salt with tears of woe. HEN. And we'll by land thorough the City ride, Making the people tremble at our pride. [_Exeunt with trumpets two ways_. SCENE THE FIFTH. _Enter_ SKINK _solus_.