_Alb._ Mad Winchester! You plot too heavy here. You know there are no stronger forts in England Than these three castles that the countess brought me. And you'd command their strength in wars against The power of the barons! Yield these forts? Not while I've breath to fight for what's my own! Geoffrey de Burgh received them from great Henry For secret, valiant service, such as knights Have rarely given kings. Talk you of force? My sword shall answer you. I will not yield, And here declare a war! What say you, barons? _Pem._ Your cause is ours, and here we draw our swords! _Alb._ You hear, lord bishop. Moreover we must take The person of the king, nor longer risk His majesty with traitors. Come, my liege. _Cant._ What! Take the king? _Alb._ Ay, take the king! _Win._ While grace In Heaven lives, we'll keep him from your clutch! _Alb._ While we are barons and can lift a sword, We will defy you and protect the king! _Hen._ I am a monarch, and will go or stay As I do please. Lord barons, not with you. _Pem._ Ah, must we force you, sir? _Win._ Not from our hands! _Alb._ An you do stir, my lord of Winchester, We'll wash these floors with blood! _Cant._ The king is ours! _Alb._ Swords write our title! Strike, my friends! _Hen._ God, no! _Win._ Stay, Albemarle! We do not well to waste The life of England. If we yield the king, Will you give up the castles? _Pem._ [_To Albemarle_] Say you will. The king once ours we'll keep the castles, too. _Alb._ [_To Winchester_] Then rest it there. Give us the king, and take The castles. [_Aside_] If you can. Ay, there'll be wars Will make each stone of England mine. The rocks And cliffs I'll mark with name of Albemarle! _Win._ [_To Henry_] Think not I risk your dear and royal life. I'll call out troops till trees do seem to walk And cry for God and Henry! [_To barons_] To your care We yield the king. _Pem._ Then, Henry, come with us. _Hen._ Plain Henry, now thy crown is gilt _Pem._ We'll put No pressure on your liberty save that We must t' enforce our charter rights. _Win._ De Burgh Must to the Tower, there to await our judgment. Lords Goly and De Vere, conduct him thither. _Goly._ Come, sir. You will not move? _Kent._ O, Margaret, Your love divined too well! Now for the sword You bade me bring, and he who first should lay A hand upon me---- _De Vere._ Come! _Pem._ [_To the king_] And you with us. _Kent._ Hark, lamb, the wolves are at thee! _Goly._ Must we move you?