_Win._ Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe   [aca027] To give me hearing what I shall reply. If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,   [aca029] As he will have me, how am I so poor?   ·aca030· Or how haps it I seek not to advance   [aca031] Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling? And for dissension, who preferreth peace   [aca033] More than I do?--except I be provoked. No, my good lords, it is not that offends;   ·aca035· It is not that that hath incensed the duke:   [aca036] It is, because no one should sway but he; No one but he should be about the king; And that engenders thunder in his breast And makes him roar these accusations forth.   ·aca040· But he shall know I am as good--   [aca041] _Glou._ As good! Thou bastard of my grandfather! _Win._ Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray, But one imperious in another’s throne? _Glou._ Am I not protector, saucy priest?   [aca045] _Win._ And am not I a prelate of the church? _Glou._ Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps And useth it to patronage his theft. _Win._ Unreverent Gloster! _Glou._ Thou art reverent   [aca049] Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.   ·aca050· _Win._ Rome shall remedy this. _War._ Roam thither, then.   [aca051] _Som._ My lord, it were your duty to forbear. _War._ Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.   [aca053] _Som._ Methinks my lord should be religious And know the office that belongs to such.   ·aca055· _War._ Methinks his lordship should be humbler;   [aca056] It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. _Som._ Yes, when his holy state is touch’d so near. _War._ State holy or unhallow’d, what of that? Is not his grace protector to the king?   ·aca060· _Plan._ [_Aside_] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,   [aca061] Lest it be said ‘Speak, sirrah, when you should; Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?’ Else would I have a fling at Winchester. _King._ Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,   [aca065] The special watchmen of our English weal, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, To join your hearts in love and amity. O, what a scandal is it to our crown, That two such noble peers as ye should jar!   ·aca070· Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell Civil dissension is a viperous worm That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. [_A noise within,_ ‘Down with the tawny-coats!’ What tumult’s this? _War._ An uproar, I dare warrant, Begun through malice of the bishop’s men.   ·aca075· [_A noise again,_ ‘Stones! stones!’ _Enter Mayor_.