_May._ O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,   [aca076] Pity the city of London, pity us!   [aca077] The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester’s men,   [aca078] Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Have fill’d their pockets full of pebble stones   [aca080] And banding themselves in contrary parts   [aca081] Do pelt so fast at one another’s pate   [aca082] That many have their giddy brains knock’d out: Our windows are broke down in every street And we for fear compell’d to shut our shops.   [aca085] _Enter_ Serving-men, _in skirmish, with bloody pates_. _King._ We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,   [aca086] To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace. Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife. _First Serv._ Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we’ll fall   [aca089] to it with our teeth.   ·aca090· _Sec. Serv._ Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. [_Skirmish again._ _Glou._ You of my household, leave this peevish broil And set this unaccustom’d fight aside. _Third Serv._ My lord, we know your grace to be a man Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,   ·aca095· Inferior to none but to his majesty:   [aca096] And ere that we will suffer such a prince, So kind a father of the commonweal, To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, We and our wives and children all will fight   [aca100] And have our bodies slaughter’d by thy foes.   [aca101] _First Serv._ Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field when we are dead. [_Begin again._ _Glou._ Stay, stay, I say!   [aca103] And if you love me, as you say you do,   [aca104] Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.   ·aca105· _King._ O, how this discord doth afflict my soul! Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold My sighs and tears and will not once relent? Who should be pitiful, if you be not? Or who should study to prefer a peace,   [aca110] If holy churchmen take delight in broils? _War._ Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;   [aca112] Except you mean with obstinate repulse To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm. You see what mischief and what murder too   ·aca115· Hath been enacted through your enmity; Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood. _Win._ He shall submit, or I will never yield. _Glou._ Compassion on the king commands me stoop; Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest   ·aca120· Should ever get that privilege of me. _War._ Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke Hath banish’d moody discontented fury, As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:   [aca124] Why look you still so stern and tragical?   ·aca125· _Glou._ Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. _King._ Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach That malice was a great and grievous sin; And will not you maintain the thing you teach,   [aca129] But prove a chief offender in the same?   ·aca130·