King Henry VI, First Part. Уильям Шекспир

      What noise is this? what traitors have we here?

      Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?

      Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.

      Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;

      The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:

      From him I have express commandment

      That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.

      Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?

      Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate

      Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?

      Thou art no friend to God or to the King.

      Open the gates, or I 'll shut thee out shortly.

      Open the gates unto the lord protector,

      Or we 'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.

      How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?

      Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?

      I do, thou most usurping proditor,

      And not protector, of the king or realm.

      Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,

      Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;

      Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:

      I 'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,

      If thou proceed in this thy insolence.

      Nay, stand thou back; I will not budge a foot:

      This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,

      To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

      I will not slay thee, but I 'll drive thee back:

      Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth

      I 'll use to carry thee out of this place.

      Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.

      What! am I dared and bearded to my face?

      Draw, men, for all this privileged place;

      Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard;

      I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:

      Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:

      In spite of pope or dignities of church,

      Here by the cheeks I 'll drag thee up and down.

      WINCHESTER. Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.

      Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!

      Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?

      Thee I 'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.

      Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!

      Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's

      men, and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of

      London and his Officers.

      Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,

      Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

      Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:

      Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,

      Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.

      Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,

      One that still motions war and never peace,

      O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,

      That seeks to overthrow religion,

      Because he is protector of the realm,

      And would have armour here out of the Tower,

      To crown himself king and suppress the prince.

      I will not answer thee with words, but blows.

      Here they skirmish again.

      Nought rests for me in this tumultuous strife

      But to make open proclamation:

      Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst:

      Cry.

      Cardinal, I 'll be no breaker of the law;

      But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.

      Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure;

      Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.

      I 'll call for clubs, if you will not away.

      This Cardinal's more haughty than the devil.

      Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.

      Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;

      For I intend to have it ere long.

      See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.

      Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!

      I myself fight not once in forty year.

      Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,

      And how the English have the suburbs won.

      Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,

      Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.

      But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:

      Chief master-gunner am I of this town;

      Something I must do to procure me grace.

      The prince's espials have informed me

      How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,

      Wont through a secret grate of iron

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