KING. Thou shalt have thy desire, heroic son, As soon as other home-bred brawls are done.
FAU. I am almost blind, To hear sons cruel and the fathers kind. Now, well-a-year,[456] that e'er I liv'd to see Such patience and so much impiety!
GLO. Brother, content thee; this is but the first: Worse is a-brewing, and yet not the worst.
LEI. The lands of Morton doth belong to John.
HEN. What's that to me? by Act of Parliament If they be mine confirm'd, he must be pleas'd.
JOHN. Be pleased, King-puppet! have I stood for thee, Even in the mouth of death? open'd my arms To circle in sedition's ugly shape? Shook hands with duty, bad adieu to virtue, Profan'd all majesty in heaven and earth; Writ in black characters on my white brow The name of _rebel John_ against his father? For thee, for thee, thou 'otomy[457] of honour, Thou worm of majesty, thou froth, thou bubble![458] And must I now be pleas'd in peace to stand, While statutes make thee owner of my land?
GLO. Good pastime, good, now will the thieves fall out! [_Aside_.
JOHN. O, if I do, let me be never held Royal King Henry's son; pardon me, father; Pull down this rebel, that hath done thee wrong. Dick, come and leave his side; assail him, lords; Let's have no parley but with bills and swords.
KING. Peace, John, lay down thy arms; hear Henry speak. He minds thee no such wrong.
HEN. Why, hair-brain'd brother, can ye brook no jest? I do confirm you Earl of Nottingham.
JOHN. Why so? now once more I'll sit down by you.
GLO. Blow, wind! the youngest of King Henry's stock Would fitly serve to make a weathercock.
JOHN. Gape, earth! challenge thine own, as Gloster lies; Pity such muck is cover'd with the skies?
FAU. Be quiet, good my lords; ['tis] the King's command You should be quiet, and 'tis very meet; It's most convenient--how say you, Prince Richard?
FAU. Why, that is wisely said; You are a very kind, indifferent man, Marry a' God, and by my halidom, Were not I had a feeling in my head Of some suspicion 'twixt my wife and him I should affect him more than all the world. [_Aside_.
GLO. Take heed, old Richard, keep thee there, mad lad. My sisters' fair, and beauty may turn bad. [_Aside_.
_Enter_ ROBIN HOOD, _a paper in his hand_.
OFFICER. Room there, make room for young Huntington.
