! So help me God, as I intend it not! O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester, How joyful am I made by this contract! Away, my masters! trouble us no more; But join in friendship, as your lords have done. Content: I'll to the surgeon's. And so will I. And I will see what physic the tavern affords. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign, Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your majesty. Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince, And if your grace mark every circumstance, You have great reason to do Richard right; Especially for those occasions At Eltham Place I told your majesty. And those occasions, uncle, were of force: Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is That Richard be restored to his blood. Let Richard be restored to his blood; So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. If Richard will be true, not that alone But all the whole inheritance I give That doth belong unto the house of York, From whence you spring by lineal descent. Thy humble servant vows obedience And humble service till the point of death. Stoop then and set your knee against my foot; And, in reguerdon of that duty done, I gird thee with the valiant sword of York: Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet, And rise created princely Duke of York. And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall! And as my duty springs, so perish they That grudge one thought against your majesty! Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York! Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York! Now will it best avail your majesty To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France: The presence of a king engenders love Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends, As it disanimates his enemies. When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes; For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Your ships already are in readiness. Ay, we may march in England or in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue. This late dissension grown betwixt the peers Burns under feigned ashes of forged love And will at last break out into a flame: As fester'd members rot but by degree, Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away, So will this base and envious discord breed. And now I fear that fatal prophecy Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth Was in the mouth of every sucking babe; That Henry born at Monmouth should win all And Henry born at Windsor lose all: Which is so