JOHN. Respective, Richard?
Are you turn'd pure? a changing weathercock! [Aside.
I say its reason Henry should be king,
Thou prince, I duke, as Geoffrey is a duke.
LAN. What shall your father do?
JOHN. Live at his prayers,
Have a sufficient pension by the year,
Repent his sins, because his end is near.
GLO. A gracious son, a very gracious son! [Aside.
KING. Will this content you? I that have sat still,
Amaz'd to see my sons devoid of shame;
To hear my subjects with rebellious tongues
Wound the kind bosom of their sovereign;
Can no more bear, but from a bleeding heart
Deliver all my love for all your hate:
Will this content ye?[455] Cruel Elinor,
Your savage mother, my uncivil queen:
The tigress, that hath drunk the purple blood
Of three times twenty thousand valiant men;
Washing her red chaps in the weeping tears
Of widows, virgins, nurses, sucking babes;
And lastly, sorted with her damn'd consorts,
Ent'red a labyrinth to murther love.
Will this content you? She shall be releas'd,
That she may next seize me she most envies!
HEN. Our mother's liberty is some content.
KING. What else would Henry have?
HEN. The kingdom.
KING. Peruse this bill; draw near; let us confer.
JOHN. Hal, be not answered but with sovereignty,
For glorious is the sway of majesty.