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.
JOHN. He were not best.
HEN. Why, hair-brain'd brother, can ye brook no jest?
I do confirm you Earl of Nottingham.
JOHN. And Morton too?
HEN. Ay, and Morton too.