WINCHESTER.
Unreverent Gloucester!
GLOUCESTER.
Thou art reverend
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
WINCHESTER.
Rome shall remedy this.
GLOUCESTER.
Roam thither, then.
WARWICK.
My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
SOMERSET.
Ay, so the bishop be not overborne.
Methinks my lord should be religious,
And know the office that belongs to such.
WARWICK.
Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
SOMERSET.
Yes, when his holy state is touch’d so near.
WARWICK.
State holy or unhallow’d, what of that?
Is not his Grace Protector to the King?
PLANTAGENET.
[Aside.] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
Lest it be said, “Speak, sirrah, when you should;
Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?”
Else would I have a fling at Winchester.