Glost. As good?
Thou Bastard of my Grandfather
Winch. I, Lordly Sir: for what are you, I pray,
But one imperious in anothers Throne?
Glost. Am I not Protector, sawcie Priest?
Winch. And am not I a Prelate of the Church?
Glost. Yes, as an Out-law in a Castle keepes,
And vseth it, to patronage his Theft
Winch. Vnreuerent Glocester
Glost. Thou art reuerent,
Touching thy Spirituall Function, not thy Life
Winch. Rome shall remedie this
Warw. Roame thither then.
My Lord, it were your dutie to forbeare
Som. I, see the Bishop be not ouer-borne:
Me thinkes my Lord should be Religious,
And know the Office that belongs to such
Warw. Me thinkes his Lordship should be humbler,
It fitteth not a Prelate so to plead
Som. Yes, when his holy State is toucht so neere
Warw. State holy, or vnhallow'd, what of that?
Is not his Grace Protector to the King?
Rich. Plantagenet I see must hold his tongue,
Least it be said, Speake Sirrha when you should:
Must your bold Verdict enter talke with Lords?
Else would I haue a fling at Winchester