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KING HENRY

The treasury of everlasting joy.

WINCHEST ER

Thy heaven is on earth, thine eyes and thoughts
Beat on a crown, the treasure of thy heart; [20]
Pernicious Protector, dangerous peer,
That smooth’st it so with king and commonweal!

GLOUCEST ER

What, cardinal?
Is your priest-hood grown peremptory?
Tantaene animis coelestibus irae? [25]
Churchmen so hot? Good uncle, hide such malice:
With such holiness, can you do it?

SUFFOLK

No malice, sir, no more than well becomes
So good a quarrel and so bad a peer.

GLOUCEST ER

As who, my lord?

SUFFOLK

Why, as you, my lord, [30]
An’t like your lordly Lord Protectorship.

GLOUCEST ER

Why, Suffolk, England knows thine insolence.

MARGARET

And thy ambition, Gloucester.

KING HENRY

I prithee peace, good queen,
And whet not on these furious peers; [35]
For blessèd are the peacemakers on earth.

WINCHEST ER

Let me be blessèd for the peace I make