Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile France;

And fee the cities, and the towns defac'd

By wafting ruin of the cruel foe.

As looks the mother on her lowly babe, 2
When death doth clofe his tender dying eyes;
See, fee the pining malady of France.

Behold the wounds, the moft unnat'ral wounds,
Which thou thyself haft giv'n her woful breast.
Oh, turn thy edged fword another way;

Strike those that hurt; and hurt not thofe that help:
One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bofom,
Should grieve thee more than streams of common gore;
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,
And wash away thy country's fained fpots.

Burg. Either the hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me fuddenly relent.

Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaim on thee;

Doubting thy birth, and lawful progeny.

Whom join'ft thou with, but with a lordly nation
That will not truft thee but for profit's fake?
When Talbot hath fet footing once in France,
And fashion'd thee that inftrument of Ill;
Who then but English Henry will be Lord,.
And thou be thruft out like a fugitive?
Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof;
Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
And was not he in England prifoner?
But when they heard he was thine enemy,
They fet him free without his ransom paid;
In fpight of Burgundy, and all his friends.

See then, thou fight'ft against thy countrymen ;
And join'ft with them, will be thy flaughter-men.

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on her LOWLY babe,] It is plain Shakespeare wrote, LOVELY babe, it answering to fertile France above, which this domeftic image is brought to illuftrate. WARBURTON.

The alteration is eafy and probable, but perhaps the poet by lowly babe meant the babe lying low in death. Lowly answers as well to towns defaced and wafting ruin, as lovely to fertile. Nn 2

Come,

Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring Lord: Charles, and the reft will take thee in their arms.

Burg. I'm vanquished. These haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-fhot, 3 And made me almoft yield upon my knees. Forgive me, country, and fweet countrymen ; And, Lords, accept this hearty kind embrace. My forces and my pow'r of men are yours. So farewel, Talbot, I'll no longer trust thee. Pucel. Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!" Dau. Welcome, brave Duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.

Baft. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. Alan. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, And doth deserve a Coronet of gold.

Dau. Now let us on, my Lords, and join our powers; And feek how we may prejudice the foe.

[Exeunt.

Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, York, Suffolk, Somerset, Warwick, Exeter, &c. To them Talbot, with his Soldiers.

Tal.

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MY

bers

Y gracious Prince, and honourable Peers,
Hearing of your arrival in this realm,

Thefe haughty words of

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-fhot,] How thefe lines came hither I know not, there was nothing in the fpeech of Joan haughty or violent, it was all foft entreaty and mild expoftulation.

4 Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!] This feems to be an offering of the

poet to his royal mistress's refentment, for Henry the Fourth's laft great turn in religion, in the year 1593. WARBURTON.

The inconftancy of the French was always the fubject of fatire. I have read a differtation written to prove that the index of the wind upon our fteeples was made in form of a cock, to ridicule the French for their frequent changes.

I have a while giv'n truce unto my wars,

To do my duty to my Sovereign.

In fign whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd
To your obedience fifty fortreffes,

Twelve cities, and fev'n walled towns of strength,
Befide five hundred prifoners of esteem;

Lets fall the fword before your Highness' feet:
And with fubmiffive loyalty of heart
Afcribes the glory of his Conqueft got,

Firft to my God, and next unto your Grace.

K. Henry. Is this the fam'd Lord Talbot, uncle Glo'fter, That hath fo long been refident in France?

Glou. Yes, if it please your Majefty, my Liege.
K. Henry. Welcome, brave Captain, and victorious
Lord.

When I was young, as yet I am not old,
I do remember how my father faid,
A ftouter champion never handled fword.
Long fince we were refolved of your truth,
Your faithful fervice and your toil in war;
Yet never have you tafted your reward,
Or been reguerdon'd with fo much as thanks,
Because 'till now we never faw your face;
Therefore stand up, and, for these good deferts,
We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury,
And in our Coronation take your place.

Manent Vernon and Baffet.

[Exeunt.

Ver. Now, Sir, to you that were so hot at sea, Difgracing of these colours that I wear

In honour of my noble Lord of York;

Dar'ft thou maintain the former words thou fpak'st?
Baf. Yes, Sir, as well as you dare patronage

The envious barking of your faucy tongue
Against my Lord, the Duke of Somerfet.
Ver. Sirrah, thy Lord I honour as he is.

Baf. Why, what is he? as good a man as York.

Ver. Hark ye; not fo: in witnefs, take you that.

[Strikes bim.
Baf. Villain, thou know'ft, the law of arms is such,
That, whofo draws a fword, 'tis prefent death;
Or elfe this blow fhould broach thy dearest blood.
But I'll unto his Majefty, and crave

I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
When thou shalt fee, I'll meet thee to thy coft.

Ver. Well, mifcreant, I'll be there as foon as you; And, after, meet you fooner than you would. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

IV. SCENE I.

PAR I S.

Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, York, Suffolk, Somerfet, Warwick, Talbot, Exeter, and Governor of Paris.

L

GLOUCESTER.

ORD Bishop, fet the Crown upon his head. Win. God fave King Henry, of that name the Sixth! Glou. Now, Governor of Paris, take your oath, That you elect no other King but him;

Efteem none friends, but fuch as are his friends;
And none your fees, but fuch as fhall pretend
Malicious practices againft his ftate.
This fhall ye do, fo help you righteous God!

5 That, whofo draws a fword, 'tis prefent death;] ShakeSpeare wrote,

draws a word 'th' prefence 't's death; i. e. in the Court, or in the pre

fence Chamber. WARBURTON,

This reading cannot be right, because, as Mr. Edwards obferved, it cannot be pronounced. 6 -fuch as shall pretend] To pretend is to defign, to intend.

Enter

Enter Faftolfe.

Faft. My gracious Sovereign, as I rode from Calais, To hafte unto your Coronation;

A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy.
Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy, and thee!
I vow'd, base Knight, when I did meet thee next,
To tear the Garter from thy craven leg,
Which I have done; becaufe unworthily
Thou waft inftalled in that high degree.
Pardon, my Princely Henry, and the rest;
This daftard, at the battle of Poitiers,
When but in all I was fix thousand strong,
And that the French were almoft ten to one,
Before we met, or that a ftroke was given,
Like to a trufty 'fquire, did run away.
In which affault we loft twelve hundred men;
Myfelf and divers gentlemen befide

Were there furpriz'd, and taken prisoners.
Then judge, great Lords, if I have done amifs
Or whether that fuch cowards ought to wear
This ornament of knighthood, yea or no?

Glou. To fay the truth, this fact was infamous,
And ill befeeming any common man;
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.

Tal. When firft this Order was ordain'd, my Lords,
Knights of the Garter were of noble birth;
Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage; 7
Such as were grown to Credit by the wars;
Not fearing death, nor fhrinking for distress,
But always refolute in moft extremes.
He then, that is not furnish'd in this fort,
Doth but ufurp the facred name of Knight,
Profaning this most honourable Order

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fenfe for high.

haughty courage ;] Haughty is here in its original