VER. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
BAS. Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
VER. Hark ye; not so: in witness take ye that.

[Strikes him.

Bas. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such,
That whoso draws a sword 't is present death,
Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
But I'll unto his majesty, and crave

I may have liberty to venge this wrong;

When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.

VER. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; And, after, meet you sooner than you would.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-Paris. A Room of State.

Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, WARWICK, TALBOT, the Governor of Paris, and others.

GLO. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.

WIN. God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
GLO. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,-

[Governor kneels.

That you elect no other king but him:
Esteem none friends but such as are his friends;
And none your foes but such as shall pretend
Malicious practices against his state:

This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!

[Exeunt Governor and his Train.

Enter SIR JOHN FASTOLFE.

FAST. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,

To haste unto your coronation,

A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy.

[Plucking it off

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's leg,
(Which I have done,) because unworthily
Thou wast installed in that high degree.
Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:
This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
When but in all I was six thousand strong,
And that the French were almost ten to one,
Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
Like to a trusty squire, did run away;
In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,

Were there surpris'd and taken prisoners.
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.

GLO. To say the truth, this fact was infamous,
And ill-beseeming any common man;
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.

TAL. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
Knights of the garter were of noble birth;
Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,

But always

resolute in most extremes.

He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
Profaning this most honourable order;
And should (if I were worthy to be judge)
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
K. HEN. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st thy doom!

Be

packing therefore, thou that wast a knight;

Henceforth

And

now,

we banish thee, on pain of death.—

lord protector, view the letter

Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy.

[Exit FASTOLFE.

GLO. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd his style?

[Viewing the superscription.

No more but, plain and bluntly,-" To the king?"
Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?

Or doth this churlish superscription

Pretend some alteration in good will?

What's here?" I have, upon especial cause,—

[Reads.

Mov'd with compassion of my country's wrack,
Together with the pitiful complaints

Of such as your oppression feeds upon,—

Forsaken your pernicious faction,

And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France."
O monstrous treachery! Can this be so;

That in alliance, amity, and oaths,

There should be found such false dissembling guile?
K. HEN. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
GLO. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe.
K. HEN. Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
GLO. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.

K. HEN. Why, then, lord Talbot there shall talk with him, And give him chastisement for this abuse;

How say you, my lord? are you not content?

TAL. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am prevented,

I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.

K. HEN. Then gather strength, and march unto him straight:

Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason;
And what offence it is to flout his friends.

TAL. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still
You may behold confusion of your foes.

Enter VERNON and BASSET.

VER. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign!
BAS. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too!
YORK. This is my servant: Hear him, noble prince!
SOM. And this is mine: Sweet Henry, favour him!

[Exit.

K. HEN. Be patient, lords, and give them leave to speak.Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim?

And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?

VER. With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
BAS. And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.

K. HEN. What is that wrong whereof you both complain!

First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
BAS. Crossing the sea from England into France
This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
Upbraided me about the rose I wear;

Saying the sanguine colour of the leaves
Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
When stubbornly he did repugn the truth,
About a certain question in the law,
Argued betwixt the duke of York and him;
With other vile and ignominious terms:
In confutation of which rude reproach,
And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
I crave the benefit of law of arms.

VER. And that is my petition, noble lord:
For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit,
To set a gloss upon his bold intent,

Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him;
And he first took exceptions at this badge,
Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.

YORK. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
SOM. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out,
Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.

K. HEN. Good Lord! what madness rules in brain-sick

men;

When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
Such factious emulations shall arise:

Good

cousins both, of York and Somerset,

Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.

YORK. Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
And then your highness shall command a peace.
SOм. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
YORK. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
VER. Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
BAS, Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
GLO. Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife!

And

Perish ye, with your audacious prate!

Presumptuous vassals! are you not asham'd,
With this immodest clamorous outrage,

To trouble and disturb the king and us?

And you, my lords, methinks you do not well,
To bear with their perverse objections;

Much less to take occasion from their mouths

To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves;

Let me persuade you, take a better course.

EXE. It grieves his highness:—Good my lords, be friends. K. HEN. Come hither, you that would be combatants: Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour,

Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.
And you, my lords, remember where we are;

In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
If they perceive dissension in our looks,
And that within ourselves we disagree,
How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd
To wilful disobedience, and rebel!

Beside, what infamy will there arise,
When foreign princes shall be certified

That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,
King Henry's peers and chief nobility

Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!

O, think upon the conquest of my father,

My tender years; and let us not forego

That for a trifle that was bought with blood!

Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.

I see no reason, if I wear this rose, [Putting on a red rose.
That any one should therefore be suspicious

I more incline to Somerset than York:
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
But your discretions better can persuade
Than I am able to instruct or teach:
And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
So let us still continue peace and love.
Cousin of York, we institute your grace
To be our regent in these parts of France:
And, good my lord of Somerset, unite

Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,