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That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able
Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,
As very infants prattle of thy pride.
Thou art a most pernicious usurer;
Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
A man of thy profession and degree;
And for thy treachery, what's more manifest,-
In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
As well at London bridge, as at the Tower?
Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

WIN. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouchsafe
To give me hearing what I shall reply.
If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,
As he will have me, how am I so poor?

Or how haps it, I seek not to advance

;

Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
And for dissension, who preferreth peace
More than I do, except I be provok'd?
No, my good lords, it is not that offends
It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke:
It is, because no one should sway but he ;
No one but he should be about the king;
And that engenders thunder in his breast,
And makes him roar these accusations forth.
But he shall know I am as good-

GLO.

Thou bastard of my grandfather!-

As good!

WIN. Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,

But one imperious in another's throne?

GLO. Am I not protector, saucy priest?

WIN. And am not I a prelate of the church?

GLO. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,

And useth it to patronage his theft.

WIN. Unreverent Gloster !

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SOм. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. WAR. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. SOм. Methinks my lord should be religious, And know the office that belongs to such.

WAR. Methinks his lordship should be humbler; It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.

SOM. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near. WAR. State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?

Is not his grace protector to the king?

PLAN. 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.

[Aside.

K. HEN. Uncles of Gloster and of Winchester,

The special watchmen of our English weal;

I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,

To join your hearts in love and amity.

O, what a scandal is it to our crown,

That two such noble peers as ye should jar!

Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell,
Civil dissension is a viperous worm,
That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.-
[A noise without; "Down with the tawny
[coats!"

What tumult's this?
WAR.
An uproar, I dare warrant,
Begun through malice of the bishop's men.

[A noise again; "Stones! Stones!"
Enter the Mayor of London, attended.
MAY. O, my good lords,-and virtuous Henry,
Pity the city of London, pity us!

The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men,
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,

Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones;
And banding themselves in contráry parts,
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,
That many have their giddy brains knock'd out :
Our windows are broke down in every street,
And we, for fear, compell'd to shut our shops.
Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers of GLOUCESTER
and WINCHESTER, with bloody pates.

K. HEN. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace. Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife.

I SERV. Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we'll fall to't with our teeth.

2 SERV. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. [Skirmish again.

GLO. You of my household, leave this peevish That malice was a great and grievous sin; broil,

And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.

3 SERV. My lord, we know your grace to be a man Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, Inferior to none but to his majesty: And, ere that we will suffer such a prince, So kind a father of the commonweal, To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. I SERV. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field when we are dead. [Skirmish again. Stay, stay, I say! An if you love me, as you say you do, Let me persuade you to forbear a while.

GLO.

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And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
But prove a chief offender in the same?

WAR. Sweet king!-the bishop hath a kindly gird.

For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
What, shall a child instruct you what to do?

WIN. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee Love for thy love; and hand for hand I give.

GLO. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ; This token serveth for a flag of truce, Betwixt ourselves and all our followers: So help me God, as I dissemble not!

WIN. [Aside.] So help me God, as I intend it

not!

K. HEN. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster,

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chester ;

And so will I.

3 SERV. And I will see what physic the tavern
affords.

[Exeunt Mayor, Servants, &c.
WAR. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
We do exhibit to your majesty.

GLO. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick ;- for,
sweet prince,

An if your grace mark every circumstance, You have great reason to do Richard right: me Especially for those occasions

Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,
To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm.
You see what mischief, and what murder too,
Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
WIN. He shall submit, or I will never yield.
GLO. Compassion on the king commands
stoop,
Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest
Should ever get that privilege of me.
WAR. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke
Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
Why look you still so stern and tragical?

GLO. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
K. HEN. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you
preach,

At Eltham-place I told your majesty.

K. HEN. And those occasions, uncle, were of

force:

Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,
That Richard be restored to his blood.

WAR. Let Richard be restored to his blood;
So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.
WIN. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
K. HEN. If Richard will be true, not that alone,
But all the whole inheritance I give,

That doth belong unto the house of York,
From whence you spring by lineal descent.
PLAN. Thy humble servant vows obedience,
And humble service, till the point of death.

K. HEN. Stoop then, and set your knee against my foot,

And, in reguerdon of that duty done,

I girt thee with the valiant sword of York:
Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
And rise created princely duke of York.

PLAN. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall!
And as my duty springs, so perish they
That grudge one thought against your majesty!

ALL. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of York!

SOM. [Aside.] Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York!

GLO. Now will it best avail your majesty,
To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France:

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I SERV. Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth.

The presence of a king engenders love

Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends;
As it disanimates his enemies.

K. HEN. When Gloster says the word, king
Henry goes,

For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
GLO. Your ships already are in readiness.

[Flourish. Exeunt all except EXETER. EXE. Ay, we may march in England or in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue :

This late dissension, grown betwixt the peers,
Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,
And will at last break out into a flame:
As fester'd members rot but by degree,
Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
So will this base and envious discord breed.
And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth,
Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,-
That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all,
And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all,
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish
His days may finish ere that hapless time.

[Exit.

SCENE II.-France. Before Rouen. Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, and Soldiers dressed like Countrymen, with sacks upon their backs. PUC. These are the city-gates, the gates of Rouen, Through which our policy must make a breach :

Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
That hardly we escap'd the pride of France.
[Exeunt into the town.
Alarum: excursions. Enter, from the town, BED-
FORD, brought in sick, in a chair, with TALBOT,
Then,
BURGUNDY, and the English Forces.
enter on the walls, LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, the
Bastard, ALENÇON, and others.

Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?

I think the duke of Burgundy will fast,
Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?
BUR. Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless cour-

tezan !

I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own,
And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.

CHAR. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that time.

BED. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!

Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? break

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Puc. Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,

To try if that our own be ours or no.

TAL. I speak not to that railing Hecate,

But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest;

Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
ALEN. Signior, no.

TAL. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France !
Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,
And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.

Puc. Away, captains! let's get us from the walls, For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.God b' wi' my lord! we came but to tell you That we are here.

[Exeunt LA PUCELLE, &c. from the walls.
TAL. And there will we be too, ere it be long,
Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame !-
Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,
Either to get the town again, or die:

And I,-as sure as English Henry lives,
And as his father here was conqueror ;
As sure as in this late-betrayed town

Enter CHARLES, the Bastard of Orleans, ALENÇON, Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried;

and Forces.

CHAR. Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.
BAST. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants.
Now she is there, how will she specify
Where is the best and safest passage in?
ALEN. By thrusting out a torch from yonder
tower;

Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,
No way to that, for weakness, which she entered.

Enter LA PUCELLE on a battlement, holding out a burning torch.

PUC. Behold, this is the happy wedding-torch, That joineth Rouen unto her country-men; But burning fatal to the Talbotites! BAST. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend; The burning torch in yonder turret stands.

CHAR. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes! ALEN. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends; Enter, and cry-The Dauphin!-presently, And then do execution on the watch. [They enter. Enter TALBOT, and English Soldiers from the town. TAL. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,

Alarums.

If Talbot but survive thy treachery.Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,

So sure I swear, to get the town or die.

BUR. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. TAL. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, The valiant duke of Bedford.-Come, my lord, We will bestow you in some better place, Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.

BED. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me : Here will I sit, before the walls of Rouen, And will be partner of your weal or woe. BUR. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade BED. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read,

you.

That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,
Came to the field, and vanquished his foes:
Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
Because I ever found them as myself.

TAL. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
Then be it so-heavens keep old Bedford safe !-
And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
And set upon our boasting enemy.
But gather we our forces out of hand,

[Exeunt into the town BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, leaving BEDFORD and others. Alarum: excursions. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE, and a Captain.

CAP. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?

FAST. Whither away! to save myself by flight; We are like to have the overthrow again.

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CAP. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!

[Exit.

Retreat excursions. Re-enter, from the town, LA PUCELLE, ALENÇON, CHARLES, &c., and exeunt, flying.

BED. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven

please,

For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
They that of late were daring with their scoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
[Dies, and is carried off in his chair.

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What, all a-mort! Rouen hangs her head for grief, That such a valiant company are fled.

Now will we take some order in the town,

Placing therein some expert officers;

And then depart to Paris to the king;

For there young Henry with his nobles lie.

BUR. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy.

TAL. But yet, before we go, let's not forget

The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,

But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen :

A braver soldier never couched lance,

A gentler heart did never sway in court;

But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
For that's the end of human misery.

[Excunt.

SCENE III. -The same. The Plains near Rouen.
Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENÇON, LA
PUCELLE, and Forces.

Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered;
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedied.
Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,
And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train,
If Dauphin and the rest will be but rul'd.

CHAR. We have been guided by thee hitherto,
And of thy cunning had no diffidence ;
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

BAST. Search out thy wit for secret policies, And we will make thee famous through the world. ALEN. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; Employ thee, then, sweet virgin, for our good.

Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise: By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words,

We will entice the duke of Burgundy

To leave the Talbot and to follow us.

Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will work.

Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
Summon a parley; we will talk with him.

[Trumpets sound a parley.
CHAR. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.
BUR. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy country.

man.

BUR. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.

CHAR. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy words.

Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.

BUR. Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France,

CHAR. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, And see the cities and the towns defac'd

France were no place for Henry's warriors;

Nor should that nation boast it so with us, But be extirped from our provinces.

By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!

As looks the mother on her lowly babe, When death doth close his tender dying eyes,

ALEN. For ever should they be expuls'd from See, see the pining malady of France;

France,

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Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thou thyself hast given her woeful breast!
O, turn thy edged sword another way;
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help!
One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom,
Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore ;
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,
And wash away thy country's stained spots!

BUR. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,

Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation,
That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?

When Talbot hath set footing once in France,
And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
Who then, but English Henry, will be lord,
And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
Call we to mind,-and mark but this for proof;-
Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
And was he not in England prisoner?
But, when they heard he was thine enemy,
They set him free, without his ransom paid,
In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends.
See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen,
And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-men.
Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord;
Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
BUR. I am vanquished; these haughty words of
hers

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
And made me almost yield upon my knees.-
Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen !
And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
My forces and my power of men are yours ;-
So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
Puc. Done like a Frenchman;-turn, and turn
again!

CHAR. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.

BAST. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. ALEN. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, And doth deserve a coronet of gold.

CHAR. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,

And seek how we may prejudice the foe.

[Exeunt.

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K. HEN. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, That hath so long been resident in France?

GLO. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. K. HEN. Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord! When I was young (as yet I am not old), I do remember how my father said, A stouter champion never handled sword. Long since we were resolved of your truth, Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Yet never have you tasted our reward, Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks, Because till now we never saw your face : Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts, We here create you earl of Shrewsbury; And in our coronation take your place.

[Exeunt all except VERNON and BASSET. VER. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Disgracing of these colours that I wear

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SCENE I.-Paris. A Room of State in the Palace.
Were there surpris'd and taken prisoners.
Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,
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;

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FAST. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain

Calais,

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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 we banish thee, on pain of death.[Exit FASTOLFE. And now, my lord protector, view the letter Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy. 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?-[Reads.] I have, upon especial cause, Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck,

In honour of my noble lord of York,
Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st?
BAS. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your saucy tongue
Against my lord, the duke of Somerset.
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, 'tis 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.

Together with the pitiful complaints Of such as your oppression feeds upon,Forsaken your pernicious faction,

[Exeunt.

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 foc.
K. HEN. Is that the worst this letter doth con-

tain?

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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 pre-
vented,

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.

[Exit.

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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

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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,
Argu'd 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 But more, when envy breeds unkind division;

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. SOM. 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 com-
batants.

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,
Go cheerfully together, and digest

Your angry choler on your enemies.
Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest,
After some respite, will return to Calais;
From thence to England; where I hope ere long
To be presented, by your victories,
With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout.
[Flourish. Exeunt KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER,

SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, SUFFOLK, and

BASSET.

WAR. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Prettily, methought, did play the orator.

YORK. And so he did; but yet I like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset.

WIN. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him not;

I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. YORK. An if I wist he did!-but let it rest, Other affairs must now be managed.

[Exeunt YORK, WARWICK, and VERNON. EXE. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice :

For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd.
But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
This jarring discord of nobility,

This should'ring of each other in the court,
This factious bandying of their favourites,
But that it doth presage some ill event.

'Tis much, when sceptres are in children's hands

There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.

[Exit.

SCENE II.-France. Before Bourdeaux.

Enter TALBOT, with his Forces.
TAL. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter,
Summon their general unto the wall.
Trumpet sounds a parley. Enter, on the walls, the
General of the French Forces, and others.
English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
Servant in arms to Harry king of England;
And thus he would,-Open your city gates,
Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
And do him homage as obedient subjects,
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire,
Who, in a moment, even with the earth
Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
If you forsake the offer of their love.

GEN. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge!
The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
On us thou canst not enter but by death:
For, I protest, we are well fortified,
And strong enough to issue out and fight :
If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
On either hand thee, there are squadrons pitch'd,
To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
But death doth front thee with apparent spoil,
And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament,
To rive their dangerous artillery

Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,
Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit!
This is the latest glory of thy praise,
That I, thy enemy, dew thee withal;
For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
Finish the process of his sandy hour,
These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead.
[Drum afar off.
Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,
Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.

[Exeunt General, &c. from the walls.
TAL. He fables not, I hear the enemy ;-
Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
O, negligent and heedless discipline!
How are we park'd and bounded in a pale,—
A little herd of England's timorous deer,
Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs!
If we be English deer, be, then, in blood;
Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
But rather moody-mad and desperate stags,
Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel,
And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.-
God and saint George, Talbot and England's right,
Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.-Plains in Gascony.
Enter YORK with Forces; to him a Messenger.
YORK. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
MESS. They are return'd, my lord; and give it
out,

That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,
To fight with Talbot. As he march'd along,
By your espials were discovered
Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led;
Which join'd with him, and made their march for
Bourdeaux.

YORK. A plague upon that villain Somerset,
That thus delays my promised supply
Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;
And I am lowted by a traitor villain,
And cannot help the noble chevalier :
God comfort him in this necessity!

If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY.

LUCY. Thou princely leader of our English
strength,

Never so needful on the earth of France,
Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ;
Who now is girdled with a waist of iron,
And hemm'd about with grim destruction.

To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
YORK. O God! that Somerset-who in proud
heart

Doth stop my cornets-were in Talbot's place!
So should we save a valiant gentleman,

By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
LUCY. O, send some succour to the distress'd
lord!

YORK. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike
word:

We mourn,
France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.

LUCY. Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's
soul !

And on his son young John; who two hours since
I met in travel toward his warlike father!
This seven years did not Talbot see his son ;
And now they meet where both their lives are done.
YORK. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have,
To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.-
Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,
But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.-
Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
'Long all of Somerset and his delay!

LUCY. Thus, while the vulture of sedition
Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
That ever-living man of memory,

[Exit.

Henry the fifth-whiles they each other cross, Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. [Exit.

SCENE IV.--Other plains of Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with his Forces; an Officer of TALBOT'S with him.

:

SOM. It is too late; I cannot send them now : This expedition was by York and Talbot Too rashly plotted; all our general force Might with a sally of the very town Be buckled with the over-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour, By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure: York set him on to fight, and die in shame, That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name. OFF. Here is sir William Lucy, who with me Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid.

Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY.

SOм. How now, sir William? whither were you

sent ?

LUCY. Whither, my lord? from bought and sold

lord Talbot ;

Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
To beat assailing death from his weak legions.
And whiles the honourable captain there

Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
Let not your private discord keep away
The levied succours that should lend him aid,
While he, renowned noble gentleman,
Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,
Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,
And Talbot perisheth by your default.

SOм. York set him on, York should have sent him aid.

LUCY. And York as fast upon your grace ex

claims;

Swearing, that you withhold his levied horse,
Collected for this expedition.

SOM. York lies; he might have sent and had the horse :

I owe him little duty, and less love,

And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.

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