And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive?

and mark but this,
proof

for

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 slaughtermen.
Come, come, return; return, thoy wand'ring
Lord;

Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their

arms.

Bur. I am vanquish'd; these haughty words of hers

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
And made me almos: 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.
and turn,
Puc, Done like a Frenchman; 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.

SCENE IV.

Paris. A Room in the Palace.

Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and other Lords, VERNON, BASSET, &c. To them TALBOT, and some of his officers.

Tal. My gracious Prince,

and honourable

Peers,

Hearing of your arrival in this realm,

I have a while given truce unto my wars,
To do my duty to my Sovereign:
In sign whereof, this arm

that hath reclaim'd

To your obedience fifty fortresses,

Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength,
Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,

Lets fall his sword before your Highness' feet;
And, with submissive loyalty of heart,
Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,
First to my God, and next unto your
K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot,
Gloster,

Grace.

uncle

That hath so long been resident in France?
Glo. Yes, if it please your Majesty, my Liege.
K. Hen. Welcome, brave Captain, and victo-
rious 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,

1

We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
And in our coronation take your place.

[Exeunt King HENRY, GLOSTER, TAL-
BOT, and Nobles.

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

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 arins is such,

That, who so 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.

[Exeunt.

ACT IV. SCENE I.

The same, A Room of State:

Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, WARWICK, TALBOT, the Governour 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, Governour of Paris, take your [Governour kneels. That you elect no other King but him:

oath,

Esteen 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 Gov. 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. 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, [Plucking it off. (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 surpriz'd, and taken prisoners. Then judge, great Lords, if I have done amiss; Or whether that such cowards ought to wear This ornament of knigthood, 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 cou-
rage,

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 begraded, like a hedge-born swain
That doth presume to boast gentle blood.

K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st
thy doom:

Be packing therefore, thon 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.