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FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.
[Act III. The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt To hold your slaughtering hands, and keep the From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lord's, vouch-Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife.
To give me hearing what I shall reply. [safe
If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,
As he will have me, How am I so poor?
Or how haps it, I seck not to advance
Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling:
And for dissention, Who preferreth peace
More than I do,-except I be provok'd?
No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
Is it 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-
1 Serv. Nay, if we be
Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our
2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish
And set this unaccustom'd* fight aside. [broil,
1 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a
Glo. As good?
Thou bastard of my grandfather!
Win. Ay, lordly Sir; For what are you, I But one imperious in another's throne ! [pray,
Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? Win. And am I not a prelate of the church? Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps, And useth it to patronage his theft.
Win. Unreverent Gloster!
Glo. Thou art reverent
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
Win. This Rome shall remedy.
War. Roam thither then.
Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
Or who should study to prefer a peace,
If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious,
And know the office that belongs to such.
War. My lord protector, yield ;-yield Win-
Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,
War. Methinks, his lordship should be hum-To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. [bler; You see what mischief, and what murder too, Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so 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 me stoop;
War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what ofthat? Is not his grace protector to the king?
Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his
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.
K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester,
Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
Inferior to none, but 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,t
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight,
And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes.
2 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails
Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.
Glo. Stay, stay, I say!
And, if you love me, as you say you do,
Let me persuade you to forbear a while.
K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my
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 Hen-
Pity the city of London, pity us! [ry,
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 contrary parts,
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,
That many have their giddy brains knock'd
Our windows are broke down in every street,
And we, for fear, compell'd to shut our shops.
Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers of GLOSTER
and WINCHESTER, with bloody pates.
K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to
Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest
Should ever get that privilege of me.
War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the
Hath banish'd moody discontented fury, [duke
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
That malice was a great and grievous sin;
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
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 dissention is a viperous worm,
That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.-For shame, my lord of Winchester ! relent;
[Anoise within; Down with the tawny coats! What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
What tumult's this?
Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to
Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.
Glo. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow
3 Serv. And I will see what physic the ta-
War. Accept this scroll, most gracious
Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet,
We do exhibit to your majesty.
Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick ;-for,
An if your grace mark every circumstance,
You have great reason to do Richard right:
Especially, for those occasions
At Eltham-place I told your majesty.
K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were Therefore we'll knock.
Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,
That Richard be restored to his blood.
War. Let Richard be restored to his bloood; 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 But all the whole inheritance I give, [alone, 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 a-
gainst 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
And as my duty springs so perish they
That grudge one thought against your majesty!
All. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke
15 Through which our policy must make a breach: Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,
That come to gather money for their corn.
If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we shall,)
And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
That Charles the Dauphin may encounter
Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty,
To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France:
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
For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
[Exeunt all but EXETER.
Eze. Ay, we may march in England, or in
Not seeing what is likely to ensue: [France,
This late dissention, 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 degrees,
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 of Monmouth, should win
And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all:
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish
His days may finish ere that hapless time.
SCENE II.-France.-Before Roüen.
Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, and SOLDIERS
dressed like Countrymen, with Sacks upon
Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of
1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
And we be lords and rulers over Roüen;
Guard. [Within.] Qui est là?
Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France: Poor market-folks, that come to sell their Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. [Opens the Gates. Puc. Now Roiien, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.
[PUCELLE, &c. enter the City.
Enter CHARLES, BASTARD of Orleans, ALENÇON, and Forces.
Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem!
Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of Enter LA PUCELLE on a Battlement: holding [Aside. out a Torch burning.
And once again we'll sleep secure in Roiien.
Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her prac-
Now she is there, how will she specify
Where is the best and safest passage in?
Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder
Which, once discern'd, shows, that her mean-
No way to that, for weakness, which she
Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding
That joineth Roüen unto her countrymen:
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
Enter, and cry-The Dauphin!-presently,
And then do execution on the watch.
[They enter. Alarums. Enter TALBOT, and certain English. Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
If Talbot but survive thy treachery.—
Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
That hardly we escap'd the pride of France.
[Exeunt to the Town.
Alarum: Excursions. Enter from the Town,
BEDFORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with
TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the English forces.
Then, enter on the Walls, LA PUCELLE,
CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENÇON, and others.
Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn
I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,
* Confederates in stratagems.
1, e. No way equal to that. Haughty power.
Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,
And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the
For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.-
God be wi'you, my lord! we came, Sir, but to
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
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.
Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried;
So sure I swear, to get the town, or die.
Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy
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 Roüen, And will be partner of your weal, or woe. Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read,
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.
leave been guided by thee hitherto, young had no diffidence ;
ti shaŭ never breed distrust. with out thy wit for secret policies, v) make thee famous through the Alarums; Excursions. Enter Sir JOHN FAS-attur statute in some holy place, TOLFE, and a CAPTAIN. reverenc'd like a blessed saint; the sweet virgin, for our good. thus it must be; this doth Joan
Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in
such haste ?
Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight;
sions, mix'd with sugar'd words,
the duke of Burgundy
We are like to have the overthrow again.
Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord
labet, and to follow us.
Ty, sweeting, if we could do.
Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!— Then be it so:--Heavens keep old Bedford safe!
And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, But gather we our forces out of hand, And set upon our boasting enemy. [Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, leaving BEDFORD, and others.
the more than streams of foreign
therefore, with a flood of tears,
ay thy country's stained spots!
ter she hath bewitch'd me with
Besides, all French and France ex
suddenly relent. on thee,
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 statute 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.
Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do
France were no place for Henry's warriors;
Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
But be extirped* from our provinces.
Alen. Forever should they be expuls'dt from
And not have title to an earldom here.
To bring this matter to the wished end.
Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
An English March. Enter, and pass over at a
distance, TALBOT and his Forces.
Pue. Your honours shall perceive how I will 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!
Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny, [tion,
Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly na-
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
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-
Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring
Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their
Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile
Bur. Iam vanquish'd; these haughty* words
Tal. My gracious prince,—and honourable
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, [strength,
Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of
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 grace.
K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Glos-
That hath so long been resident in France?
Glo, Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and vic-
And see the cities and the towns defac'd
By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!
As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
See, see, the pining malady of France;
Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast!
O, turn thy edged sword another way; [help!
Strike those that hurt, and huit not those that
One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's
Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign | When I was young, (as yet I am not old,)
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, I do remember how my father said,
And wash away thy country's stained spots! A stouter champion never handled sword.
Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with Long since we were resolvedt of your truth,
Your faithful service, and your toil in war;
Yet never have you tasted our reward,
Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
Puc. Besides, all French and France ex- Or been reguerdon‡ with so much as thanks,
claims on thee,
Because till now we never saw your face:
*Elevated. Confirmed in opinion. Rewarded.
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
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.t
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
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 That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou
hear'st thy doom:
Therefore, stand up; and, for these good de-]
We here create you earl of Shrewsbury;
And in our coronatiou take your place.
[Exeunt King HENRY, GLOSTER, TALBOT,
Ver. Now, Sir, to you, that were so hot at
Disgracing of these colours, that I wear [sea,
In honour of my noble lord of York,-
Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou
Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye
Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms
That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death;
Or else this blow should broach thy dearest
But I'll unto his majesty, and crave, [blood.
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
And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
SCENE I-The same.- -A Room of State. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, WARWICK, TALBOT, the GOVRENOR 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,
That you elect no other king but him:
Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends;
And none of 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.
Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight;
Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.-
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?-I have, upon especial cause,-
Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck,
Together with the pitiful complaints
Of such as your oppression feeds upon,-
Forsaken your pernicious faction, [France.
And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of
O monstrous treachery! Can this be so ;
That in aliance, amity, and oaths, [guile?
There should be found such false dissembling
K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy
Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become
K. Hen. Is that the worst, this letter doth
Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he
K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall
talk with him,
Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from
To haste unto your coronation, [Calais,
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
I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee
To tear the garter from thy craven'st 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 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.
+ Mean, dastardly.
And give him chastisement for this abuse:-
My lord, how say you? are not you content?
Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am
should have begg'd I might have been em-
K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march
unto him straight:
Let him perceive, how ill we brook his trea-
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 (Exit.
Enter VERNON and BASSET.
with your audacious prate! es vassals! are you not asham'd, Adest clamorous outr.ge
and disturb the king and us?
a lords, methinks, you do not 7th their perverse abjections; [well, take occasion from their mouths my betwist yourselves;
you take a better course.
eres his highness;-Good my
Come hither, you that would be [favour,
charge you, as you love our this quarrel, and the cause.nerds-remember where we are;
ongst a fickle wavering nation: Pecive dissention in our looks, an ourselves we disagree,
a grudging stomachs be provok'd
edience, and rebel? Wanfamy will there arise,
a princes shall be certified, Betraver