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Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
(Aside, Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield. Glo. Now it will best avail your majesty, Glo. Compassion on the king commands me stoop; To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France : Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest The presence of a king engenders love Should ever get that privilege of me.
Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends ; War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke As it disanimates his enemies. llath banish'd moody discontented fury,
K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king HenAs by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
ry goes ;
[Exeunt all but Exeter, preach,
Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in That malice was a great and grievous sin :
This late dissension grown betwixt the peers, War. Sweet king !—The bishop hath a kindly Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love, gird."
And will at last break out into a flame: For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; As festerd members rot but by degrees, ,
Till bones, and flesh, and sinews, fall away, Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; So will this base and envious discord breed. Love for thy love, and hand for hand, I give. And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
Glo. Ay; but, 'I fear me, with a hollow heart.- Which, in the name of Henry, nam'd the Fifth, See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ; Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,-. This token serveth for a flag of truce,
That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all; Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers :
And Henry,' born at Windsor, should lose all : So help me God, as I dissemble not!
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish Win. So help me God, as I intend it not! His days may finish ere that hapless time. (Exit.
(Aside, K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster,
SCENE II.-France. Before Rouen. Enter How joyful am I made by this contráct!
La Pucelle disguised, and Soldiers dressed like Away, my masters ! trouble us no more ;
countrymen, with sacks upon their backs. But join in friendship, as your lords have done. Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
1 Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. Through which our policy must make a breach: 2 Serv.
And so will 1. Take heed, be wary how you place your words; 3 Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,
affords. [Exeunt Servants, Mayor, &c. That come to gather money for their corn. War. Accept this scroll
, most gracious sovereign;If we have entrance (as I hope we shall,) Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet And that we find the slothsul watch but weak, We do exhibit to your majesty.
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick: for, sweet That Charles the dauphin may encounter them. prince,
1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, An if your grace mark every circumstance, And we be lords and rulers over Rouen; You have great reason to do Richard right: Therefore we'll knock.
(Knocks. Especially, for those occasions
Guard. (Within.] Qui est là ? At Eltham-place I told your majesty.
Puc. Paissans, pauvres gens de France: K. Hen. And those 'occasions, uncle, were of Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. force:
Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,
(Opens the gates. That Richard be restored to his blood.
Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to War. Let Richard be restored to his blood;
the ground. [Pucelle, f-c. enter the city. So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. Enter Charles, Bastard of Orleans, Alençon, and K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that alone,
forces. But all the whole inheritance I give,
Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem That doth belong unto the house of York,
And once again we'll sleep secure in Roüen. From whence you spring by lineal descent.
Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants;' Plan. Thy humble servant vows. obedience, Now she is there, how will she specify And humble service, till the point of death. Where is the best and safest passage in ? K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against
Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower, my foot;
Which, once discern'd, shows, that her mearing is, And, in reguerdono of that duty done,
No way to that,* for weakness, which she enter'd. I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet;
Enter La Pucelle on a battlement: holding out • And rise created princely duke of York.
torch burning. Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, fall!
That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen : And as my duty springs, so perish they
But burning fatal to the Talbotites. That grudge one thought against your majesty! Bast. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our Au. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of friend, York !
The burning torch in yonder turret stands. (1) Feels an emotion of kind remorse.
"') Confederates in stratagems. 121 Recompense.
" ) i. e. No way equal to that
Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, And as his father here was conqueror; prophet to the fall of all our foes !
As sure as in this late betrayed town Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous Great Ceur-de-lion's heart was buried; ends;
So sure I swear to get the town, or die. Enter, and cry—The Dauphin ;-presently, Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy rown And then do execution on the watch. (They enter. Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prir.ce,
The valiant duke of Bedford :--Come, my lord, Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English.
We will bestow you in some better place, Tal. l'rance, thou shalt rue this treason with thy Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age. tears,
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen, Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, And will be partner of your weal, or wo. • Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, Eur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persiada That hardly we escap'd the pride' of France.
[Exeunt to the toron. Bed. Not to be gone from hence : for once I read Alarum: Excursions. Enter from the town, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes ;
That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Bedford, brought in sick, in a chair, with Tal- Methinks, I should revive the soldier's hearts, bot, Burgundy, and the English forces. Then, Because I ever found them as myself
. enter on the walls, La Pucelle, Charles, Bastard,
Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast !-Alençon, and others.
Then be it so ;-Heavens keep old Bedford safe! Pu. Good morrow, gallants ! want ye corn for And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, bread ?
But gather we our forces out of hand, I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast
And set upon our boasting enemy. Before he'll buy again at such a rate :
(Exeunt Burgundy, Talbot, and forces, leap 'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste ?
ing Bedford, and others. Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless court
Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolle I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,
and a Captain. And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Capt. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before haste? that time.
Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight ; Bed. ?, let no words, but deeds, revenge this We are like to have the overthrow again. treason!
Capt. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot? Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard ? break
Ay, a lance,
All the Talbots in the world to save my life. [Exit And nn a tilt at death within a chair?
Capt. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
[Exit. Encor pass'd with thy lustful paramours !
Retreal: Excursions. Enter from the toron, La Becomes it thee to taunt his valant age,
Pucelle, Alençon, Charles, &c.; and exeunt And twit with cowardice a man half dead ? Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
flying. Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please ; Puc. Are you so hot, sir ?—Yet, Pucelle, hold For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. thy peace;
What is the trust or strength of foolish man? If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.- They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,
[Talbot, and the rest, consult together. Are glad and sain by flight to save themselves. Godspeed the parliament! who shall be the speaker ?
[Dies, and is carried off in his chais Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field ?
Alarum : Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and others.
This is a double honour, Burgundy :
Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erecte Alen. Signior, no.
Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France ! Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Prom Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,
celle now? And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. I think her old familiar is asleep:
Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls : Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles hus For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.
gleeks ? God be wi' you my lord! we came, sir, but to tell What, all a-mort ? Rouen hangs her head for grief, you
That such a valiant company are Aed.
Now will we take some order in the town,
Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy (Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in France) Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget Either to get the town again, or die :
The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, And I, -as sure as English Henry lives,
But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen; (1) Haughty power.
(4) Make some necessary dispositions. 121 Scoffs. (3) Quite dispirited.
A braver soldier never couched lance,
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help A gentler heart did never sway in court:
One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom, But kings, and mightiest potentates, must die ; Should grieve thee more than streams of forcign For that's the end of human misery.
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, CENE. III.-The same. The plains near the And wash away thy country's stained spots!
city. Enter Charles, the Bastard, Alençon, La Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her Pucelle, and forces.
words, Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Nor grieve that Roúen is so recovered:
Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims Cære is no cure, but rather corrosive,
on thee, For things that are not to be remedied.
Doubling thy birth and lawful progeny: Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,
Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation, And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake; We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train,
When Talbot hath set footing once in France, uf dauphin, and the rest, will be but ruld.
And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill, Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto,
Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, And of thy cunning had no diffidence;
And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive ? One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
Call we to mind,-and mark but this, for proof ,Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies,
Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe? And we will make thee famous through the world. And was he not in England prisoner ? Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place,
But, when they heard he was thine enemy, and have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint;
They set him free, without his ransom paid, Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends.
Puc. Then thus it must be ; this doth Joan devise; See then! thou fight'st against thy countrymen, By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words,
And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-mcn. We will entice the duke of Burgundy
Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord , To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.
Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty3 words of France were no place for Henry's warriors;
hers Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, But be extirped' from our provinces.
And made me almost yield upon my knees.Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd from Forgivo me, country, and sweet countrymen ! France,
And lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: And not have title to an earldom here.
My forces and my power of men are yours ;Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will work So, farewell, Talbot ; I'll no longer trust thee. To bring this matter to the wished end.
Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn [Drums heard.
again! Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive
Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward,
makes us fresh. An English march. Enter, and pass over at a
Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
Alen. Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this, distar.ce, Talbot and his forces.
And doth deserve a coronet of gold. There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread; Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our And all the troops of English aster him.
powers ; .A French march. Enter the Duke of Burgundy
And seek how we may prejudice the foe. (Ete. and forces. SCENE IV.-Paris. A room
the palace. Now in the rearward, comes the duke and his ;
Enter King Henry, Gloster, and other Lords, Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind.
Vernon, Basset, &c. To them Talbot, and some Summon a parley, we will talk with him.
of his officers.
(A parley sounded. Tal. My gracious prince,-and honourable Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.
peers, Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy ? Hearing of your arrival in this realm, Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy coun- I have a while given truce unto my wars, trvman.
To do my duty to my sovereign : Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am march- In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd ing hence.
To your obedience fifty fortresses, Char. Speak, Pucelle ; and enchant him with Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, thy words.
Besides five hundred prisoners of esteem,Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; Stav, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. And, with submissive lovalty of heari,
Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Ascribes the glory of his conquipa ot,
Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, First to my God, and next un ur grace. And see the cities and the towns defac'd
K. Hen. Is this the lord Tali), uncle Gluster, By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!
That hath so long been resident in France ? As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. When death doth close his tender dying eyes, K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious See, see the pining malady of France;
A stouter champion never handled 'sword.
Long since we were resolved' of your truth, Were there surpris'd, and taken prisoners. Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; Yet never have you tasted our reward,
Or whether that such cowards ought to wear Or been reguerdon'd' with so much as thanks, This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. Because till now we never saw your face:
Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, Therefo.e, stand up; and, for these good deserts, And ill beseeining any common man; We here create you earl of Shrewsbury;
Much more a knight, a captain, and á leader. And in our coronation take your place.
Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, [Exeunt King Henry, Gloster, Talbot, and Knights of the garter were of noble birth; Nobles.
Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughtys courage, Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Such as were grown to credit by the wars ; Disgracing of these colours that I wear
Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, In honour of my noble lord of York,
But always resolute in most extremes. Dar'si thou maintain the former words thou Spa'st? He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort,
Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, The envious barking of your saucy tongue Profaning this most honourable order; Against my lord the duke of Somerset.
And should if I were worthy to be judge,) Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
Be quite degraded like a hedge-born swain Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness take ye that. K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen' thou hear'*
(Strikes him. thy doom : Bas. Villain thou know'st, the law of'arms is such, Be packing therefore, thou that was a knight; That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death. Or ekse this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
(Exil Fastolfe. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
And now, my lord protector, view the letter I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy, When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. Glo. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd
Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; his style ? Viering the super scription. And, after, meet you sooner than you would. No more but, plain and bluntly, -To the king ?
(Exeunt. Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign ?
Or doth this churlish superscription
Pretend' some alteration in good will ?
(Reade. SCENE I.-The same. A room of state. Enter Mou'd with compassion of my country's wreck,
King Henry, Gloster, Exeter, York, Suffolk, Together with the pitiful complaints
Forsaken your pernicious faction,
And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. France, Win. God save king Henry, of that name the O monstrous treachery! Can this be so; Sixth!
That in alliance, amity, and oaths, Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your path- There should be found such false dissembling guile?
K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt ? That you elect no other king but him:
Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe. Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends; K. Hen. Is that the worst, this letter doth contain? And none your foes, but such as shall pretendo Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. Malicious practices against his state :
K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
My lord, how say you ? are you not content?
Tal. Content, my liege? 'Yes; but that I am Fost. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from prevented, Calais,
I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd. To haste unto your coronation,
K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
him straight : Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason;
Td. Shame to the Juke of Burgundy, and thee! And what offence it is, to flout his friends.
(Plucking it off (Which I have done) because unworthily
Enter Vernon and Basset. Thou wast installed in that high degree.
Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign! Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:
Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat 100 Shis dastard, at the battle of Patay,
York. This is my servant; Hear him, noble When but in all I was six thousand strong,
prince! And that the French were almost ten to one, Som. And this is mine; Sweet Henry, favour him! Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
K. Hen. Be patient, lords ; and give them leave Like to a trusty 'squire, did run away;
to speak.In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim? Mysell, and divers gentlemen beside,
And wherefore crave you combat ? or with whoin! (1) Confirmed in opinion. (2) Rewarded. (6) i. e. In greatest extremities. 13) Design. (1) Mean, dastardly. (5) High. (7) Design. (8) Anticipated.
Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me My tender years; and let us not forego wrong.
That for a trile, that was bought with blooa ! Bas. And with him; for he hath done me Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. wrong.
I see no reason, if I wear this rose, K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you both
(Putting on u red rose complain?
That any one should thereforc be suspicious l'irst let me know, and then I'll answer you. I more incline to Somerset, than York:
Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France, Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both: This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, As well they inay upbraid me with my crown, Wpbraided me about the rose I wear;
Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. Saying—the sanguine colour of the leaves But your discretions better can persuade, Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, Than I am able to instruct or teach : When stubbornly he did repugn' the truth, And therefore, as we hither came in peace, About a certain question in the law,
So let us still continue peace and love. Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him; Cousin of York, we institute your grace With other vile and ignominious terms:
To be our regent in these parts of France : In confutation of which rude reproach,
And good my lord of Somerset, unite And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;I crave the benefit of law of arms.
And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord : Go cheerfully together, and digest For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit, Your angry choler on your enemies. To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest, Yct know, my lord, I was provok'd by him ; After some respite, will return to Calais; And he first took exceptions at this badge, From thence to England; where I hope ere long Pronouncing-that the paleness of this flower To be presented, by your victories, Bewray'da the faintness of my master's heart. With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout. York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? (Flourish. Exeunt King Henry, Glo. Som. Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York,
Win. Suf, and Basset. will out,
War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. Prettily, methought, did play the orator. K. Hen. Good Lord! what madness rules in York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, brain-sick men;
In that he wears the badge of Somerset. When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him not, Such factious emulations shall arise !
I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
York. And, if I wist, he did, -But let it rest; Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
Other affairs must now be managed. York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
(Exeunt York, Warwick, and Vernon And then your highness shall command a peace. Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
voice : Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. I fear, we should have seen decipher'd there Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd.
Glo. Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife! But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees And perish ye, with your audacious prate! This jarring discord of nobility, Presumptuous vassals ! are you not asham'd, This should'ring of each other in the court, With this immodest clamorous outrage
This factious bandying of their favourites, To trouble and disturb the king and us?
But that it doth presage some ill event. And you, my lords,-methinks, you do not well, 'Tis much,' when sceptres are in children's hands : To bear with their perverse objections;
But more, when envy breeds unkinds division; Much less, to take occasion from their mouths There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. (Ex. To raise a'mutiny betwixt yourselves; Let me persuade you take a better course.
SCENE II.-France. Before Bourdeaux. En Exe. It grieves his highness ;—Good my lords,
ter Talbot, with his forces. be friends. K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be com- Summon their general unto the wall.
Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter batants : Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, Trumpet sounds a parley.. Enter, on the walls Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause,
the General of the French forces, and others. And you, my lords,-remember where we are; English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, In France, amongst a fickle warering nation: Servant in arms to Harry king of England; If they perceive dissension in our looks,
And thus he would, Open your city gates, And that within ourselves we disagree,
Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd And do him homage as obedient subjects, To wilful disobedience, and rebel ?
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: Beside, what infamy will there arise,
But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace, When foreign princes shall be certified,
You tempt the fury of my three attendants, That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,
Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire, King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,
Who, in a moment, even with the earth Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France ? Shall’lay your stately and air-braving towers, O, think upon the conquest of my father, If you forsake the offer of their love.
Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, (1) Resist. (2) Betraved. (3) 'Tis strange, or wonderful.
14) Enmity. 15) Innatural.