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War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that?
Is not his grace protector to the king ? SCENE I.-The same. The Parliament House. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloster, Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should,
Plan. Plantagenet, I see, muust hold his tongue ;
I Warwick, Somerset, and Suffolk; the Bishop of Must your boll verdict enter talk with lords? Winchester, Richard Plantagenet, and others. Else would I have a fling at Winchester. (Aside. Gloster offers to put up a bill ,l Winchester
K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester, snatches it, and tears it.
The special watchmen of our English weal;
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell,
What tumult's this? Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me. War.
An uproar, I dare warrant, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd Begun through malice of the bishop's men. The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
(A noise again; Stones ! stones! That therefore I bave forg'd, or am not able Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
Enter the Mayor of London, attended. No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, May. O, my good lords,--and virtuous Henry, Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Pity the city of London, pity us! As very infants prattle of thy pride.
The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men, Thou art a most pernicious usurer;
Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones ; Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems And, banding themselves in contráry parts, A man of thy profession, and degree;
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, And for thy treachery, What's more manifest; That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life, Our windows are broke down in every street, As well at London-bridge, as at the Tower? And we, for fear, compellid to shut our shops. Besides, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
Enter, skirmishing, the retainers of Gloster and From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
Winchester, with bloody pates. Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouchsafe K. Hen. Wecharge you, on allegiance to ourself, To give me hearing what I shall reply.
To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace. If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. As he will bave me, How am I so poor?
1 Serv. Nay, if we be Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling? 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. And for dissension, Who preferreth peace
(Skirmish again. More than I do, except I be provok'd?
Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
broil, It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke : And set this unaccustom'd2 fight aside. It is, because no one should sway but he;
3 Sery. My lord, we know your grace to be a man No one, but he, should be about the king; Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, And that engenders thunder in his breast, Inferior to none, but his majesty : And makes him roar these accusations forth. And ere that we will suffer such a prince, But he shall know, I am as good
So kind a father of the commonweal, Glo.
As good? ||To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, Thou bastard of my grandfather!
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Win. Ay, lordly sir : For wbat are you, I pray, And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. But one imperious in another's throne ?
1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. Win. And am I not a prelate of the church?
(Skirmish again. Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,
Stay, stay, I say! And useth it to patronage his theft.
And, if you love me, as you say you do, Win. Unreverent Gloster!
Let me persuade you to forbear a while. Glo.
Thou art reverent K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
soul Win. This Romne shall remedy.
Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
Roam thither then. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Som My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Who should be pitiful, if you be not? War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. Or who should study to prefer a peace,
Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? And know the office that belongs to such.
War. My lord protector, yield ;-yield, WinWar. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler ; chester; It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, Som. Yes, when bis holy state is touch'd so to slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. near.
You see what mischief, and what murder too, (1) i. e. Articles of accusation.
(3) This was a term of reproach towards men (2) Unseemly, indecent.
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 :
Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends ;
K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king Hen. As by his smoothed brows it doth
ry goes ; Why look you still so stern, and tragical? For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee
hand. Glo. Your ships already are in readiness. K. Hen. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you
(Eveunt 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,
And will at last break out into a flame: For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; As fester'd members rot but by degrees, What, shall a child instruct you what to do? 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 time of Henry, nam'd the Fifth, See here, my friends, and loving countrymen; Was in the mouth of every ucking 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. (Ezit.
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 Roven,
1 Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. Through which our policy must make a breach : 2 Serv.
And so will I. || 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. (Ereunt 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 slothful 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 Roüen; 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. Paisans, 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, Roïen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to War. Let Richard be restored to his blood;
the ground. (Pucelle, &c. enter the city. So shall bis 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!
Plan. Thy humble servant vow. obedience, Now she is there, how will she specify
Which once discern'd, shows, that her meaning is.--And, in reguerdon2 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 a
torch burning. And rise created princely duke of York. Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy fues 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 All. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of friend, York !
The burning torch in yonder turret stands. (1) Feels an emotion of kind remorse.
(3) Confederates in stratagems. (2) Recompense.
(4) i. e. No way equal to that.
Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
And as his father here was conqueror; A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
As sure as in this late betrayed town Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous Great Caur-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 vows. And then do execution on the watch. (They enter. Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English. We will bestow you in some better place,
The valiant duke of Bedford :-Come, my lord, Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy Fitter for
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, Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade That hardly we escap'd the pridel of France.
(Exeunt to the town. Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read Alarum: Excursions. Enter from the town, | That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,
Bedford, brought in sick, in a chair, with Tal-Came to the field, and vanquished his foes : bot, Burgundy, and the English forces. Then, Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, enter on the walls, La Pucelle, Charles, Bastard, || Because I ever found them as myself. Alençon, and others.
Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast !
Then be it so:—Heavens keep old Bedford safe!-Puc. 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, leav'Twas full of damel; Do you like the taste?
ing Bedford, and others. Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless court
Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolfe, I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,
and a Captain. And make thee curse the harvest of that com. 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. O, 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 Fast.
Ay, a lance,
All the Talbots in the world to save my life. (Erit. And run 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. Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours !
Retreat : Excursions. Enter from the town, La Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
Pucelle, Alençon, Charles, &c.; and exeunt, And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
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 fain by flight to save themselves. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
(Dies, and is carried off in his chair. 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 erects Alen Signior, no.
Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France ! Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is PuLike peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,
celle now? And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. I think, ber old familiar is asleep:
Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls; Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks. –
gleeks 2 God be wi' you, my lord! we came, sir, but to tell what, all a-mort 3 Roüen hangs her head for grief, you
That such a valiant company are fled.
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 exequiess fulfill'd in Roüen; (1) Haughty power.
(4) Make some necessary dispositions. (2) Scofis. (3) Quite dispirited. (5) Funeral rites.
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 foreign For that's the end of human misery. (Exeunt.
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, SCENE 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 Rouen is so recovered:
Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
on thee, For things that are not to be remedied.
Doubting 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, If dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul'd. 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?
Bast Search out thy wit for secret policies, Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, But, when they heard he was thine enemy,
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-meu. 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 haughtye 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’da from Forgive 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 play'd her part in this, distance, 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 after him.
powers; A French march. Enter the Duke of Burgundy
And seek how we may prejudice the foe. (Exe. and forces.
SCENE IV.-Paris. A room in 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, fc. 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, tryman.
To do my duty to my sovereign : Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd marching 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; Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. And, with submissive loyalty of heart,
Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,
Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, First to my God, and next unto your grace. And see the cities and the towns defac'd
K. Hen Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, 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, mny 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 1 of your truth, Were there surpris'd, and taken prisoners.
Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous,
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.
Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, (Ereunt King Henry, Gloster, Talbot, and || Knights of the garter were of noble birth ;' Nobles.
Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty 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 6 Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'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 presurne to boast of gentle blood. Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that. K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st
thy doom : Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms is such, Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight; That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death : Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death. ---Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood
[Exit 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? (Viewing the superscription. And, aster, 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
What's here?--I have, upon especial cause,
(Reads. SCENE I.-The same. A room of state. Enter
Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck, King Henry, Gloster, Exeter, York, Suffolk,
Together with the pitiful complaints Somerset, Winchester, Warwick, Talbot, the
of such as your oppression feeds upon, Governor of Paris, and others.
Forsaken your pernicious faction,
And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,
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. Esteern 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 pretenda 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 Fast. My gracijus sovereign, as I rode from
I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
I To haste unto your coronation,
K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march into A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
him straight : Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee! And what offence it is, to flout his friends.
Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason ; I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next, To tear the garter from thy craven’s4 leg,
Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still,
(Exit. You may behold confusion of your foes.
(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 too! This 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 Jn which assault we lost twelve hundred men; Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim? Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,
And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom? (1) Confirmed in opinion. (2) Rewarded. (6) i. e. In greatest extremities. 13) Design. (4) Mean, dastardly. (5) High. (7) Design. (8) Anticipated