And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive? and mark but this, for Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe? 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, 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, that hath reclaim'd To your obedience fifty fortresses, Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, Lets fall his sword before your Highness' feet; Grace. uncle That hath so long been resident in France? When I was young, (as yet I am not old,) Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts, 1 We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury; [Exeunt King HENRY, GLOSTER, TAL- 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, 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: Such as were grown to credit by the wars: K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st Be packing therefore, thon that wast a knight; |