GLO. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd his ftile? [Viewing the fuperfcription. No more but, plain and bluntly,—To the king? Hath he forgot, he is his fovereign ? Mov'd with compaffion of my country's wreck, Of fuch as your oppression feeds upon,— [Reads. And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France. O monftrous treachery! Can this be so ; That in alliance, amity, and oaths, There fhould be found fuch falfe diflembling guile?" K. HEN. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt? GLO. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe. K. HEN. Is that the worft, this letter doth contain ? GLO. It is the worft, and all, my lord, he writes. K. HEN. Why then, lord Talbot there fhall talk with And give him chaftifement for this abufe: My lord, how fay you? are you not content? [him, TAL. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am prevented, I fhould have begg'd I might have been employ'd. K. HEN. Then gather ftrength, and march unto him ftraight: Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treafon; And what offence it is, to flout his friends. TAL. I go, my lord; in heart defiring ftill, may behold confufion of your foes. You Enter VERNON and BASSET. [Exit. VER. Grant me the combat, gracious fovereign! BAS. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too! YORK. This is my fervant; Hear him, noble prince! Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim? ; VER. And that is my petition, noble lord: Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him ; YORK. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? SOM. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out, Though ne'er fo cunningly you fmother it. [fick men ; K. HEN. Good Lord! what madnefs rules in brain When, for fo flight and frivolous a cause, YORK. Let this diffention first be try'd by fight, YORK. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerfet. Much lefs, to take occafion from their mouths [friends. EXE. It grieves his highness; Good my lords, be K. HEN. Come hither, you that would be combatants : Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause. And you, my lords, remember where we are ; In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: If they perceive diffention in our looks, And that within ourselves we disagree, How will their grudging ftomachs be provok'd To wilful difobedience, and rebel? Befide, What infamy will there arise, When foreign princes fhall be certify'd, That, for a toy, a thing of no regard, King Henry's peers, and chief nobility, O, think That for a trifle, that was bought with blood! I see no reason, if I wear this rofe, [Putting on a red rofe. I more incline to Somerset, than York: Both are my kinfmen, and I love them both: Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot ;- Your angry choler on your enemies. Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest, After fome refpite, will return to Calais ; With Charles, Alençon, and that traiterous rout. WAR. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Prettily, methought, did play the orator. YORK. And fo he did; but yet I like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset. WAR. Tufh! that was but his fancy, blame him not; I dare prefume, fweet prince, he thought no harm. YORK. And, if I wift, he did,-But let it reft; Other affairs must now be managed. [Exeunt YORK, WARWICK, and VERNON. EXE. Well didft thou, Richard, to fupprefs thy voice: For, had the paffions of thy heart burst out, I fear, we should have seen decipher'd there But howfoe'er, no fimple man that fees This fhould'ring of each other in the court, But that it doth presage some ill event. 'Tis much, when fcepters are in children's hands; But more, when envy breeds unkind divifion; There comes the ruin, there begins confufion. SCENE II. France. Before Bourdeaux. Enter TALBOT, with his Forces. TAL. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter, Summon their general unto the wall. [Exit. Trumpet founds a parley. Enter on the walls the General of the French Forces, and Others. English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, |