HENRY France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! Dauphin, command the citizens make boufires, When they shall hear how we have play'd the is won; For which, I will divide my crown with her : [Flourish. Exeunt. Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Tal. Lord regent, and redoubted Burgundy, Bed. Coward of France!-how much Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, he But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure? Tal. A maid, they say. Bett. A maid! and be so martial! together: better far, I guess, Bur. And I to this. Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave. Now Salisbury I for thee, and for the right [The English scale the Walls, crying St. Sent. [Within.] Arm, arm! the enemy doth The French leap over the Walls in their Alen. How now, my lords? what, all un- Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well. Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds, Hearing alarums at our chamber doors, Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous, or desperate than this. hell. Reig. If not of hell, the heavens sure favour bim. Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, how he sped. Enter CHARLES, and LA PUCELLE. Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, That now our loss might be ten times so much? his friend? At all times will you have my power alike? Or will you blame and lay the fault on me ?— This sudden mischief never could have fall'n. That, being captain of the watch to-night, As that whereof I had the government, We had not been thus shamefully surpriz❜d. Reig. And so was mine, my lord. Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night, Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere I was employ'd in passing to and fro, Rhodope, a famous strumpet, built one of the pyra-To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd, mds from the profits of her trade. When Alex And lay new platforms to endamage them. ander took Gaza, he found an exceeding rich and beauful casket, in which he ordered to be placed a copy of Homer's Iliad. The same as guard-room." Alarum. Enter an English SOLDIER, crying,|I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. a Talbot! a Talbot They fly, leaving Come bither, captain. [Whispers.]—You per their Clothes behind. SCENE II.-Orleans.—Within the Town. Enter TALBOT, Bedford, BURGUNDY, a CAPTAIN, and others. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. And, that hereafter ages may behold A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr’d : I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace; Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began, Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, They did, amongst the troops of armed men, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night,) Am sure I scar'd the Dauphin and his trull; When arm in arm they both came swiftly runLike to a pair of loving turtle-doves, [uing, That could not live asunder day or night. After that things are set in order here, We'll follow them wtih all the power we have. ceive my mind. Count. Is this this the scourge of France i Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, That with his name the mothers still their babes ? I see, report is fabulous and false: I thought, I should have seen some Hercules, shrimp But, since your ladyship is not at leisure, Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, I go to certify her Talbot's here. Re-enter PORTER, with Keys. Fount. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Tal. Prisoner to whom? Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord; And for that cause I trai'd thee to my house. Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, For in my gallery thy picture haugs: But now the substance shall endure the like; And I will chat these legs and arms of thine, That hast by tyrauuy, these many years, Wasted our country, slain our citizens, And sent our sons and husbands captivate. Tal. Ha, ha, ha! Count. Laughest thon, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan. Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow, Whereon to practise your severity. Count. Then have I substance too. Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceiv'd, my substance is not bere; For what you see, is but the smallest part And least proportion of humanity: I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, ↑ Wrinkled. 2 Foolish. • For opinion. It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I bave pleaded truth, Count. This is a riddling merchant for the From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. nonce; " He will be here, and yet he is not here: Tul. That will i show you presently. He winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a Peal of Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Saldiers. How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, strength, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks, Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse: I did not entertain thee as thou art. Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor mis construe The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake But only (with your patience,) that we may Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have: For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured To feast so great a warrior in my house. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-London.-The Temple Garden. Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another LAWYER. Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means this silence? Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no But dare maintain the party of the truth, Of base insinuating flattery, I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet: Sup. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset ; And say withal, I think he held the right. Till you conclude-that he, upon whose side If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; Lest bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Aud fall on my side so against your will. Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, The argument you held, was wrong in yon; ment ? Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, Shall die your white rose in a bloody red. Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit our roses; For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Suf. Within the temple hall we were too The truth on our side. loud; Som. No, Plantagenet, 'Tis not for fear; but anger,-that thy cheeks. Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses : And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ! Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet 1 Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth; Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleed ing roses, That shall maintain what I have said is true, hand, I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. Somerset ; His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, Tints and deceits: a play on the word. + Justly proposed. 1 I. c. Those who have no right to arma Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, * Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my words On any plot of ground in Christendom: Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent : Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning grief; And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground:— Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cam-Yet are these feet whose strengthless stay is bridge, For treason executed in our late king's days? [Exit. Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambitious Richard. [Exit. Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce endure it ! War. This blot, that they object against your house, Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, A thousand souls to death and deadly night. Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you, That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.- And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death, numb, Unable to support this lump of clay,` come : We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. Depriv'd of honour and inheritance: Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET. 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is Among which terms he used his lavish tongue, And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth, Plan. Discover more at large what cause that For I am ignorant, and cannot guess. was; Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, And death approach not ere my tale be done. These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne: spent, The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Was for that (young king Richard thus remov'd, Leaving no heir begotten of his body,) • Lately-despised. was the next by birth and parentage; For by my mother 1 derived am From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son Bat mark; as, in this haughty⚫ great attempt, last. Mor. True; and thou seest that I no issue And that any fainting words do warrant death: Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me: Bat yet, methinks, my father's execution Mar. With silence, nephew, be thou politic; With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place com- Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me. Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouch- To give me hearing what I shall reply, As princes do their courts, when they are More than I do, except I be provok'd? cloy'd With long continuance in a settled place. years Might but redeem the passage of your age; Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. And so farewell:† and fair be all thy hopes ! Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, [Exeunt KEEPERS, bearing out MORTIMER. АСТ 111. [Exit. SCENE 1.-The same.-The Parliamenthouse. Flourish. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, Gloster, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUF POLK; the Bishop of WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOSTER offers to put up a Bill; WINCHESTER Snatches it, and tears it. No, my good lords, it is not that offends; Thon bastard of my grandfather !- Win. Ay, loudly Sir; For what are you, I But one imperious in another's throne? Win. Unreverent Gloster! Glo. Thou art reverent, Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life. War. Roam thither then. Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near. War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of Is not his grace protector to the king? Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords! [Aside. K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster and of Winches The special watchmen of our English weal; Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated what a scandal is it to our crown, lines, That two such noble peers as ye should jar ! |