ry,

Pity the city of London, pity us!

The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men,
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,

Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones;
And banding themselves in contrary parts,
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,
That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
Our windows are broke down in every street,
And we, for fear, compell'd to shut our shops.
Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers of GLOS
TER, and WINCHESTER, with bloody pates.
K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to
ourself,

To hold your slaughtering hands, and keep the peace.

Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. 1 Serv. Nay, if we be

Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. [Skirmish again. Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish Droil,

And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.

1 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a

man

Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
Inferior to none but his majesty:

And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
So kind a father of the commonweal,
To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, +
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight,
And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes.

2 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.

[Skirmish again.

Glo. Stay, stay, I say!
And if you love me, as you say you do,
Let me persuade you to forbear a while.

K. Hen. O how this discord doth affict my soul!

Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
Or who should study to prefer a peace,
If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
War. My lord protector, yield;-yield, Win-
chester ;-

Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,
To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm.
You see what mischief, and what murder too,
Hath been enacted through your emnity:
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield.
Glo. Compassion on the king commands me

stoop;

Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest
Should ever get that privilege of me.

War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke

Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
Why look you still so stern, and tragical?

Glo. Here, Winchester, 1 offer thee my hand. K. Hen. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach,

That malice was a great and grievons sin:
And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
But prove a chief offender in the same?
War. Sweet king -The bishop hath a kindly
gird.

For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; What, shall a child instruct you what to do? Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee;

Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give. Glo. Ay; but, I fear ine, with a hollow heart.

See here, my friends, and loving countrymen;
This token serveth for a flag of Luce,
Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
So help me God, as I dissemble not!
Win. So help me God, as I intend it not !

[Aside. K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster,

How joyful am I made by this contract !—
Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
But join in friendship, as your lords have
done.

1 Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's.
2 Serv. And so will I.

3 Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern affords. [Exeunt SERVANTS, MAYOR, &c.

War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sorereign;

Which, in the right of Richard Plantagenet,
We do exhibit to your majesty.

Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick ;-for,
sweet prince,

An if your grace mark every circumstance,
You have great reason to do Richard right:
Especially, for those occasions

At Elthain-place I told your majesty.

K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of
force :

Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,
That Richard be restored to his blood.

War. Let Richard be restored to his blond; So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd. Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winches

ter.

K. Hen. If Richard will be true, Lot that alone,

But all the whole inheritance I give,
That doth belong unto the house of York,
From whence you spring by lineal descent.

Plan. Thy hun.ble servant vows obedience,
And humble service, till the point of death.
K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against
my foot;

And, in reguerdon of that duty done,

I girt thee with the valiant sword of York:
Rise, Richard, like a true Plautagenet ;
And rise created princely duke of York.
Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy fees may

fall!

And as my duty springs so perish they
That grudge one thought against your majesty!
All. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke

of York!

Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York! (A side. Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty, To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France: The presence of a king engenders love Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends; As it disanimates his enemies.

K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king
Henry goes;

For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
[Exeunt all but EXETER.
Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or i
France,

Not seeing what is likely to ensue :
This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers,
Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,
And will at last break out into a flame :
As fester'd members rot but by degrees,
Till bones, and flesh, and sinews, fall away,
So will this base and envious discord breed.
And now I fear that fatal prophecy,

• Recompence.

SCENE II.-France.-Before Rouen.

Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, and SOLDIERS dressed like Countrymen, with Sacks upon. their Backs.

Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of
Rouen,

Through which our policy must make a breach:
Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,
That come to gather money for their corn.
If we have entrance, (as I hope we shall,)
And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
That Charles the Dauphin may encounter

them.

1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,

Knocka.

And we be lords and rulers over Rowen;
Therefore we'll knock.

Guard. Within.] Qui est là!
Pue. Paisans, pauires gens de France:
Poor market-folks, that come to sell their

com.

Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. İ [Opens the Gates. Pac. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.

[PUCELLE, &C. enter the City. Enter CHARLES, BASTARD of Orleans, ALENCox, and Forces.

Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem!

And once again we'll sleep secure in Roden Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and ber prac

tisants; •

Now she is there, how will she specify
Where is the best and safest passage in?

Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder

tower;

Alarum: Excursions. Enter from the Town, BEDFORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with TALEUT, BURGUNDY, and the E-glut Forces. Then, enter on the Walls, La PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENÇUa, and others.

Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye curn for bread!

I think the duke of Burgundy wil fast, Before be il bay again at sert a rate: 'Iwas full of dired: Do Eke the fate! Bur. Scoff ou, vile bend, and shantelcas courtezan!

I trest, ere war, to chear thee wach é se ma, And take thee carse the harvest of that turn. Caur. Your grace may starve, partage, wehre

that time.

ing is,

No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd. Enter La PECELLE on a Battlement: holding out a Torch burning.

Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch,

That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen:
But burning fatal to the Talbotites.

Bast. See, noble Charles the beacon of our friend,

The burning torch in yonder turret stands. Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes!

Alex. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends;

Enter, and cry-The Dauphin !-presently,
And then do execution on the watch.

[They enter.

Alarum. Enter TALEOT, and certain

English.

He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort,
Doth bat usurp the sacred name of knight.
Profaning this most honourable order;
And should (if I were worthy to be judge,)
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
K. Hen. Stain to thy countrynien ! thou hear'st
thy doom:

Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight:
Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.-
[Exit FASTOLFE.
And now, my lord protector, view the letter
Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy.
Glo. What means his grace, that he hath
chang'd his style!

[Viewing the superscription. No more but, plain and bluntly,-To the king? Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign ? Or doth this churlish superscription Pretend some alteration in good will? What's here?—I have, upon especial cause,[Reads. Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck,

Together with the pitiful complaints
Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
Forsaken your pernicious faction,
And join'd with Charles, the rightful king
of France.

[guile.

O monstrous treachery! Can this be so ;
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,
There should be found such false dissembling
K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy

revolt ?

When stubbornly he did repugu⚫ the truth,
About a certain question in the law,
Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him;
With other vile and ignominious terms:
In confutation of which rude reproach,
And in defence of my lord's worthinees,
I crave the benefit of law of arms.

Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord: For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit,

To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by bim;
And he first took exceptions at this badge,
Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be
left ?

Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out,

Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it
K. Hen. Good lord! what madness rules in
brain-sick men ;

When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
Such factious emulations shall arise!-
Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
York. Let this dissention first be tried by
fight,

And

then your highness shall command a peace. Som. The quarrel toucheth

alone;

none but

Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
York. There is my pledge: accept it, So-

strife!

And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
Presumptuous vassals! are you not asham'd,
With this immodest clamorous outrage
To trouble and disturb the king and us!
And you,

my lords, methinks, you do not well,

To bear with their perverse objections;
Much less to take occasion from their mouths
To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves :
Let me persuade you take a better course.
Exe. It grieves his highness;-Good my
lords; be friends.

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 dissention in our looks,
And that within ourselves we disagree,
How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd
To wilful disobedience, and rebel?
Beside, what infamy will there arise,
When foreign princes shall be certified,
That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,
King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,
Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of
France ?

O think upon the conquest of my father,
My tender years; and let us not forego
That for a trifle, that was bought with blood:
Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
I see no reason, if I wear this rose.

[Putting on a red Rose. That any one should therefore be suspicions

I more incline to Somerset than York:
Both are my kinsinen, and I love them both:
As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
Because forsooth the king of Scots is crown'd.
But your discretions better can persuade,
Than I am able to instruct or teach:
And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
So let us still continue peace and love.—