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Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!— Then be it so :-Heavens keep old Bedford safe!

And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
But gather we our forces out of hand,
And set upon our boasting enemy.

[Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces,
leaving BEDFORD, and others.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter Sir JOHN FAS-

Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such

And of thy cunning had no diffidence ;
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, And we will make thee famous through the world.

Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:

Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight;

We are like to have the overthrow again.

France were no place for Henry's warriors;
Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Tal- Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
But be extirped from our provinces.
Fast. Ay,

Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd + from

All the Talbots in the world to save my life.

And not have title to an earldom here.
Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will
To bring this matter to the wished end.
Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive
[Drums heard.
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
An English March. Enter, and pass ever

at a distance, TALBOT, and his Forces. There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread; And all the troops of English after him.


Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! [Exit.

Retreat: Excursions. Enter from the Town,
Exeunt, flying.

Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven

For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.

[Dies, and is carried off in his Chair. Alarum: Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and


Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
This is a double honour, Burgundy :
Yet, heavens have glory for this victory!

Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects
Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument.

Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pu-
celle now?

I think, her old familiar is asleep:
Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles
bis gleeks? *
What, all a-mort?+ Rouen hangs her head for

That such a valiant company are fled.
Now will we take some order in the town,
Placing therein some expert officers;
And then depart to Paris, to the king;
For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies.
Bur. What wills ford Talbot, pleaseth Bur-

Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget
The noble dike of Bedford, late deceas'd,
But see his exequies $ fulfill'd in Rouen;
A braver soldier never couched lance;
A gentler heart did never sway in court:
But kings and mightiest potentates must die;
For that's the end of human misery.


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By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words,
We will entice the duke of Burgundy
To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do

A French March. Enter, the duke of BUR

GUNDY and Forces.

Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and
Fortune, in favour, make him lag behind.
Summon a parley, we will talk with him.
[A Parley sounded.
Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.
Bur. Who craves a parley with the Bur-

Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy

Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for Im
marching hence.
Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with
thy words.

Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of

Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile

And see the cities and the towns defac'd
By wasting ruin of the cruel foe !
As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
See, see, the pining malady of France;
Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thou thyself hast given her woeful breast!
O turn thy edged sword another way;

Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that
One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's
Should grieve thee more than streams of foreiga


Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,
And wash away thy country's stained spots!
Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her

Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims
on thee,
Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly ha-

When Talbot hath set footing once in France,
That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake?
And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
Who then but English Henry, will be lord,

Rooted out.

† Expellid.

Scene IV.

And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive? Call we to mind,-and mark but this, for proof ;


Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
And was he not in England prisoner ?
But, when they heard he was thine enemy,
They set him free, without his ransom paid,
In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends.
See then! thou fight'st against thy countrymen,
And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-


Come, coine, return; return, thou wand'ring lord;

Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their


Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty words of her's


Dar'st thou maintain the former words thon spak'st?

Bast. Yes, Sir; as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your sancy 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

Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye
[Strikes him.
Bas. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is

That who so draws a sword, 'tis present death;
Or else this blow should broach thy dearest

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
And made me almost yield upon my knees.-
Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen !
And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
My forces and my power of men are your's;-
So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
Puc. Done like a Frenchman, turu, and turn

Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.

Bast. And doth beget new courage in our


Alen. Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this,

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

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

Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
I have a while given truce unto my wars,
To do my duty to my sovereign :
In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd
To your obedience fifty fortresses,
seven walled
Twelve cities, and

And, after, meet you sooner than you would.



Disgracing of these colours, that I wear is bonour of my noble lord of York,


strength, Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,-Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; And, with submissive loyalty of heart, A scribes the glory of his conquest got, First to my God, and next unto your grace.

K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Glos ter, That hath so long been resident in France? Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.

Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,--[GOVERNOR kneels. That you elect no other king but him: Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends;

K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victo-
rious lord!
When I was young, (as yet I am not old,)
I do remember how my father said,
A stouter champion never handled sword.
Long since we were resolved of your truth,
Your faithful service, and your toil in war;
Yet never have you tasted our reward,
Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
Because till now we never saw your face :
Therefore, stand up; and, for these good de-

Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.

Win. God save king Henry, of that name the sixth !

towns of To haste unto your coronation,
A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

And none your foes, but such as shali pretend ⚫
Malicious practices against his state:

This shall ye do, so help you righteous God !
[Exeunt Gov. and his Train.

serts, Webere create you earl of Shrewsbury; And in our coronation take your place. [Exeunt King HENRY, GLOSTER, TALBOT,

+ Confirmed in opinion. t Rewarded.

and Nobles.

er. Now, Sir, to you, that were so hot at



Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,

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,
When but in all I was six thousand strong,
And that the French were almost ten to one,
Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
Like to a trusty squire, did run away;
In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,
Were there supris'd, and taken prisoners.
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
This ornament of kuighthood, 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

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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, thon that wast a knight:
Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.-
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,—
Mov'd with compassion of my country's

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.

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

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 worthiness,
I crave the benefit of law of arms.

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

To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him;
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

Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe.

K. Hen. Is that the worst this letter doth contain ?

Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.

K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk with him,

And give him chastisement for this abuse ;-
My lord, how say you? are not you content?

Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am
prevented, +

I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.


Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious

reign !

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

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
Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our

Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.—
And you, my lords,-remember where we are;
sove-In France, amongst a fickle wavering vation :
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 ?

K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto him straight : Let him perceive, how ill we brook his trea


And what offence it is, to flout his friends.
Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still,
You may behold confusion of your foes. [Exit.

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, aud be at peace.
York. Let this dissention first be tried by


then your highness shall command a
Som. The quarrel toucheth none but as

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


Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat


York. This is my servant: Hear him, noble
Som. And this is mine: Sweet Henry, favour


This fellow here with envious carping tongue,
Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
Saying the sanguine colour of the leaves
Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
• Design.
↑ Anticipated.

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

K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them
leave to speak.-

Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
And wherefore crave you combat? or with
Ver. With him my lord; for he hath done

me wrong.

Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me


K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you
both complain?
First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
Bas. Crossing the sea from England into


Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
Bas. Confirm it so, miue honourable lord.
Glo. Confirm it so! Confounded
be your


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.
more incline to Somerset than York:
That any one should therefore be suspicious
Both are my kinsmen, 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.—
+ Betrayed.

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Scene II.

To wall thee from the liberty of flight:

Cousin of York, we institute your grace
To be our regent in these parts of France :-
And good my lord of Somerset, mite

Your troops of horsemen with his bands


And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
But death doth front thee with apparent spoil,
Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacra-
And pale destruction meets thee in the face.

And, like true subjects, sons of your progeni-

To rive their dangerous artillery

Go cheerfully together, and digest

Your angry choler on your enemies.
Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest,
After some respite, will return to Calais;

Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant

Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit:

To be presented, by your victories,
With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous

That 1, thy enemy, due thee withal;
From thence to England; where I hope ere This is the latest glory of thy praise,
For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
Finish the process of his sandy hour,
Drum affar off.
Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, aud dead.
Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning


[Flourish Exeunt King HENRY, GLO. SOM.
War. My lord of York, I promise you, the

Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
York. And so he did; but yet I like it not,
In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
Wor. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame
him not:


Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
And mine shal! ring thy dire departure out.

[Exeunt GENERAL, &c. from the Walls.
Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;-
Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their

I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no

O negligent and heedless discipline!

York. And if I wist he did,-But let


Other affairs must now be managed.

Exe. Well didst thou, Richard to suppress
thy voice:

A little herd of England's timorous deer,
How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale ;
Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs!
If we be English deer, be then in blood : +
But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags
For rascal-like, ‡ to fall-down with a pinch;
Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of

For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
I fear we should have seen decipher'd there,
More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd.
But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
This jarring discord of nobility,
This should'ring of each other in the court,
This factious bandying of their favourites,
But that it doth presage some ill event.
'Tis much, when sceptres are in children's
But more, when envy breeds unkind divi-
There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.
SCENE II.-France.-Before Bourdeaux.
Enter TALBOT with his Forces.

Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trum-That
Sammon their general unto the
Trumpet sounds a Parley.

Enter, on the
Walls, the GENERAL of the French Forces,
and others.
English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
Servant in arms to Harry king of England;
And thus he would,--Open your city gates,
Be humble to us; call my sovereign your's,
And do him homage as obedient subjects,
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
Fut, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing

• Tis strange, or wonderful.
¡ Unnatural.
+ Enauty.

Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
And they shall find dear deer of us, my

God and Saint George! Talbot and England's

Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!

SCENE 111.-Plains in Gascony. Enter YORK, with Forces; to him a MusSENGER.

York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd
That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
Mess. They are return'd, my lord; and give

Who, in a moment, even with the earth
Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
If ya forsake the offer of their love.

Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
ar nation's terror, and their bloody scourge !
The period of thy tyranny approacheth.


as thou canst not enter, but by death: .
For, I protest, we are well fortified,
And strong enough to issue out and fight:
I then retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,'
Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,

it out,

he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,

To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,
By your espials were discovered

Which join'd with him, and made their march
Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led;
for Bourdeaux.

York. A plague upon that villain Somerset ;
That thus delays my promised supply
Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege !
Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;
And I am lowted by a traitor villain,
And cannot help the noble chevalier :
God comfort him in this necessity!
If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.


Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English


Never so needful on the earth of France,
Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot;
Who now is girdled with a waist of iron,
And hemm'd about with grim destruction:
To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux,
York !
Else, farewell, Talbot, France, and England's
York. O God! that Somerset-who in proud

Ta high spirt.
Endue, honour.
A rascal deer is the term of chase for lean poor deer,
| Vanquished, baffled.


Doth stop my cornets were in Talbot's place!
So should we save a valiant gentleman,
By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep,
That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
Lucy. O send some succour to the distress'd
lord !

York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word: We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;

All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.

Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul!

Som. York set him on, York should have sent him aid.

Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims:

And on his son, young John; whom two hours since,

I met in travel toward his warlike father!
This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
And now they meet where both their lives are

York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have,

To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of

Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,
But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.-
Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won

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Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
Collected for this expedition.

Som. York lies; he might have sent and bad the horse:

I owe him little duty, and less love;

And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending.

Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of France,

Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
Never to England shall he bear his life;
But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
Som. Come, go: I will despatch the horse-
men straight :

Within six hours they will be at his aid. Lucy. Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en, or slain :

For fly he could not, if he would have fled: And fly would Talbot never, though he might. Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu! Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in you. [Exeunt. SCENE V.-The English Camp, near Bourdeaux.

Enter TALBOT and JOHN his Son.

Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for
To tutor thee in stratagems of war;
That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd,
When sapless age, and weak unable limbs,
Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!
Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
A terrible and unavoided + danger :
Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest
And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
By sudden flight come, dally not, be gone.
John. Is my name Talbot? and am I your

And shall I tly? Oh! if you love my mother,
Dishonour not her honourable name,
To make a bastard aud a slave of me :
The world will say-He is not Talbot's blood,
That basely fled, when noble Talbot stood.

Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.
John. He that flies so, will ne'er return


Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to
John. Then let me stay; and, father, de
you fly:

Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
Upon my death the French can little boast;
In your's they will, in you all hopes are lost.
Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
But mine it will, that no exploit have done :
You fled for vantage every one will swear;
But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
There is no hope that ever I will stay,
If, the first hour, I shrink and run away.
Here, on my knee, I beg mortality,
Rather than life preserv'd with infamy.

Tul. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?

John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's


Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. John. To fight I will, but not to fly the for. Tal. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. Jahn. No part of him, but will be shame in


Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst Get lose it.

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