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War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that? SCENE I.-The same. The Parliament-House.
Is not his grace proiector to the king ? Flourish Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloster, Lest it be said, Speati, sirra), ulen you should;
Plan. Plantagenet, I see, nust hold his tonguc; Warwick, Somerset, and Suitólk; the Bishop of Niust your bold vérdici mter lalk with lords ? Winchester, Richard Plantagenet, and others. Eise vould I have a thing at M inches er. (Aside. Gloster offers to pruup a bill;' Winchester
K. Hlen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester, Snatches il, and tears it.
The special watchmen of our English wcal; Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines, I would prevail, it pravers might prevail, With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, To join your hearis in love and anity. Humphrey of Gloster ? If thou canst accuse, 0, what a scandal is it to our crown, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, That iwo such nuble peers as ve, should jar! Do it without invention suddenly;
Believe me, lords, my terdar years can tell, As I with sudden and extemporal speech
Cisil dissention is a viperous form, Purpose to answer what thou canst object. That gnaws the bouels of the commonwcalth. Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place commands (A noise within; Doun with the tawny coats ! my patience,
What tumuit's this? Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me.
An uproar, I dare warrant, Think noi, although in writing I preferr'd
Begun through malice of the bishop's men. The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
(A noise again; Stones! stones! That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
Enter the Mayor of London, atlended. No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, May. O, my good lords,—and virtuous Henry, Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Pity the city of London, pity us ! As very infants prattle of thy pride.
The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men, Thou art a most pernicibus usurer;
Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones; Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems Ard, banding themselves in contrary parts, A man of thy profession, and degree;
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, And for thy treachery, What's more manifest ; That many have their giddy brains inock'd out: In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
Our windows are broke down in every street, As well at London-bridge, as at the Tower ? And we, for fear, compell’d to shut our shops. Besides, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
Enter, skirmishing, the retainers of Gloster and From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
Winchester, with tloody pates. Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouchsafe K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to oursell, To give me hearing what I shall reply.
To hold your slaught'r ng hands, and keep the peace. If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strise. As he will have me, How am I so poor?
1 Serv. Nay, if we be Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling ? 2 Serr. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. And for dissention, Who preferreth peace
(Skirmish again. More than I do, except I be provok'd ?
Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
broil, It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke: And set this unaccustom'do fight aside. It is, because no one should sway but he ;
3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man No one, but he, should be about the king'; Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, And that engenders thunder in his breast,
Inferior to none, but his majesty :
So kind a father of the commonweal,
As good? To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, 3 Thou bastard of my grandfather!
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Win. Ay, lordly sir; For what are you, I pray, And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. But one imperious in another's throne?
1 Serr. Av, and the very parings of our nails Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. Win. And am I not a prelate of the church?
(Skirmish agarn. Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,
Stay, stay, I say! And useth it to patronage his thest.
And, if you love me, as you say you do, Win. Unreverent Gloster!
Let me persuade you to forbear a while. Glo.
Thou art reverent K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my Touching the spiritual function, not thy life.
soul! W in. This Rome shall remedy.
Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold War.
Roam thither then. Mv sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Sor. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Who should be pitiful, if you be not: War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. Or who should study to prefer a peace,
! Son. Methinks, my lord should be religious, And know the office that belongs to such.
War. My lord protector, yield ;-yield, Win. War. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler; chester ;It stteth not a prelate so to plead.
Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, Son Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so to slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. near.
You see what mischief, and what murder too, (1) i. e. Articles of accusation.
(3) This was a term of reproach towards men (2) Unscemly, indecent.
Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York!
Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends ;
K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king Hen-
ry goes ;
Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
all but Exeter. preach,
Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in
This late dissension grown betwixt the peers,
And will at last break out into a flame :
As fester'd members rot but by degrees, What, shall a child instruct you what to do? Till bones, and flesh, and sinews, fall away,
Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; So will this base and envious discord breed. Love for thy love, and hand for hand, I give. And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
Glo. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.- Which, in the name of Henry, nam'd the Fifth, See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ; Was in the mouth of every sucking babe, . This token serveth for a flag of truce,
That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all; Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers :
And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all : So help me God, as I dissemble not!
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish Win. So help me God, as I intend it not ! His days may finish ere that hapless time.
(Aside. K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster,
Before Rouen. Enter How joyful am I made by this contráct!
La Pucelle disguised, and Soldiers dressed like Away, my masters ! trouble us no more;
countrymen, with sacks upon their backs. But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen, 1 Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. Through which our policy must make a breach: 2 Serv.
And so will I. Take heed, be wary how you place your words ; 3 Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,
affords. (Exeunt Servants, Mayor, &-c. That come to gather money for their corn. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign; If we have entrance (as I hope we shall,) Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet And that we find the slothful watch but weak, We do exhibit to your majesty.
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick : for, sweet That Charles the dauphin may encounter them. prince,
1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, An if your grace mark every circumstance,
And we be lords and rulers over Rouen; You have great reason to do Richard right: Therefore we'll knock.
[Knocks. Especially, for those occasions
Guard. (Within.] Qui est là ? At Eltham-place I told your majesty.
Puc. Paissans, pauvres gens de France: K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. force :
Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung, Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,
(Opens the gates. That Richard be restored to his blood.
Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to War. Let Richard be restored to his blood;
[Pucelle, fci enter the cily. So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. Enter Charles, Bastard of Orleans, Alençon, and K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that alone,
forces. But all the whole inheritance I give,
Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem! That doth belong unto the house of York,
And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen. From whence vou spring by lineal descent.
Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants;' Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience, Now she is there, how will she specify And humble service, till the point of death. Where is the best and safest passage in ? K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against
Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower,
Which, once discern'd, shows, that hermearing is,
No way to that,* for weakness, which she enter'd.
Enter La Pucelle on a battlement: holding out a And rise created princely duke of York.
torch burning Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, fall!
That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen : And as my duty springs, so perish they
But burning fatal to the Talbotites. That grudge one thought against your majesty! Bast. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our Au. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of friend, York!
The burning torch in yonder turret stands, (1) Feels an emotion of kind remorse.
(3) Confederates in stratagems. 12) Recompense.
(4) i. e. No way equal to that
Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, And as his father here was conqueror; A prophet 10 the fall of all our foes !
As sure as in this late betrayed town alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous Great Ceur-de-lion's heart was buried; ends;
So sure I swear to get the town, or die. Enter, and cry-The Dauphin ;-presently,
Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. And then do execution on the watch. (They enter. Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
The valiant duke of Bedford :-Come, my lord, Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English.'
We will bestow you in some better place, Tel. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age. tears,
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen, Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, And will be partner of your weal, or wo. Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade That hardly we escap'd the pride of France.
(Exeunt to the tonon. Bed. Not to be gone from hence : for once I read Alarum : Excursions. Enter from the, loron, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes;
That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Bedford, brought in sick, in a chair, with
Tal- Methinks, I should
revive the soldier's hearts, bot, Burgundy, and the English forces. Then, Because I ever found them as myself. enter on the walls, La Pucelle, Charles, Bastard, Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!Alençon, and others.
Then be it so ;-Heavens keep old Bedford safe! Puc. Good morrow, gallants ! want ye corn for And now no inore ado, brave Burgundy, bread?
But gather we our forces out of hand, I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast
And set upon our boasting enemy. Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
(Ereunt Burgundy, Talbot, and forces, lease 'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste ?
ing Bedford, and others. Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless court
Marum: Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolfe I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,
and a Captain. And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Capt. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before haste ? that time.
Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight; Bed. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this We are like to have the overthrow again. treason!
Capt. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot ? Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard ? break Fast.
Ay, a lance,
All the Talbots in the world to save my life. (Exil. And run a tilt at death within a chair ?
Capt. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! Tal, Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
[Erit. Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours !
Retreat: Excursions. Enter from the town, La Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice a man hall dead ?
Pucelle, Alençon, Charles, &c.; and exeunt
flying. Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please; Puc. Are you so hot, sir ?---Yet, Pucelle, hold For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. thy peace;
What is the trust or strength of foolish man? If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.- They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,
[Talbot, and the rest, consult together. Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker ?
(Dies, and is carried off in his chair. Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the Alarum : Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and others.
This is a double honour, Burgundy :
Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Alen. Signior, no.
Thv noble deeds, as valour's monument. Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France! Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is PuLike peasant foot-bovs do they keep the walls,
celle now? And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. I think her old familiar is asleep:
Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls : Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.
gleeks? God be wi' you my lord! we came, sir, but to tell What, all a-mort ?' Rouen hangs her head for grief, you
That such a valiant company are fed. that we are here.
Now will we take some order in the town,
Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. (Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in France,) Tal. But vet, before we go, let's not forget Either to get the town again, or die :
The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, And I,-as sure as English Henry lives,
But see his exequiess fulfill'd in Rouen ; (1) Haunty power:
(4) Make some necessary dispositions, (21 Scoffs. (3) Quite dispirited. (5) Funeral rites.
A braver soldier never couched lance,
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! A gentler heart did never sway in court:
One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom, Bui kings, and mightiest potentates, must die; Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign For that's the end of human misery. (Exeunt.
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, SCENE. III.-The same. The plains near the And wash away thy country's stained spots!
city. Enter Charles, the Bastard, Alençon, La Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her Pucelle, and forces.
words, Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
Puc. Besides, all French' and France exclaims Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
on thee, For things that are not to be remedied.
Doubting thy birth and lawsul progeny: Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,
Who joii'st thou with, but with a lordly nation, And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
That will not trust thee, but for profil's suke; We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train,
When Talbot hath set footing once in France, Ir dauphin, and the rest, will be bu rul'd.
And fashion'd thee that instrument or ill, Char. Wc have been guided by thee hitherto,
Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, And of thy cunning had no diffiderce;
And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive ? One sudden soil shall never breed distrust.
Call we to mind,-and mark but this, for proof ;Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies,
Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe? And we will make the famous through the world. And was he not in England prisoner? Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place,
But, when they heard he was thine enemy, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint;
They set him free, without his ransom paid, Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends.
Puc. Then thus it must be ; this doth Joan devise ; See then! thou fight'st against thy countrymen, By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words,
And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-men. We will entice the duke of Burgundy
Come, come, return ; return, thou wand'ring lord, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.
Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty' words of France were no place for Henry's warriors;
hers Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, But be extirped' from our provinces.
And made me almost vield upon my knees.Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd from Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! France,
And lords, accept this hearly kind embrace: And not have title to an earldom here.
My forces and my power of men are yours ;Puc. Your honours shall perceive bow I will work So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer irust thee. To bring this matter to the wished enu.
Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn (Drums heard.
again! Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive
Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward,
makes us fresh.
Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. An English march. Enter, and pass over al a
Alen. Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this,
And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
And seek how we may prejudice the foe. A French march. Enter the Duke of Burgundy
(Ere. and forces.
SCENE IV.-Paris. A room in the palace. Now in the rearvvard, comes the duke and his ;
Enter King Henry, Gloster, and other Lords, Fortune, in favour, makes him laz behind.
Vernon, Basset, fic. To them Talbot, and some Summon a parley, we will talk with him.
of his officers.
[.A parley sounded. Tal. My gracious prince,—and honourable Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.
peers, Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy ? Hearing of your arrival in this realm, Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy coun- I have a while given truce unto my wars, trvman.
To do my duty to my sorereign: Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am march- In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd ing hence.
To vour obedience fifty fortresses,
Besides five hundred prisoners of esteem,-
Biir. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,
country, look on fertile France, First to my God, and next unto vour grace. And see the cities and the towns defac'd
K. Hen: Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, By wasting ruin of the cruel foc!
That haih so long been resident in France ? As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
Glo. Yes, is it please your majesty, my liege.
A stouter champion never handled 'sword.
Long since we were resolved' of your truth, Were there surpris’d, and taken prisoners. Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Then judye, great lords, if I have done amiss; Yet never have you tasted our reward,
Or whether that such cowards ought to wear Or been reguerdon'd: with so much as thanks, This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. Because till now we never saw your face:
Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, Therefo.s, stand up; and, for these good deserts, And ill bescerning any common man; We herc create you earl of Shrewsbury;
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. And in our coronation take your place.
Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, (Excunt King Henry, Gloster, Talbot, and Knights of the garter were of noble birth; Nobles.
Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage, Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Such as were grown to credit by the wars; Disgracing of these colours that I wear
Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, In honour of my noble lord of York,
But always resolute in most extremes. Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak’st? He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort,
Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, The envious barking of your saucy tongue Profaning this most honourable order; Against my lord the duke of.Somerset.
And should (if I were worthy to be judge,) Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
Be quite degraded like a hedge-born swain Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. Thai doth presume to boast of gentle blood. Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness take ye that. K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st
(Strikes him. thy doom : Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms is such, Be packing therefore, thou that was a knight; Thal, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
(Exit Fastolfe. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
And now, my lord protector, view the letter I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy. When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. Glo. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
his style ? [Vieroing the superscription. And, after, meet you sooner than you would. No more but, plain and bluntly,- To the king ?
(Exeunt. Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign?
Or doth this churlish superscription
Pretend’ some alteration in good will ?
(Reads. SCENE I.-The same. A room of state. Enter Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck,
King Henry, Gloster, Exeter, York, Suffolk, Together with the pitiful complaints
Forsaken your pernicious faction,
And join'd with Charles, the rightfull king of Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,
K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt? That you elect no other king but him:
Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe. Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends; K. Hen. Is that the worst, this letterdoth contain? And none your foes, but such as shall pretend' Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. Malicious practices against his state :
K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
My lord, how say you ? are you not content?
Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from prevented, Calais,
I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd. To haste unto your coronation,
K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
him straight: Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason;
Tal. Shame to the luke of Burgundy, and thce! And what offence it is, to flout his friends.
You may behold confusion of your foes. (Eril,
[Plucking it off. Which I have done) because unworthily
Enter Vernon and Basset. Thou wast installed in that high degree.
Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign ! Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:
Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too! This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
York. This is my servant; Hear him, noble When but in all I was six thousand strong,
prince! And that the French were almost ten to one, Som. And this is mine ; Sweet Henry, favour him! Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them leave Like to a trusty 'squire, did run away;
to speak.In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; Sav, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim ? Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,
And wherefore crave you combat ? or with whom ? (1) Confirmed in opinion. (2) Rewarded.
(6) i. e. In greatest extremities. (3) Design (4) Mean, dastardly. (5) High. (7) Design. (8). Anticipated