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my foot :
War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. 1 So shall his father's wrongs be recompens’d.
(Opens the gates. Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that alone,
ground. (PUCELLE, fc. enter the city. But all the whole inherimnce I give, That doth belong unto the house of York,
Enter CHARLES, Bastard of Orleans, Alenços, ana
Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem! And humble service, till the point of death.
And once again we'll sleep secure in Roüen. X. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against Now she is there, how will she specify
Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants; And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
Where is the best and safest passage in ? I girt thee with the valiant sword of York:
Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet ;
Which, once discern'd, shows, that her meaning isAnd rise created princely duke of York.
No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd. Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may Enter La Pucelle on a battlement : holding out a fall!
torch burning. And as my duty springs, so perish they 1 That grudge one thought against your majesty!
Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, Al. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of But burning fatal to the Talbotites
That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen;
Bast. See, noble Charles ! the beacon of our friend, [Aside.
Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty,
A prophet to the fall of all our foes! To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France :
Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends; The presence of a king engenders love
Enter, and cry - The Dauphin ! - presently, Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends ;
And then do execution on the watch. (They enter. As it disanimates his enemies. X. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king Atarums. · Enter Talbot, and certain English. Henry goes ;
Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
tears, Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
If Talbot but survive thy treachery. (Ereunt all but EXETER. Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, Exc. Ayé, we may march in England, or in Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, France,
That hardly we escap'd the pride of France. Not seeing what is likely to ensué :
[Ereunt to the town. This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,
Alarum : Excursions. Enter, from the town, BEDAnd will at last break out into a flame:
FORD, brought in sick, in a chair, neith Talbot, As fester'd members rot but by degrees,
BURGUNDY, and the English Forces. Then, enter Till bones, and flesh, and sinews, fall away.
on the walls, La PUCELLE, CHARLES, Bastard, So will this base and envious discord breed.
ALENçon, and others. And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
Puc. Good morrow, gallants ! want ye corn for Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth,
bread ? Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,
I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast, That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all; Before he'll buy again at such a rate : And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all : 'Twas full of darnel ; Do you like the taste ? Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish
Bur. Scoffon, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan! His days may finish ere that hapless time. [Èxit. I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,
And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. SCENE II. - France. Before Roüen. Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that
time. Enter La PUCELLE disguised, and Soldiers dressed
Bed. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this like Countrymen, with sacks upon their backs.
treason ! Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen, Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard ? break Through which our policy must make a breach :
a lance, Take heed, be wary how you place your words ; And run a tilt at death within a chair? Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,
Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, That come to gather money for their corn. Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours ! If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we shall,) Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And that we find the slothful watch but weak, And twit with cowardice a man half dead? I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. Or else let Talbot perish with this shanie. 1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the Puc. Are you so hot, sir? - Yet, Pucelle, kold city,
thy peace; And we be lords and rulers over Roüen;
If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. Therefore we'll knock.
[Talbot, and the rest, consult together, Guard. (Within.] Qui est là ?
God speed the
parliament! who shall be the speaker Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France :
Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn.
Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours, or no.
Alarum : Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and others. Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecaté,
Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest ;
This is a double honour, Burgundy: Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Yet, heavens have glory for this victory! dlen. Signior, no.
Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Tal. Signior, hang ! - base muleteers of France ! Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls;
now? For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks. I think, her old familiar is asleep : God be wi' you, my lord ! we came, sir, but to tell Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his you
gleeks? That we are here.
What, all A-mort? Roüen hangs her head for grief, (Exeunt La Pucelle, fc. from the walls. That such a valiant company are fled. Tel. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Now will we take some order in the town, Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!- Placing therein some expert officers ; Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
And then depart to Paris, to the king; (Prick'd on by publick wrongs, sustain’d in France,) For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies. Either to get the town again, or die :
Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. And I, -as sure as English Henry lives,
Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget And as his father here was conqueror;
The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, As sure as in this late-betrayed town
But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen; Great Caur-de-lion's heart was buried ;
A braver soldier never couched lance, So sure I swear, to get the town, or die.
A gentler heart did never sway in court : Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. But kings, and mightiest potentates, must die; Tal. But
, ere we go, regard this dying prince, For that's the end of human misery, [Exeunt. The valiant duke of Bedford : - Come, my lord, We will bestow you in some better place,
SCENE III.-The same. The Plains near the City. Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age.
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me : Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENÇON, LA
PUCELLE, and Forces.
Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Bed. Not to be gone from hence ; for once I Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedied. read, That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,
Let frantick Talbot triumph for a while, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes :
And like a peacock sweep along his tail; Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, Because I ever found them as myself.
If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but rulld. Tale Undaunted spirit in a dying breast !
Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, Then be it so : - Heavens keep old Bedford safe!
And of thy cunning had no diffidence;
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, And set upon our boasting enemy.
And we will make thee famous through the world. (Eseunt Borgundy, Talbor, and Forces, and have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint;
Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, leaving BEDFORD, and others.
Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir John FASTOLFE, Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise : and a Captain.
By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words,
We will entice the duke of Burgundy Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such
To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. haste? Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight ;
Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, We are like to have the overthrow again.
France were no place for Henry's warriors ;
Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
But be extirped from our provinces.
And not have title to an earldom here.
Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will work, Retreat : Excursions. Enter, from the town, LA To bring this matter to the wished end. PUCELLE, Alençon, CHARLES, fc. and exeunt
[Drums heard. fying.
Hark ! by the sound of drum, you may perceive Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please ;
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
An English March. Enter, and pass over at « What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
distance, TALBOT and his Forces. They, that of late were daring with their scoffs, Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread ; (Dies, and is carried off in his chair. And all the troops of English after him.
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Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. A French March. Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY
Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, and Forces.
And doth deserve a coronet of gold. Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and his; Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind.
powers; Summon a parley, we will talk with him.
And seek how we may prejudice the foe. (Ereuni.
[A parley sounded. Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.
SCENE IV. - Paris. A Room in the Palace. Bur. Who craves a parley with
the Burgundy ? Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy coun
Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and other Lords, tryman. Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am march
Vernon, Basset, fc. To them Talbot, and
some of his Officers. ing hence. Char. Speak, Pucelle ; and enchant him with thy Tal. My gracious prince, - and hono-irable words.
peers, Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Hearing of your arrival in this realm, Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thec. I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. To do my duty to my sovereign :
Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, In sign whereof, this arm, — that hath reclaim'd And see the cities and the towns defac'd
To your obedience fifty fortresses, By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!
Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
Besides five hundred prisoners of esteem, When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; See, see, the pining malady of France;
And, with submissive loyalty of heart, Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, Ascribes the glory of his conquest got, Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast ! First to my God, and next unto your grace. 0, turn thy edged sword another way;
K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! That hath so long been resident in France ? One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom, Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore; K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,
lord ! And wash away thy country's stained spots ! When I was young, (as yet I am not old,)
Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, I do remember how my father said, Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
A stouter champion never handled sword. Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims on Long since we were resolved of your truth, thee,
Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
Yet never have you tasted our reward, Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation, Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks, That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake? Because till now we never saw your face : When Talbot hath set footing once in France, Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts, And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
We here create you earl of Shrewsbury ; Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, And in our coronation take your place. And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive ?
(Exeunt King Henry, GLOSTER, Talbor, Call we to mind, - and mark but this, for proof;
and Nobles. Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe ?
Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sely And was he not in England prisoner ?
Disgracing of these colours that I wear But, when they heard he was thine enemy,
In honour of my noble lord of York, They set him free, without his ransome paid, Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends.
Bas. Yes, sir ; as well as you dare patronage See then! thou fight'st against thy countrymen, The envious barking of your saucy tongue And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-men. Against my lord, the duke of Somerset. Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord; Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. Bur. I am vanquished ; these haughty words of Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness take ye that. her's
Strikes kin. Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,'
Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms is And made me almost yield upon my knees.
such, Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen ! That, whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death; And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace : Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. My forces and my power of men are yours; But I'll unto his majesty, and crave So, farewell, Talbot ; I'll no longer trust thee. I may have liberty to venge this wrong; Puc. Done like a Frenchman ; turn, and turn when thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. again!
Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes And, after, meet you sooner than you would. us fresh.
SCENE' I. - The same. A Room of State. No more but, plain and bluntly, - To the king ?
Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign ?
[Reads. Win. God save king Henry, of that name the Mou'd with compassion of my country's wreck, sixth !
Together with the pitiful complaints
(Governor kneels. Forsaken your pernicious faction,
And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France. Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends; O monstrous treachery! Can this be so; And none your foes, but such as shall pretend That in alliance, amity, and oaths, Malicious practices against his state :
There should be found such false dissembling guile? This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt? [Ereunt Gov, and his Train. Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe.
K. Hen. Is that the worst, this letter doth contain ? Enter Sir John FASTOLFE.
Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk Calais,
with him, To haste unto your coronation,
And give him chastisement for this abuse: A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
My lord, how say you ? are you not content ? Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgunay. Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee !
prevented, I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next, I should have begg'a I might have been employ'd.. To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unio [Plucking it off
him straight : (Which I have done) because unworthily
Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason; Thou wast installed in that high degree.
And what offence it is, to flout his friends. Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest :
Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still, This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
You may behold confusion of your foes. (Exit. When but in all I was six thousand strong, And that the French were almost ten to one,
Enter VERNON and BASSET. Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign! Like to a trusty squire, did run away ;
Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too! In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; York. This is my servant; Hear him, noble Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,
prince! Were there surpris’d, and taken prisoners.
Som. And this is mine; Sweet Henry, favour him! Thea judge, great lords, if I have done amiss ; K. Hen. Be patient, lords ; and give them leave Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
to speak. This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no.
Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim ? Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom? And ill beseeming any common man ;
Ver. With him, my lord ; for he hath done me Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.
wrong. Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, Bas. And I with him ; for he hath done me Knights of the garter were of noble birth;
, and virtuous, full of haughty courage, K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you both Such as were grown to credit by the wars ;
complain ? Ne fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, First let me know, and then I'll answer you. But always resolute in most extremes.
Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France, He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort,
This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
Saying the sanguine colour of the leaves
betwixt the duke of York and him;
With other vile and ignominious terms : Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight; In confutation of which rude reproach, Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death. - And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
(Erit FASTOLFE. I crave the benefit of law of arms. And now, my lord protector, view the letter
Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord : Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy.
For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit, Glow What means his grace, that he hath chang'a To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
his style ? (Viewing the superscription. Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him ;
And he first took exceptions at this badge, After some respite, will return to Calais ; Pronouncing - that the paleness of this flower From thence to England, where I hope ere long Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. To be presented, by your victories,
York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left ? With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout. Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will (Flourish. Exeunt King Henry, Glo. Son. out,
Win. Sur. and BASSET. Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king K. Hen. Good Lord! what madness rules in Prettily, methought, did play the orator. brain-sick men ;
York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
In that he wears the badge of Somerset. Such factious emulations shall arise :
War. Tush! tluat was but his fancy, blame him Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
not ; Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. York. Let this dissention first be tried by fight, York. And, if I wist, he did, - But let it rest; And then your highness shall command a peace. Other affairs must now be managed. Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone ;
(Exeunt York, Warwick, and Verson, Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress the York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
voice : Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. For had the passions of thy heart burst out, Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
Glo. Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife! More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd. Presumptuous vassals ! are you not asham'd, But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees With this immodest clamorous outrage
This jarring discord of nobility, To trouble and disturb the king and us?
This should’ring of each other in the court, And you, my lords, — methinks, you do not well, This factious bandying of their favourites, To bear with their perverse objections ;
But that it doth presage some ill event. Much less, to take occasion from their mouths 'Tis much, when scepters are in children's hands : To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves ;
But more, when envy breeds unkind division ; Let me persuade you, take a better course. There comes the ruin, there begins confusion, Exe. It grieves his highness ; - Good my lords ;
be friends. K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be com- SCENE II. - France. Before Bourdeaux.
batants : Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour,
Enter TALBOT, wrth his Forces. Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause. — Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter. And you, my lords, - remember where we are ; Summon their gencral unto the wall. In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation : If they perceive dissention in our looks,
Trumpet sounds a parley.
Enter, on the walls, ide And that within ourselves we disagree,
General of the French Forces, and others. How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, To wilful disobedience, and rebel?
Servant in arms to Harry king of England ; Beside, What infamy will there arise,
And thus he would, — Open your city gates, When foreign princes shall be certified,
Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours, That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,
And do him homage as obedient subjects, King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France ? But, if you frown upon this proffer'd pence, O, think upon the conquest of my father,
You tempt the fury of my three attendants
, My tender years; and let us not forego
Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire ; That for a trifle, that was bought with blood ! Who, in a moment, even with the earth Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers, I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
If you forsake the offer of their love.
(Putting on a red rose. Gen. Thou omninous and fearful owl of death, That any one should therefore be suspicious Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! I more incline to Somerset, than York :
The period of thy tyranny approacheth. Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both : On us thou canst not enter, but by death: As well they may upbraid me with my crown, For, I protest, we are well fortified, Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. And strong enough to issue out and fight : But your discretions better can persuade,
If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, Than I am able to instruct or teach:
Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee: And therefore, as we hither came in peace, On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, So let us still continue peace and love.
To wall thee from the liberty of flight; Cousin of York, we institute your grace
And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, To be our regent in these parts of France : But death doth front thee with apparent spoil
, And good my lord of Soinerset, unite
And pale destruction meets thee in the face. Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot ; Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament, And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, To rive their dangerous artillery, Go cheerfully together, and digest
Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot. Your angry choler on your enemies.
Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man, Durself, my lord protector, and the rest,
of an invincible unconquered spirit :