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ezan. I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that ti
t time. Bed. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason' Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance, And run a tilt at death within a chair? Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours! Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead? Damsel, I'll have about with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. Puc. Are you so hot, sir?—Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; If Talbot . E. thunder, rain will follow.— Talbot, and the rest, consult together. Godspeed the parliament! whoshallbethespeaker? T ". ye come forth, and meet us in the l
And as his father here was conqueror;
Fou. Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes: Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, Because I ever found them as myself. Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!— Then be it so:—Heavens keepold 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.
.Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolfe, and a Captain.
Capt. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such haste? Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight; We are like to have the overthrow again. Capt. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot? Fast. Ay, All the Talbots in the world to save my life. [Exit. Capt. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! [Exit. Retreat; Ercursions. Enter from the town, La Pucelle, Alençon, Charles, &c.; and exeunt, flying.
Bed. Now, quiet.soul, departwhen heavenplease; 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 sain by flight to save themselves. Dies, and is carried off in his chair.
.Alarum: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and others.
Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! This is a double honour, Burgundy’; Yet, heavens have glory off. victory ! Bur. Warlike and martial Tiongni, Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now? I think, her old familiar is asleep: Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his leeks?? What, alla-mort?" Rosien hangs her head for grief, 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 y Harry, with his nobles, lies. Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, But see his exequies' fulfill'd in Rouen;
(4) Make some necessary dispositions. (5) Funeral rites.
A braver soldier never couched lance,
SCENTE III—The same. The plains near the city. ... Enter Charles, the Bastard, Alençon, La Pucelle, and forces.
Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered: Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied. Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while, And like a peacock sweep along his tail; We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, If dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul’d. Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, 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, #. have thee reverenc'd like a blessed . loy thee then, sweet virgin, for our o Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise; § fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, e will entice the duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor should that nation boast it so with us, But be extirped from our provinces. JAlen. For ever should they be expuls'd? from France, And not have title to an earldom here. Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I willwork, To bring this matter to the wished end. [Drums heard. Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
Bur. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with y words. Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubtedhopedf France! so thy humble handmaid speak to thee. r. Speak on; but be not over-tedious, Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, 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 woful breast! O, turn thy edged sword another way;
(1) Rooted out. (2) Expelled.
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that." One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bo. Should grieve thee more than streams of for.
re: Return o: therefore, with a flood of tears, And wash away thy country's stained spots! Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with h. words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Puc. Besides, all French and Frence exclaims
on thee, d lawf
Doubting thy birth and lawful eny.
Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty” words of
Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn
in : Char. Wome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh. Bast. Anddothbeget new o in our breasts. JAlen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her partin this, And doth deserve a coronet of gold. Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our
wers; And o we may prejudice the foe. [Exe.
SCENTE IV.-Paris. A room in the palace. Enter King Henry, Gloster, and other Lords, Vernon, Basset, &c. To them Talbot, and some of his Qfficers.
Tal. My gracious prince,—and honourable
- peers, . . . . .
Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, That hath so long been resident in France?
Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
K. Ho Wor, brave captain, and victorious
When I was young (as yet I am not old.)
since we were resolved of your truth,
Your faithful service, and your toil in war;
[Ereunt King Henry, Gloster, Talbot, and
Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Disgracing of these colours that I wear In honour of my noble lord of York,+ Dar'st thou maintain the former words thouspak'st? Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage The envious barking of your saucy tongue Against my lord the duke of Somerset. Per. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. Wer. Hark ye; not so; in witness, takeye that. Strikes him. Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms is such, That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. 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. Pser. Well, miscreant, I'll be there assoon as you; And, after, meet you sooner than you would. [Ereunt.
SCENTE I.—The same. A room of state. Enter King o Gloster, Exeter, York, Suffolk, Somerset, Winchester, Warwick, Talbot, the Governor of Paris, and others.
Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. Win. God save king Henry, of that name the Sixth ! 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; And none your foes, but such as shall pretendo Malicious practices against his state: This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! Ereunt Governor and his train.
Enter Sir John Fastolfe.
Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from
To haste unto your coronation,
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
Were there surpris'd, and taken prisoners.
ooin 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. Whatmeans his grace, that he im chang'd his style? [Piewing the superscription. No more but, plain and bluntly,–To the king? Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign? Or doth this churlish superscription Pretendo some alteration in good will? What's here?—I have, upon especial cause[Reads JMov'd with compassion of my country's wrook, Together with the pitiful complaints Qf 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 guile? K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt? " 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 you not content? Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am revented, I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd, K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto him straight: Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason; 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. [East.
Enter Vernon and Basset. Wer. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign! Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too! York. This is my servant; Hear him, noble prince! Som. And this is mine: Sweet Henry, favour him! K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speakSay, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim? And wherefore crave you combat? or with whou,”
(6) i. e. In greatest extremities. (7) Design. (8 Anticipated.
Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong. Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me wronK. Hen. Wài is that wrong whereof you both
complain? First let me know, and then I'll answer you. Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France, 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 . When stubbornly he did repugn' 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. Wer. 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 him; And he first took exceptions at this badge, Pronouncing—that the paleness of this flower Bewray'do 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 shallarise — Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight, And then your highness shall command a peace. Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. P'er. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. Glo. Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife! And perish ye, with your audacious prate! Presumptuous vassals! are you not asham’d, With this immodest clamorous outräge 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 o: you take a better course. Ere. 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 ão. 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,
(1) Resist. (2) Betrayed. (3) "Tis strange, or wonderful.
My tender years; and let us not fo
SCENTE II—France. Before Bourdeaux. En. ter Talbot, with his forces.
Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter, Summon their general unto the wall.
Trumpet sounds a parley. Enter, on the walls the General of the French forces, and others.
English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
(4) Enmity. . (5) Unnatural
Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge!
SCE.WE III—Plains in Gascony. Enter York, with forces; to him a Messenger.
York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd That dogg'd the mighty army of the dauphini
JMess. They are return'd, my lord; and giveitout, That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along, By your espials were discovered Two mightier troops than that the dauphin led; Which join'd with him, and made their march for
York. A plague upon that villain Somerset;
(1) Endue, honour. (2) In high spirits. (3) A rascal deer is the term of chace for lean r deer. (4) Spies. (5) Wanquished, baffled. (6) Expended, consumed. wol. ii.
Never so needful on the earth of France,
SCENTE IV.-Other plains of Gascony. Enter
Enter Sir William Lucy.
Som. How now, sir William? whither were you sent? Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and sold lord Talbot;8 Who, ring'd about? with bold adversity, Cries out for noble York and Somerset, To beat assailing death from his weak legions. And whiles the honourable captain there Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs, And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue, You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour, Keep off aloof with worthless emulation. Let not your private discord keep away
(7) Alluding to the tale of Prometheus.
(8) i. e. From one utterly ruined by the treacherous practices of others.