Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects 120 Tol. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is I think her old familiar is asleep : What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief That such a valiant company are fled. Now will we take some order in the town, 130 [Exeunt. SCENE III. The plains near Rouen. Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD of Orleans, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and forces. Pue. 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. Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. 30 Now in the rearward comes the duke and his : gundy! Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy countryman. Bur. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. Char. Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words. 40 Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! 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 defaced As looks the mother on her lowly babe That will not trust thee but for profit's sake? men 70 And joint'st with them will be thy slaughter men. Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord: Charles and the rest will take thee in their armis. Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh. Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. King. Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester, That hath so long been resident in France? Glou. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. King. Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord! When I was young, as yet I am not old, I do remember how my father said A stouter champion never handled sword. deserts, We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury; Disgracing of these colors that I wear spakest ? 30 Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage The envious barking of your saucy tongue Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honor as he is. Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye Bas. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death, Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave 40 I may have liberty to venge this wrong; as you; And, after meet you sooner than you would. [Exeunt ACT IV. SCENE L. Paris. A hall of state. Enter the KING, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor of Paris, and others. Glou. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. Win. God save King Henry, of that name the sixth ! Glon. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, That you elect no other king but him; And none your foes but such as shall pretend Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from 10 To haste unto your coronation, Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and 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 Thon 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 20 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 surprised and taken prisoners. Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; Or whether that such cowards ought to wear This ornament of knighthood, yea or no. Gou. To say the truth, this fact was in- And ill beseeming any common man, Knights of the garter were of noble birth, Valiant and virtucus, full of haughty courage, Such as were grown to credit by the wars; Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, But always resolute in most extremes. He then that is not furnish d in this sort Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, 40 Profaning this most honorable 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. King. Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom! Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight: Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death. Glou. What means his grace, that he hath guile? King. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt ? Glou. He doth, my lord, and is become your foe. King. Is that the worst this letter doth contain ? Glou. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. King. Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him And give him chastisement for this abuse. How say you, my lord? are you not content? Tal. Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented, 71 I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd. King. Then gather strength and march unto him straight: Let him perceive how ill we brook his trea 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 provoked 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 left ? Som. Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out, Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. 110 K. Hen. Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men, When for so slight and frivolous a cause 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. 120 Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. Bas. Confirm it so, mine honorable lord. Glou Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife! And perish ye, with your audacious prate! 131 K. Ilen. Come hither, you that would be combatants : Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favor, O, think upon the conquest of my father, 151 [Putting on a red rose. That any one should therefore be suspicious I more incline to Somerset than York": 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. Cousin of York, we institute your grace To be our regent in these parts of France: And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot; 161 And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, Go cheerfully together and digest With Charles, Alençon and that traitorous rout. This jarring discord of nobility, Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands; But more when envy breeds unkind division; There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. [Exit. SCENE II. Before Bourdeaux. Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum. Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux trumpeter: Summon their general unto the wall. English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, Who in a moment even with the earth Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers, If you forsake the offer of their love. Ga. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death. Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge ! And strong enough to issue out and fight: 20 To wai thee from the liberty of flight; ment To rive their dangerous artillery Coon no Christian soul but English Talbot. 30 Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man, Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit! Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul; 40 Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. O, negligent and heedless discipline! And make the cowards stand aloof at bay : God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right, Prosper our colors in this dangerous fight! [Exeunt. SCENE III. Plains in Gascony. Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin? Mess. They are return'd, my lord, and give it out 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. Enter SIR WALTER LUCY. Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English strength, 20 Never so needful on the earth of France, Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's 4 |