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Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, | Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. [tion, And of thy cunning had no diffidence; Who joiu'st thou with, but with a lordly naOne sudden foil shall never breed distrust. That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake?
Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, When Talbot hath set footing once in France, And we will make thee famous through the And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill, world.
Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, And thou be thrust ont, like a fugitive? And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; Call we to mind,-and mark but this, for Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.'
proof;Puc. Then thus it must be ; this doth Joan was not the duke of Orleans thy foe? devise :
And was he not in England prisoner? By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, But, when they heard he was thine enemy, We will entice the duke of Burgundy
They set him free, without his ransom paid, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.
In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do See then! thou fight'st against thy countrymen, that,
And join'st with them will be thy slaughterFrance were no place for Henry's warriors;
flord; Nor should that nation boast it so with us, Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring But be extirpedo from our provinces.
Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their Alen. For ever should they be expuls’dt from France,
Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty* words And not have title to an earldom here.
of hers Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, work,
And made me almost yield upon my knees.To bring this matter to the wished end. Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen!
[Drums heard. And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive My forces and my power of men are yours;Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee. An English Murch. Enter, and pass over at a
Puc. Done like a Frenchman, turn, and turn
again! distance, Talbot and his Forces.
Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread;
makes us fresh. And all the troops of English after him. Bast. And doth beget new courage in our
breasts. A French March. Enter the duke of BURGUNDY
Alen. Pucelle hath bravely played her part and Forces.
in this, Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and And doth deserve a coronet of gold. his;
Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our Fortune, in favour, make him lag behind.
powers; Summon a parley, we will talk with him.
And seek how we may prejudice the soe. [A Parley sounded.
[Exeunt. Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. Bur. Who craves a parley with the Bur
SCENE IV.--Paris.- A Room in the Palace. gundy? Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, und other Lords, countryman.
VERNON, Basset, &c. To them Talbot, and Bur. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am some of his Officers.
marching hence. Chur. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with Tal. My gracious prince,--and honourable thy words.
peers, Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of Hearing of your arrival in this realm, France!
I have a while given truce unto my wars, Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. To do my duty to my sovereign :
Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile To your obedience fifty fortresses, , [strength, France,
Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of And see the cities and the towns defac'd Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!
Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; As looks the mother on her lowly babe, And, with submissive loyalty of heart, When death doth close his tender dying eyes, Ascribes the glory of his conquest got, See, see, the pining malady of France; First to my God, and next unto your grace. Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle GlosWhich thou thyself hast given her woful breast!
ter, O, turn thy edged sword another way; [help! That hath so long been resident in France ? Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and viciobosom,
rious lord ! Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign When I was young, (as yet I am not old,) Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, I do remember how my father said, And wash away thy country's stained spots! A stouter champion never handled sword. Bur. Either 'she hath bewitch'd me with Long since we were resolvedt of your truth, her words,
Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
Yet never have you tasted our reward, Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims Or been reguerdon'di with so much as thanks, on thee,
Because till now we never saw your face: * Rooted out.
* Elevated. + Conamed in opinion. Rewwded.
Therefore, stand up; and, for these good de- Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, serts,
And ill beseeming any common man; We here 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 [Exeunt King HENRY, GLOSTER, Talbot,
lords, and Nobles.
Knights of the garter were of noble birth ; Ver. Now, Sir, to you, that were so hot at Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty* courage, Disgracing of these colours, that I wear (sea, such as were grown to credit by the wars; In honour of my noble lord of York,
Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou But always resolute in most extremes. 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 Bus. Why, what is he? as good a man as That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. York.
K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye
thy doom : that.
(Strikes him. Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight; Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.-. is such,
(Exit FASTOLFE. That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; And now, my lord protector, view the letter Or else this blow should broach thy dearest Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave [blood. Glo. What means his grace, that he hath I may have liberty to 'venge this wrong;
chang'd his style ? When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost.
[Viewing the superscription. Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as No more but, plain and bluntly,—To the king ? you;
Hath he forgot, be is his sovereigu ? And, after, meet you sooner than you would. Or doth this churlish superscription
(Exeunt. Pretendt some alteration in good will?
What's here?-I have, upon especial cause,ACT IV.
[Reads. SCENE I.-The same.- A Room of State. Mou'd with compassion of my country's wreck, Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, Exeter, YORK,
Together with the pitiful complaints SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, War
Of such us your oppression feeds upon,
Forsaken your pernicious faction, (Frunce. WICK, Talbot, the GOVERNOR of Paris, and others.
And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of
O monstrous treachery! Can this be so; Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his That in alliance, amity, and oaths, (guile? head.
There should be found such false dissembling Win. God save king Henry, of that name the K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy sixth!
revolt ? Glo. Now,governor of Paris, take your oath,
Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your [GOVERNOR kneels.
foe. That you elect no other king but him:
K. Hen. Is that the worst, this letter doth Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends;
contain ? And none your foes, but such as shall pretend* Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he Malicious practices against his state :
writes. This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall [Exeunt Gov. and his Train.
talk with him, Enter Sir John FASTOLFE.
And give him chastisement for this abuse:Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from My lord, how say you? are not you content?
Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am To haste unto your coronation, (Calais,
[ploy'd. A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
I should have begg'd I might have been emWrit to your grace from the duke of Burgundy.
K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and
unto him straight:
: [next, Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treaI vow'd, base knight, when I did meei thee And what offence it is, to flout his friends. To tear the garter from thy craven'st leg,
Tul. I go, my lord ; in heart desiring still,
(Plucking it off. You may behold confusion of your foes. (E.cit. (Which I have done) because unworthily Thou wast installed in that high degree.
Enter VERNON and BASSET. Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:
Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious soveThis dastard, at the battle of Patay, When but in all I was six thousand strong,
reign! And that the French were almost ten to one,
Bus. And me, my lord, grant me the combat
too! Before we met, or that a stroke was given, Like to a trusty squire, did run away;
York. This is my servant; Hear him, noble In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
prince! Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,
Som. And this is mine ; Sweet Hevry, favour
him ! Were there surpris'd, and taken prisoners. Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss ;
K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
leave to speak. This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no.
Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclair * High.
+ 1. e. In greatest extremities. Design. + Mean, dastardly.
And wherefore crave you combat? or with That, for a toy, a thing of no regard, whom?
King Henry's peers, and chief nobility, Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of me wrong:
France? Bus. And I with him; for he hath done me o, think upon the conquest of my father, wrong.
My tender years, and let us not forego
Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
(Putting on a red Rose.
That any one should therefore be suspicious This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, I more incline to Somerset, than York: Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both :
Than am able to instruct or teach:
And good my lord of Somerset, unite
To be presented, by your victories, [long
rout. Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. [Flourish. Exeunt King HENRY, Glo. Som. K. Hen. Good lord! what madness rules in
WIN. Suf. and BaseT. brain-sick men ;
War. My lord of York, I promise you, the When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
king Such factious emulations shall arise!
Prettily, methought, did play the orator. Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, York. And so he did; but yet I like it pot, Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace,
In that he wears the badge of Somerset. York. Let this dissention first be tried by War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame fight,
him not ;
[harm. And then your highness shall command a. I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no peace.
York. And, if I wist, he did,-But let it Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us
Other affairs must now be managed. Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
[Exeunt YORK, WARWICK, and VERNON. York. There is my pledge; accept it, So- Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress merset.
thy voice : Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. For, had the passions of thy heart burst ont, Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. I fear we should have seen decipher'd there Glo. Confirm it so? Confounded be your More rancorous spite, more furious raging strife!
yet can be imagin'd or snppos'd. (broils,
This should'ring of each other in the court,
[sion; To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves; But more, when envyt breeds unkindt divi. Let me persuade you take a better course. There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. Exe. It grieves his highness;-Good my
[Exit. lords; be friends.
SCENE 11.-- France. Before Bourdeaux. K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be combatants :
Enter TALBOT, with his Forces.
the GENERAL of the French Forces, and others. How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd English Jobn Talbot, captains, calls you fortb, 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,
'Tis strange, or wonderful. * Resist.
Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours, York. A plagué upon that villain Somerse
God comfort him in this necessity!
Enter Sir WILLIAM Lucy.
Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! Never so needful on the earth of France,
strength, The period of thy tyranny approacheth. On us thou canst not enter, but by death:
Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot; For, I protest, we are well fortified,
Who now is girdled with a waist of iron, And strong enough to issue out and fight:
And hemm'd about with grim destruction: If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
York ! On either hand thee there are squadrons Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's pitch'd,
honour. To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
York. () God! that Somerset-who in proud And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
heart But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, Doth stop my cornets-were in Talbot's place! And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
So should we save a valiant gentleman, Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacra.
By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. To rive their dangerous artillery (ment,
Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant
Lucy. (), send some succour to the distress'd Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit: (man,
lord! This is the latest glory of thy praise,
York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike That I, thy enemy, dúe thee withal;
word: For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily Finish the process of his sandy hour,
All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset. [get; These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave TalShall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. And on his son, young John; whom two hours
(since, Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning This seven years did not Talbot see his son ;
I met in travel toward his warlike father! Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul; [bell, And now they meet where both their lives are And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. [Exeunt GENERAL, &c. from the Wulls.
done.t. Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;
York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their
To bid his young son welcome to his grave? 0, negligent and heedless discipline!
Away! vexation almost stops my breath, How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale ;
That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of A little herd of England's timorous deer,
death.Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs! Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can, If we be English deer, be then in blood :t
But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch;
Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags,
away, Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, l’Long all
of Somerset, and his delay. , [Exit. And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
Lucy. Thus, while the vulturet of sedition Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
Feeds in the hosom of such great commanders, And they shall find dear deer of us, my Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss friends.
The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror, God, and Saint George! Talbot, and Eng- Henry the fifth -Whiles they each other cross,
That ever-living man of memory, land's right! Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!
Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.-Other Plains of Gascony. SCENE III.-Plains in Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with his Forces; an OFFICER Enter YORK, with Forces; to him a MESSENGER.
of Talbot's with him. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now; again,
This expedition was by York, and Talbot, That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin? Too rashly plotted; all our general force Mess. They are return’d, my lord; and give Might with a sally of the very town
(power, Be buckled with the over-daring Talbot That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour, To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along, By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure: By your espialsg were discovered
York set him on to fight, and die in shame, Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led; That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the Which join'd with him, and made their march
name. for Bourdeaux.
Offi. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me Endue, honour. + In high spirits.
Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for åid. * A rascal deer is the term of chase for lean poor deer. * Vanquished, baffled + Expended, consumed. Spies.
| Alluding to the tale of Prometheus.
Enter Sir WiLLIAM LUCY.
Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. Som. How now, Sir William ? whither were
John. Then let me stay; and, father, do you you sent?
fly: Lucy. Whither, my lord ? from bought and Your loss is great, so your regard* should be; sold lord Talbot ;*
My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. Who, ring'd aboutt with bold adversity,
Upon my death the French can little boast; Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost. To beat assailing death from his weak legions. Flight cannot stain the honour you have won; And whiles the honourable captain there
But mine it will, that no exploit have done : Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied You fled for vantage every one will swear; limbs,
But, if I bow, they'll say-it was for fear. And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue,
There is no hope that ever I will stay, You, his false hopes, the trust of England's f, the first hour, I shrink, and run away. honour,
Here, on my knee, I beg mortality, Keep off aloot with worthless emulation,
Rather than life preserv'd with infamy. Let not your private discord keep away
Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one The levied succours that should lend him aid,
tomb? While he, renowned noble gentleman,
John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
womb. Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,
Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,
John. To fight I will, but not to fly the foc. And Talbot perisheth by your default.
Tul. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. Som. York set him on, York should have
John. No part of him, bul will be shame in sent him aid. Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace
Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst exclaims;
not lose it. Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
John. Yes, your renowned name ; Shall Collected for this expedition.
flight abuse it? Som. York lies; he might have sent and had
Tul. Thy father's charge shall clear thee the horse:
from that stain. I owe him little duty, and less love;
John. You cannot witness for me, being
[ing. And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by send.
slain. Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force If death be so apparent, then both fly. of France,
Tul. And leave my followers here, to fight, Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
and die ? Never to England shall he bear his life;
My age was never tainted with such shame. But dies, betrayed to fortune by your strife.
John. And shall my youth be guilty of such
blame? Som. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen straight :
No more can I be sever'd from your side, Within six hours they will be at his aid.
Than can yourself yourself in twain divide: Lucy. Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en, or Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; slain :
For live I will not, if my father die. For fly he could not, if he would have fled ;
Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair And fly would Talbot never, though he might. Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon, (son,
Som. If he be dead, brave Talboi then adieu! Come, side by side together live and die;
(Exeunt. SCENE V.-The English Camp, near Bour
SCENE VI.-A Field of Battle. deaux.
Alarum: Excursions, wherein Talbot's Son is Enter TALBOT and John his Son.
hemmed about, and Talbot rescues him. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, To tutor thee in stratagems of war;
fight: That Talbot's name might be in thee revivid, The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, And left us to the rage of France his sword. Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. Where is John Talbot?-pause, and take thy But,-0 malignant and ill-boding stars !
breath; Now thou art come unto a feast of death, I gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death. A terrible and unavoided; danger: (horse; John. O twice my father! twice am I thy Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest
[done; And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape The life, thou gav'st me first, was lost and By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone. Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate, John. Is my name Taibot? and am I your To my determin'dt time thou gav'st new date.
Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy And shall I fly? (), if you love my mother,
sword struck fire, Dishonour not her honourable name,
It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire To make a bastard and a slave of me:
Of bold fac'd victory. Then leaden age, The world will say–He is not Talbot's blood, Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike That basely ded, when noble Talbot stood.
rage, Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy, John. He, that flies so, will' ne'er return And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee. again.
The ireful bastard Orleans—that drew blood
From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood * 1. e. From one utterly ruined by the treacherous of thy first tight-1 soon encountered; practices of others.
+ Encircled. To a field where death will be feasted with slaughter. For unavoidable. * Your care of your own safety.