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Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me My tender years; and let us not forego wrong.

That for a trifle, that was bought with blood! Bas. And I with him ; for he hath done me Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. wrong.

I see no reason, if I wear this rose, K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you both

[Pulling on a red rose complain?

That any one should therefore be suspicious First let me know, and then I'll answer you. I more incline to Somerset, than York:

Bus, Crossing the sea from England into France, Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both : This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, | As well they inay upbraid me with my crown, Upbraided me about the rose I wear;

Because, forsooih, the king of Scots is crown'd. Saying—the sanguine colour of the leaves

But your discretions better can persuade, Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, Than I am able to instruct or teach : When stubbornly he did repugn' the truth, And therefore, as we hither came in peace, About a certain question in the law,

So let us still continue peace and love. Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him; Cousin of York, we institute your grace With other vile and ignominious lerms :

To be our regent in these parts of France : In confutation of which rude reproach,

And good my lord of Somerset, unite And in defence of my lord's worthiness,

Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot; I crave the benefit of law of arms.

And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord : Go cheerfully together, and digest For though he seem, with forgcd quaint conceit, Your angry choler on your enemies. To set a gloss upon his bold intent,

Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest, Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him ; After some respite, will return to Calais; And he first took exceptions at this badge,

From thence to England; where I hope ere long Pronouncing-that the paleness of this flower To be presented, by your victories, Bewray'da the faintness of my master's heart. With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout. York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left ?

(Flourish. Exeunt King Henry, Glo. Som. Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York,

Win. Suf. and Basset. will out,

War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. Prettily, méthought, did play the orator. K. Hen. Good Lord! what madness rules in York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, brain-sick men ;

In that he wears the badge of Somerset. When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,

War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him not; Such factious emulations shall arise !

I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm, Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,

York. And, if I wist, he did, -But let it rest; Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.

Other affairs must now be managed. York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight,

(Exeunt York, Warwick, and Vernon And then your highness shall command a peace. | Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;

voice :
Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. . For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,

York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. I fear, we should have seen decipher'd there
Ver. Nav, let it rest where it began at first. More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
Bas, Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. Than yet can be imagin’d or suppos'd.

Glo. Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife! But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
And perish ye, with your audacious prate !

This jarring discord of nobility, Presumptuous vassals! are you not asham'd, This should'ring of each other in the court, With this immodest clamorous outrage

This factious bandying of their favourites, To trouble and disturb the king and us?

But that it doth presage some ill event. And you, my lords,-methinks, you do not well, | 'Tis much,' when sceptres are in children's hands : To bear with their perverse objections ;

But more. when envy breeds unkind' division : Much less, to take occasion from their mouths There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. (Ei. To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves; Let me persuade you take a better course.

SCENE II.-France. Before Bourdeaux. En Exe. It grieves his highness ;-Good my lords,

ter Talbot, with his forces. be friends.

Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be com-Isum

com- Summon their general unto the wall. batants : Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour,

Trumpet sounds a parley. Enter, on the walls Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause,

the General of the French forces, and others. And you, my lords,-remember where we are; English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: Servant in arms to Harry king of England; If they perceive dissension in our looks,

And thus he would -Open your city gates, And that within ourselves we disagree, !. Be humble to us ; call my sovereign yours, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd And do him homage as obedient subjects, To wilful disobedience, and rebel ?

And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: Beside, what infamy will there arise,

But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace, When foreign princes shall be certified,

You tempt the fury of my three attendants, That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,

Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire, King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,

Who, in a moment, even with the earth Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France ? Shall lay your statély and air-braving towers, O, think upon the conquest of my father,

If you forsake the offer of their love.

| Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, (1) Resist.

(2) Betrayed.
(3) 'Tis strange, or wonderful. : ! 1 4). Enmity.

(5) Unnatural.

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Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! Nerer so needful on the earth of France,
The period of thy tyranny approacheth.

Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ;
On us thou canst not enter, but by death: I Who now is girdled with a waist of iron,
For, I protest, we are well fortified,

And hemm'd about with grim destruction: And strong enough to issue out and fight:

To Bourdeaux, warlike duke, to Bourdeaux, York! If thou retire, the dauphin, well appointed, Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:

honour. On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, York. O God! that Somerset-who in proud heart To wall thee from the liberty of flight;

Doth stop my cornets-were in Talbot's place! And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, So should we save a valiant gentleman, But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. And pale destruction meets thce in the face. Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. To rive their dangerous artillery

Lucy. O, send some succour to the distress'd lord ! Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.

York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word: Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man, We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; or an invincible unconquer'd spirit:

All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset. This is the latest glory of thy praise,

Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's That I, thy enemy, duel thee withal;

soul! For ere the glass, that now begins to run,

And on his son, young John; whom, two hours Finish the process of his sandy hour,

since, These eyes, that see thee now well coloured, I met in travel toward his warlike father! Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. This seven years did not Talbot see his son;

[Drum afar off. And now they meet where both their lives are done. Hark! hark! the dauphin's drum, a warning bell, | York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have, Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;

| To bid his young son welcome to his grave? And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. Away! vexation almost stops my breath,

(Exeunt General, &c. from the walls. That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death. Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy :

Lucy, farewell : no more my fortune can, Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.-. 0, negligent and heedless discipline!

Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, How are we park'd and bounded in a pale; 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. (Exil. A little herd of England's timorous deer,

Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs ! Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, If we be English deer, be then in blood ;?

Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch; The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror, But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags, That ever-living man of memory, Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, Henry the Fifth:-Whiles they each other cross, And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. (Esit. Sell every man his life as dear as mine, And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends,

SCENE IV.-Other plains of Gascony. Enter God, and Saint George! Talbot, and England's

Somerset, with his forces; an Officer of Talright!

bot's with him. Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! [Ece. Som. It is too late ; I cannot send them now: SCENE III.-Plains in Gascony. Enter York, Too rashly plotted; all our general force

This expedition was by York, and Talbot,
with forces ; to him a Messenger.

Might with a sally of the very town
York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, Be buckled with : the over-daring Talbot'
That dogg'd the mig

Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour,
Mess, They are return'd, my lord; and give it out, By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure :
That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, York set him on to fight, and die in shame,
To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along, That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name
By your espials" were discovered

| Offi. Here is sir William Lucy, who with me Two mightier troops than that the dauphin led; Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. Which join'd with him, and made their march for

Enter Sir William Lucy.
Bourdeaux.
York. A plague upon that villain Somerset;

Som. How now, sir William ? whither were you That thus delays my promised supply

sent? or horsemen, that were levied for this siege ! | Lucy. Whither, my lord ? from bought and sold Renowned Talbot doth expect my ad;

lord Talbot ;8 And I am lowted by a traitor villain,

Who, ring'd about with bold adversity, And cannot help the noble chevalier :

Cries out for noble York and Somerset, God comfort him in this necessity !

To beat assailing death from his weak legions, If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

And whiles the honourable captain there
Enter Sir William Lucy.

Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied Imba,

And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue, Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour, strength,

Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.

Let not your private discord keep away (1) Endue, honour. (2) In high spirits. (3) A rascal deer is the term of chace for lean () Alluding to the tale of Prometheus. poor deer.

(8) ke. From one utterly ruined by the treache (4) Spies... (5) Vanquished, baffled. rous practices of others. 6) Expended, consumed.

1 (9) Encircled. VOL. II.

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The levied succours that should lend him aid, Tal. Part of thy father may be saved in thee. While he, renowned noble gentleman,

John. No part of him, but will be shame in me. Yields up his life unto a world of odds :

Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not Orleans the bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,

lose it. Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,

John. Yes, your renowned name; Shall fight And Talbot perisheth by your default.

abuse it? Som. York set him on, York should have sent Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from him aid.

that stain. Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace ex- John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. claims;

If death be so apparent, then both Ály. Swearing that you withhold his levied host,

Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and Collected for this expedition. .

die ? Som. York lies; he might have sent and had the My age was never tainted with such shame. horse :

John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame? I owe him little duty, and less love:

No more can I be sever'd from your side, And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending.. Than can yoursell yourself in twain divide : Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; France,

For live I will not, if my father die.
Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,
Never to England shall he bear his life;

Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife. Come, side by side together live and die;
Som. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.
straight :

(Eseunt. Within six hours they will be at his aid.

Lucy. Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain:/ SCENE VI.-A field of ballle. Alarum : ED For fly he could not, if he would have fled;

cursions, wherein Talbot's Son is hemmed aboul, And fly would Talbot never, though he might. I and Talbot rescues him.

Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu! Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in

fight:

[Exeunt. The regeni hath with Talbot broke his word, SCENE V.-The English camp, near Bourdeaux. Where is John Talbot ?-pause, and take thy breath;

..And left us to the rage of France's sword. Enter Talbot and John his son.

I gave thee life, and rescued thee from death. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee, John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son: To tutor thee in stratagems of war;

The life thou gav'st me first, was lost and done; That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate, When sapless age, and weak unable limbs,

To my determin'do time thou gav'st new date. Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. Tal. When from the dauphin's crest thy sword But,- malignant and ill-boding stars!

struck fire, Now thou art come unto a feast of death,

It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire A terrible and unavoided' danger:

or bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age, Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse; Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage, And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape

Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy, By sudden flight: come, dally not, begone. And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee.

John. Is my name Talbot? and am I your son? The ireful bastard Orleans-that drew blood And shall I fly? O, if you love my mother, From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood Dishonour not her honourable name,

of thy first fight--I soon encountered ; To make a bastard, and a slave of me:

| And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed
The world will say–He is not Talbot's blood, Some of his bastard-blood; and, in disgrace,
That basely fled, when noble Talbot stood. Bespoke him thus : Contaminaled, base,

Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
John. He, that flies so, will ne'er return again. Mean and right poor; for that pere blood of mine,
Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave
John. Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:

boy:-
Your loss is great, so your regard should be ; Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care;
Upon my death the French can little boast; Art not thou weary, John? How dost thou fare?
In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost. Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
Flight cannot stain the honour you have won ; Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry ?*
But mine it will, that no exploit have done : Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead;
You fled for vantage, every one will swear;

The help of one stands me in little stead. But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.

0, too much folly is it, well I wot, There is no hope that ever I will stay,

To hazard all our lives in one small boat. If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away.

If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage, Here, on my knee, I beg mortality,

To-morrow I shall die with mickle age : Rather than life preserv'd with infamy.

By me they nothing gain, an if I stay, Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? 'Tis but the short'ning of my life one day: John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, womb.

My death's revenge, thy youth and England's lame: Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay : John. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe. All these arc sav'd, if thou wilt fly away."

(1) To a field where death will be feasted with (2) For unavoidable. daughter

3) Your care of your own safety. (4) Endodo

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John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me Thon maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid: smart,

But with a proud, majestical high scorn,These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart: He answered thus ; Young Talbot was not born On that advantage, bought with such a shame To be the pillage of a giglote wench: (To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame,) So, rushing in the bowels of the French, Before young Taluot from old Talbot fly,. He left me proudly, as unworthy fight, The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die: Bur. Doubtless he would have made a noble And like' me to the peasant boys of France ;

knight: To be shame's scorri, and subject of mischance! See, where he lies inhersed in the arms Surely, by all the glory you have won,

or the most bloody nurser of his harms. An if i dy, I am not Talbot's son:

Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones Then Lalk no more of light, it is no boot :

asunder; If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.

Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we have fled Thou Icarus ; thy life to me is sweet:

During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
Ir thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side ;
And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride.

Enter Sir William Lucy, attended; a French (Exeunt.

herald preceding. SCENE VII. Another part of the same.

Alarum : Excursions. Enter Talbot wounded, Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day. Alarum : Excursions. Enter Talbot wounded. Conduct me to the dauphin's tent; to know supported by a Servant.

Char. Ou what submissive message art thou sent? Tel. Where is my other life?-mine own is Lucy. Submission, dauphin ? 'tis a mere French gone :

word; 0, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John ?-We English warriors wot not what it means. Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity !? I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en, Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:- And to survey the bodies of the dead, When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee, Char. For prisoners ask'st thou ? hell our prison is. His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,

But tell me whom thou seek'st.
And, like a hungry lion, did commence

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field,
Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience ; Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury ;
But when my angry guardant stood alone,

Created, for his rare success in arms,
Tend'ring my ruin,' and assail'd of none,

Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence; Dizzy-ey'd fury, and great rage of heart,

Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield, Suddenly made him from my side to start

Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton, Into the clust'ring battle of the French :

Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of And in that sea of blood my boy did drench

Sheffield, His overmounting spirit; and there died

The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge; My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

Knight of the noble order of Saint George,

Worthy Saint Michael, and the golden fleece ; Enter Soldiers, bearing the body of John Talbot.

Great mareshal to Henry the Sixth, Sert. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is of all his wars within the realm of France ? borne!

Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed! Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh’st us here The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath, to scorn,

Writes not so tedious a style as this. Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,

Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,

Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet. Two Talbots, winged through the lither* sky, Lucy." Is Talbot slain; the Frenchmen's only In thy despité, shall 'scape mortality.

scourge, O thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis ? Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath: 10, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd, Brave death by speaking, whether he will, or no; That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces ! Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy soe.

O, that I could but call these dead to life! Poor boy ! he smiles, methinks; as who should say It were enough to fright the realm of France : Had death been French, then death had died to-day. Were but his picture left among you here, Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; It would amazethe proudest of you all. My spirit can no longer bear these harms.. Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, Soldiers, adieu ! I have what I would have, And give them burial as beseems their worth. Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,

(Dies. He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.'

| For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here, Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving

ng They would but stink, and putrefy the air. the two bodies. Enter Charles, Alençon, Bur

Char. Go, take their bodies hence. gundy, Bastard, La Pucelle, and forces.

I'll bear them hence: Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, But from their ashes shall be rear'd We should have found a bloody day of this. A phanix that shall make all France afeard. Bast, How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging- Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what wood,

thou wilt. Did flesh his pupy sword in Frenchmen's blood! And now to Paris, in this conquering vein;

Puc, Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. (Exe, (1) Liken me, reduce me to a level with.

(4) Flexible, yielding. 12) Death stained and dishonoured with captivity. (5) Raving mad. (6) Wanton. (3) Watching me with tenderness in my fall.: (7) Confound.

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ACT V.

Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well percelve,

That, nerther in birth, or for authority, SCENE 1.-London. A room in the palace. The bishop will be overborne by thee:

Enter King Henry, Gloster, and Exeter. I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee, K. Hen. Have you perus'd the letters from the Or sack this country with a mutiny. (Exeunt.

SCENE II.-France. Plains in Anjoi. Enter The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac ? Glo. I have, my lord ; and their intent is this,

Charles, Burgundy, Alençon, La Pucelle, and

forces, marching.. They humbly sue unto your excellence, To have a godly peace concluded of,

| Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our Between the realms of England and of France.

drooping spirits : K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their mo- 'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, tion?

And turn again unto the warlike French Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of To stop effusion of our Christian blood,

France, And 'stablish quietness on every side.

And keep not back your powers in dalliance. K. Gen. Av. marry, uncle, for I always thought. Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; It was both impious and unnatural,

Else, ruin combat with their palaces !
That such immanity' and bloody strise

Enter a Messenger.
Should reign among professors of one faith.
Glos. Beside, my lord,—the sooner to effect,

Mess. Success unto our valiant general,
And surer bind, this knot of amity,-

And happiness to his accomplices ! The earl of Armagnac-near knit to Charles,

Char. What tidings send our scouts ? I prythee, A man of great authority in France,

speak. Proffers his only daughter to your grace

Mess. The English army, that divided was In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.

Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one; K. Hen. Marriage, uncle! alas! my years are

And means to give you battle presently.

Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; young ; And fitter is my study and my books,

But we will presently provide for them. Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.

Bur. I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there; Yet, call the ambassadors : and, as you please,

Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. So let them have their answers every one ;

| Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accursd :I shall be well content with any choice,

Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine ; Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.

Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.

Char. Then on, my lords; and France be forEnter a Legate, and two ambassadors, with Win

tunate!

(Exeunt. chester, in a cardinal's habit. Ere, What! is my lord of Winchester install'd,

SCENE III.The same. Before Angiers. And callid unto a cardinal's degree?

Alarums : Excursions. Enter La Pucelle. Then, I perceive, that will be verified,

Puc, The, regent conquers, and the Frenchmen Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,

fy.If once he come to be a cardinal,

Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts;' He'll make his cap co-equal rith the crown. And ye choice spirits that admonish me,

K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits And give me signs of future accidents ! Have been consider'd and debated on.

(Thunder. Your purpose is both good and reasonable : You speedy helpers, that are substitutes And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd

Under the lordly monarch of the north, To draw conditions of a friendly peace;

Appear, and aid me in this enterprise ! Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean

Enter Fiends. Shall be transported presently to France.

Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your master - This speedy quick appearance argues proof I have informed his highness so at large,

of your accustom'd diligence to me, As-liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,

Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cullid Her beauty, and the value of her dower,

Out of the powerful regions under earth, He doth intend she shall be England's queen. |Help me this once, that France may get the field. K. Hen. In argument and proof of which con

about, and speak not. tract,

10, hold me not with silence over-long! Bear her this jewel, (To the Amb.] pledge of my Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, affection.

I'll lop a member off, and give it you,
And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, In earnest of a further benefit;
And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd, So you do condescend to help me now.
Commit then to the fortune of the sea.

[They hang their heads. [Exeunt King Henry and train ; Gloster, No hope to have redress ?--My body shall

Exeter, and Ambassadors. Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit. Win. Stay, my lord legate ; you shall first receive

[They shake their heads. The sum of money, which I promised

Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, Should be deliver to his holiness

Entreat you to your wonted furtherance ? For clothing me in these grave ornaments.

Then take my soul; my body, soul, and ali, Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. Before that England give the French the foil. Win. Now, Winchester will not subrnit, I trow,

[They depart. Or be inferior to the proudest peer.

See ! they forsake me. Now the time is come, (1) Barbarity, savageness.

(3) The north was supposed to be the particular le) Charms sewed up.

Thabitation of bad spirits.

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