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And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. That Richard be restored to his blood.
1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; Shall pitch a tieldwhenweare dead. (Begin again. So shall his father's wrongs be
recompens'd. Glo. Stay, stay, I say!
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. And, if you love me, as you say you do, 5 K. Hery. If Richard will be true, not that Let me persuade you to forbear a while. (soul! But all the whole inheritance I give, (alone,
K. Henry. Oh, how this discord doth aillict my That doth belong unto the house of York, Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold From whence you spring by lincal descent. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Rich. Thy humble servant vows obedience, Who should be pitiful, if you be not? 10 And humble service, 'till the point of death. Or who should study to prefer a peace,
K.Henry. Stoop then,and set your knee against If boly churchmen take delight in broils ? And, in reguerdon' of that duty done, (my foot: War. My lord protector, yield;~--yield, I gird thee with the valiant sword of York: Winchester;
Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet; Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, 15 And rise created princely duke of York. To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. Rich. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may You see what mischief, and what murder too, And as my duty springs, so perish they [fall! Hath been enacted through your enmity; That grudge one thought against your majesty! Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood. All. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield. 20
of York! Glo.Compassionontheking commandsmestoop; Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York! Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest
[ Aside. Should ever get that privilege of me.
Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty, War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France: Hath banish'd moody discontented fury, |25The presence of a king engenders love As by his smoothed hrows it doth appear: Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends; Why look you still so stern, and tragical? As it disanimates his enemies. (Henry goes;
Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. K. Henry. When Gloster says the word, king K. Henry. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. you preach,
30 Glo. Your ships already are in readiness. That malice was a great and grievous sin:
[Exeunt all but Exeter. And will not you maintain the thing you teach, Ere. Ay, we may march in England, or in But prove a chief offender in the same? [gird': Not seeing what is likely to ensue: [France,
War. Sweet king!-the bishop hath a kindly This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers, For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; 35 Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love, What, shall a child instruct you what to do? And will at last break out into a tame:
Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; As fester'd members rot but by degrees, Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give. "Till bones, and flesh, and sinews, tall away,
Glo. Ay; but I fear me, with a hollow heart.-- So will this base and envious discord breed'. See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ; 40 And now I fear that fatal prophecy, This token serveth for a flag of truce
Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth, Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers: Was in the mouth of every sucking babe, So help me God, as I dissemble not! [not! That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all;
Win. [Aside.] So help me God, as I intend it And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all : K. Henry. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, 45 Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish How joyful I am made by this contract ! His days may finish ere that hapless time. [Exit, Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
SCENE II. But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
Roan in France. i Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. Enter Joan la Pucelle disguis'd, and Soldiers with 2 Sert. So will I.
50 sacks upon their backs, like Countrymen. 3 Sero. And I will see what physic
Pucel. These arethe city gates the gates of Roan, The tavern affords.
[Ereunt. Through which our policymust make abreach: War. Acceptthisscrow!,most gracious sovereign; Take heed, be wary how you place your words; Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men, We do exhibit to your niajęsty. [sweet prince, 55 That come to gather money for their corn.
Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick;—for, If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we shall) An if your grace mark every circumstance, And that we find the slothful watch but weak, You have great reason to do Richard right: I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, Especially, for those occasions
That Charles thc Dauphin may encounter them, At Elthan-place I told your majesty, [force: 60.1 Sol. Our
sacks shall be a mean to sack the
city, K. Henry. And those occasions, uncle, were of And we be lords and rulers over Roan; Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, "Therefore we'll knock.
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Act 3. Scene 2.) FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.
557 Watch. Qui ca là?
If Talbot de but follow, rain will follow. Pucel. Paisans pauvres gens de France : [Talbot, and the rest, whisper together in council. Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. Godspeedtheparliament!whoshallbe the speaker?
Watch. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. Tal. Dare ye come forth,and meetus in the field?
[Exeunt. To try if that our own be ours, or no. [fools.
ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants: 10 Alen. Signior, no. Now she is there, how will she specify
Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France! Where is the best and safest passage in? Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, Reig. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Which, oncediscern'd, shews,thathermeaningis-- Pucel. Captains,away: let's get us from thewalls; Noway to that, for weakness, which she enter'd. 15 For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.Enter Joan la Pucelle on a battlement, thrusting God be wi' you, my lord! we caine, sir, but to
out a torch burning. Pucel. Behold, this is the happywedding torch, That we are here. (Ereunt from the walls. That joineth Roan unto her countrymen;
Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long,
Bast. See, noble Charles ! the beacon of our Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
Day. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, Either to get the town again, or die:
And I,—as sure as English Henry lives,
Great Caur-de-Lion's heart was buried;
in sick, in u chair, with Talbot and Burgundy, 35 Here will I sit before the walls of Roan,
Burg. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade Pucel. Good morrow, gallants; want ye corn Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, for bread?,
That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,
Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
(treason! And set upon our boasting enemy. Bed. Oh, let no words, but deeds, revenge this
Exeunt Burgundy, Talbot, and forces. Pucel. What will you do, good grey-beard? An alarum: excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolfe, break a lance,
and a Captain. And run a tilt at death within a chair?
Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such Tal. Foulfiendof France,andhagofall despight,
We are like to have the overthrow again.
[Erit. Practice, in the language of that time, was treachery, and perhaps, in the softer sense, stratagem. Practisants are therefore confederates in stratagems. 2 That is, no way equal to that.
3 Pride signifies the kaughty power.
* This hero was Uther Pendragon, brother to Aurelius, and father to king Arthur.
I love, me:
Retreat : ercursions. Pucelle, Alençon, and Dauphin fly. To bring this matter to the wished end.
[Drum benets efur off. For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. (please; Hark! by the sound of druin, you may perceive What is the trust or strength of foolish man? Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. They, that of late were daring with their scoffs, 5
[Here beut an English march, 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. An alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the rest.
(French march. Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! Now, in the rereward, comes the duke, and his; This is a double honour, Burgundy :
10 Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind. Yet, heaven have glory for this victory! Summon a parley, we will talk with him. Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
[Trumpets sound a parley. Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Enter the Duke of Burgundy, marching. Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. (now: Dau. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.
Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle 15 Burg: Who craves a parleywith the Burgundy I think her old familiar is asleep: [gleeks: Pucel. The princely Charles of France, thy Now where's the Bastard's braves,and Charles his
countryman. [marching hence. What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief, Burg. What say'st thou, Charles? for I ain That such a valiant company are fled.
Dau. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with Now will we take some order in the town, 201
[France! Placing therein some expert officers;
Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of And then depart to Paris, to the king;
Stay, let thy humble hand-maid speak to thee. For there young Henry, with his nobles, lies. Burg: Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Burg. WhatwilíslordTalbot,pleaseth Burgundy. Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile
Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not torget 25 And seethe cities and the towns defac'd [France, The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, By wasting ruin of the cruel foe! But see his exequies fulfill'd in Roan:
As looks the mother on her lowly babe, A braver soldier never couched lance,
When death doth close his tender dying eyes, A gentler heart did never sway in court: See, see, the pining małady of France; But kings, and mightiest potentates, must dic: 50 Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, For that's the end of human misery. (Exeunt. Which thou thyself hast given her woeful breast! SCENE III.
On, turn thy edged sword another way; The same. The Plain near the City. strikethose that hurt, and hurt not those that help! Enter the Dauphin, Bastard, Alençon, and Joan Onedropofblood, drawnfromthycountry'sbosom, la Pucelle.
35 Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign Pucel. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Returnthec,therefore, with a flood oftears, (gore; Nor grieve that Roan is so recovered:
And wash away thy country's stained spots! Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
Burg. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her For things that are not to be remedy'd. Or nature makes me suddenly relent. [words, Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while, 10 Pucel. Besides,all French and France exclaims And like a peacock sweep along his tail ; Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. (on thee, We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, Whom join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation, If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul'd. Chat will not trust thee, but for profit's sake?
Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto, When Talbot hath set footing once in France, And of thy cunning had no diffidence; 145 And fashion'd thec that instrument of ill, One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. Who then, but English Henry, will be lord,
Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive ? And we will make thee famous through the world. Callweto mind,--and mark but this, forproof;
Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe? And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; 50 and was he not in England prisoner? Employ thce then, sweet virgin, for our good. But, when they heard he was thine enemy, Pucel. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan They set him free, without his ransom paid, devise:
In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends. By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, See then! thou tighi'st against thy countrymen, We will entice the duke of Burgundy 153 And join'st with thein will be thy slaughter-men. To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.
Come,come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord; Dau. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. France were no place for Henry's warriors ; Burg. Iam vanquish'd; these haughtywords of Nor should that nation boast it so with us, Have batter'd melikeroaring cannon-shot, [hers But be extirped' from our provinces. [France, 6c And made me almost yield upon my knees.
Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd? from Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! And not have title of an earldom here. [work, and, lords, accept this hearty kind enibrace: Pucel. Your honours shall perceive how I will My forces and my power of men are yours; : To extirp is to root out, ? i. e. expelled,
So, farewell, Talbot ; I'll no longer trust thee. I do remember how my father said,
(us tresh. Long since we were resolved of your truth,
Dau. Now let us on, my lords, and join our Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts, And seek how we may prejudice the foe.[Exeunt. We here create you earl of Shrewsbury;
10 And in our coronation take your place. SCENE IV.
[Exeunt King, Glo. Tal. Paris. An Apartment in the Paluce.
Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sca, Enter King Henry, Gloster, Vernon, Basset, &'c. Disgracing of these colours 'that I wear To them Talbot, with Soldiers.
In honour of my noble lord of York,Tal. My gracious prince, and honourable 15 Dar'st thoumaintain theformerwordsthouspak’si? Hearing of your arrival in this realm, (peers,
Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage I have a while given truce unto my wars,
The envious barking of your saucy tongue To do my duty to my sovereign:
Against my lord, the duke of Sonierset. In sign whereof, this arm—that hath reclaim'd Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. To your obedience filty fortresses,
20 Bus. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that. Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,-
[Strikes him. Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms And, with submissive loyalty of heart,
is such, Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,
25fThat, who so draws a sword", 'tis present death; First to my God, and next unto your grace.
Or else this blow should broach thydearest blood. K. Henry. Is this the lord Talbot, uncleGloster, But I'll unto his majesty, and crave That hath so long been resident in France? I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. When thou shalt see, I'll met thee to thy cost. K. Henry. Welcome, brave captain, and vicio-30. Ver. Well,iniscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; rious lord!
And, after, meet you sooner than you would. When I was young, (as yet I am not old,)
А СТ IV.
Tal. Shame to the dukeof Burgundy and thee!
I vow'd, base knight, when I did meetthee next, Paris. A Room of State.
To tear the garter from thy craven's leg. Enter King Henry, Gloster, Winchester, York, 40
[plucking it off Suffolk, Somerset, Warwick, Tulbot, Exeter, Which I have done) because unworthily and Governor of Paris.
Thou wast installed in that high degree.. Glo. Lobisdrop, set the crown upon his head. Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest : God Henry
This dastard, at the battle of Pataie", the sixth!
45 When but in all I was six thousand strong, Glo. Now,governor of Paris, take your oath, And that the French were almost ten to one, -That you elect no other king but hiin:
Before we met, or that a stroke was given, Esteein none friends, but such as are his friends ; Like to a trusty squire, did run away; And none your foes, but such as shall pretend In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; Malicious practices against his state: 50 Myself, and divers gentlemen beside, This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! Were there surpriz’d, and taken prisoners. Enter Sir John Fastolfe.
Then judge, great lords, if I have done ainiss; Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Or whether that such cowards ought to wear To haste unto your coronation, [Calais, This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
55. Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. And ill beseeming any common man;
Dr. Johnson on this passage observes, that the inconstancy of the French was always the subject of satire; and adds, that he has read a dissertation written to prove that the index of the wind upon our steeples was made in form of a cock, to ridicule the French for their frequent changes. ' i. e rewarded. This was the badge of a rose, and not an officer's scarf. *i. e. in the court, or in the presence-chamber. 'i.e. design, or intend. Poictiers has been used by some of the editors; but this gross blunder must be probably imputed to the players or transcribers; for the battle of Poictiers was fought in the year 1357, the 31st of king Edward lil. and the scene now lies in the 7th year of the reign of king Henry VI. viz. 1428. The action of which Shakspeare is now speaking, happened (according to Holinshed “neere unto a village in Beausse called Pataie,”whichwe should read insteadof Poictiers. "From this battell (adds the same historian) departed without anie stroke stricken, Sir John Fastolfe, the same ycere by his valiantlesse elected into the order of the garter. But for doubt of misdealing at this brunt, the duke of Bedford tooke from him the image of St. George and his garter,” &c.
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. And wherefore crave you combat: or with whom?
Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done Knights of the garter were of noble birth;
me wrong. Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty' courage,
Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me wrong. Such as were grown to credit by the wars; 5 K. Henry. What is that wrong whereof you Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
both complain? But always resolute in most extremes.
First let me know, and then I'll answer you. He then, that is not furnished in this sort, Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France, Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, Profaning this most honourable order; 10 Upbraided me about the rose I wear; And should (if I were worthy to be judge) Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. When stubbornly he did repugn' the truth, K. Henry. Stain to thy countrymen! thou About a certain question in the law, hear'st thy doom:
15 Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him; Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight; With other vile and ignominious terms: Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death. In confutation of which rude reproach,
[Erit Fastolfe. And in defence of my lord's worthiness, And now, my lord protector, view the letter I crave the benefit of law of arins. Sent from our uncle dukc' of Burgundy. 20 Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord ; Glo. What means his grace, that he hath For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit, chang'd his style?
To set a gloss upon his bold intent, No more, but plain and bluntly,—To the king? Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him;
[Reading And he first took exceptious at this badge, Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign? 25 Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower Or doth this churlish superscription
Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. Pretend ? some alteration in good will?
York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? What'shere.--I have,upon especialcause, [Reads. Som. Yourprivate grudge, my lord of York, will Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck, Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. (out, Together reith the pitiful complaints
130 K. Henry. Good Lord! what madness rules Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
in brain-sick men; Forsaken your pernicious faction, [France. When, for so slight and frivolous a cause, And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of Such factious emulations shall arise ! O monstrous treachery! Can this be so; Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, That in alliance, ainity, and oaths, [guile: 35 Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. There should be found such false dissembling
York. Let this dissention first be try'd by tight, K. Henry. What! doth-my uncle Burgundy And then your highness shall command a peace. revolt?
[foe. Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. K. Henry. Is that the worst, this letter doth 40 York. There is my pledge; acceptit, Somerset. contain?
Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. Bas. Confirin it so, mine honourable lord ! K. Henry. Why then, lord Talbot there shall Glo. Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife! talk with him,
And perish ye, with your audacious prate! And give him chastisement for this abuse :- 45 Presumptuous vassals! are you not asham'd, My lord, how say you are you not content? With this immodest clamorous outrage Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am To trouble and disturb the king and us? prevented,
And you, my lords,-methinks, you do not well, I should have begg'dI might have been employ'd. To bear with their perverse objections; K. Henry. Then gather strength, and marcho Much less, to take occasion from their mouths unto him straight:
To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves; Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason; Let me persuade you take a better course. And what offence it is, to flout his friends. Exe. It grieves his highness; Good my lords, Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still,
[combatants : You maybehold confusion of your foes. [ExitTal. 55 K. Henry. Come hither, you that would be Enter Vernon, and Basset.
Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour, Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign! Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause. Bas. Andme,mylord, grant me the combat too! And you, my lords-remember where we are; York.This is my servant;Hear him,noble prince! In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: Som. And this is mine; Sweet Henry,favour himn!60 If they perceive dissention in our looks, K. Henry. Be patient, lords, and give them leave And that within ourselves we disagree, to speak.
How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim: To wilful disobedience, and rebel? ! i. e. high. *To pretend seems to be bere used in its Latin sense, i. e. to hold out. i.e. resist.