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than a general petition of monarcha. Here comes
your father.

Enter the Frenoh Kivo and Qubkn, Bukoundt,
Bedford, Qlobter, Exbtbb, WiasTMOiusLAAD,
and other French and English Lords.

Bur, God save your majesty I my royal cousin,
teach you our princess English ?

K, Hen, I would have her learn, my fidr cousin,
how perfectly I love her ; and that it good English.

Bur. b she not apt ?

^ K. Hen. Oar tongue is rough, oox; and my con-
dition is not smootli ; so that, having neither the
voice nor the heart of flattery about me, I cannot
10 conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he will
appear in his true likeness.

Bur, Pardon the fhmkness of my mirth, if I
answer you for that. If j^ou would oomure in her,
Tou most make a cirde : if ooi^ure up love in her
in his true likeness, be must appear naked and
blind : Can yon bhunt her. then, being a maid yet



rosed over with the virgm enmson of modesty, if
she deny the appearance of a naked blind boy in
her naked seeing self ? It were, my lord, a hard
condition for a maid to consign to.

K, Hen. Yet they do wink, and yield ; as love
is blind, and enforces.

Bur, They are then excosed, my lord, when
they see not what they do.

A. Hen, Then, good my lord, teaob yoor ooosin
to consent winkine.

^tir. I will wink on her to oonsent, my^ lord, it
you will teach her to know my meaning: tor
maids, well summered and warm kept, are like
flies at Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have
their eyes ; and then ther will endure handling,
which before would not abide looking on.

K. Hen. This moral ties me over to time, and
a hot summer; and so I shall catch the fly, your
C0U.SU1, in the latter end, and she must be blind
too.

Bur, As love is, my lord, before it loves.

K. Hen, It is so ; and you may, some of you,
thank love for my blindness; who cannot see
many a fair fVench city, for one fiur French maid
that stands in my way.

Fr, King, Yes, my lord, yon see them per-
spectively, the cities tumea into a maid ; for they
are sil girdled with maiden walls, that war hatn
never entered.

K. Hen. Shall Kate be my wife?

Fr, King, So please you

K, Hen, I am content ; so the maiden cities yo«
talk of may wait on her : so the maid that stood
in the way of my wish shall show me the vray to
my will.

F¥. King, We have consented to all tsrms of
reason.

K, Hen, Is*t so, my lords of England?

WeeL The king hath granted every article*
His daughter, first ; and then, in sequel, all.
According to their firm proposed natures.

Exe, Only, he hath not yet subscribed this i—
Where your majesty demands, -That the King of
France, having any occasion to write for matter
of grant, shall name your highness in this form,
and with this addition, in French, — Notre tree
cherflh Hemy, row dAngleterre^ hhitier de Franoe;
and thus in Latm^— /VcectomsMiius fiUue noeter
Henricue, rex AngUce^ et haree Francue,

FV. Kmg, Nor this I have not, brother, s
denied,
But yoor request shall make me let it pass.

K, Hen. I pray you then, in love and dear
alliance.
Let that one article rank with the rest :
A\n^, thercnpon, give me your daughter.

FV. King. Take her, £sir son; and from her
blood raise up
Issoe to me: that the contending kingdoms
Of France and England, whose "werf ahoret look

pale
With envy of each otherls happmeet,
May cease their hatred ; and this dear oonjanotion
Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
His bleeding sword twixt England and £Eur Franoe.

AU. Amen!

K, Hen, Now welcome, Kate:— end bear me
witness all,
That here I kiss her as my torereign qneen.

[Flouriah.

Q, lea. Gk>d, the best maker of all marriages.
Combine yoor hearts in one, your realms in one i
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As man and wi^, being two, are one in love.
So be there *twixt yonr kingdoms euch a spousal,
Tliat never may ill office, or fell jealousy,
Wliich troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage.
Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms,
To make divorce of their incorporate league;
That English may as French, French Englishmen,
Reoeive each otlier i— God apeak this Amea t



JU, Amen I

K. Ben, Prepare we for our marrtef^e;- on
which day.
My lord of Burgundy, well take your oath.
And all the peers', for surety of our leagues.
Then shall 1 swear to Kate, and you to me;
And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be .



CHORUS.



Thus (kr, with rouprh and all nnable pen,

Our bending author has pursued the story;
In little room oonfinine mighty men,

Mangling by starts the full coarse of their glory.
Small tune, but in that small, most greatly liv'd

This star of England : fortune made his sword ;
By which the world's boit garden he achiev'd,

And of it left his son imperial lord.



Henry the Sixth, in infiint bands crowned king

Of France and England, did this king sucoMd,
Whose state so many had the managing,

That they lost France, and made his England
bleed :
Which oft our stage hath shown ; and, for their

sake.
In your fair minds let this acceptance take.



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DRAMATIS PERSONjE.



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M m HBintTTL

• of ffLOSTER, oneto to tho Klaf . ftad Protootor.

Dako of BEDFORD, OBclo to tho Xlnc ud BogoDt of

Franco.

nOMAB BSAUFORT. Doke of BsoUr, gno* nolo to tko

King.

BIHST BSATTFOST, groat nado to tho dif, Blihop of

Wlnchoitor, and aftarwarda GardlaaL

JOBH BEAUFORT. Earl of Bononol ; aftorwarda

Duko.

UOHARD FLAHTAOEHET, oldort MB of Richard, lata

BailofOaahrldco: aftorwards Dako of York.

Earl of WARWICK.

Earl or 8AU8BI7RT.

Earl of SUFFOLK.

SiOrd TALBOT, afterwards Earl of ShrowAvy.



JOHN TALBOT, MO to Lord Talbot.

A Lawyer.
FA81^



BDICVRD MOR'.

Mortliaor'i



TiMELEarto
iiaor'i Koopor.



fir JOHN FASTOLFI.

Sir WILLIAM LUCT.

rWILLLAM OLAMSDALB.



■GBHB.-.Fkrtlj IB Ingtand



nr TR01CA8 OABORATI,

Mayor of London.

W OODVILLE. Llevtooant of tho TOwor.

VERNON, of tho White Roee, or York, factloa.

BASSET, of the Rod Roao. or Lancaster faction.

OHARLESjbanphln, and afterwards King of Franot^

RKTfllfrBR, Dnko of An|oii, and Tltvtar King of

Doko of BUROUNDT.

Doko of ALENOON.

OoTomor of Paris.

Bastard of ORLEANS.

Mkotor-Gonner of Orleans, and his Boa.

QoBoral of the French Forces in Bonrdean&

A French Sergeant. A Porter.

epherd. flUher to Joan La Pncella.
r, dangntor to Retcnler ; afterwards
married to Kingffenry.
Conntoas of AUYEROin.
JOAH LA PVCELLE, commonly called Joan of Are.
Friends appearing to La PnoeUe, Lords, Warders of Um
Tower, ueralds, Ol&cen, Soldiers, Memsengers, and
soVoral Attendants, both OA tho SBili "^

and partly In Fraaoo.



An old Shepherd, ft
KARaARET. danghu



ACTL



SCENE L— Westminster Abbej^.

DwBL March, Corpte of King Henbt Y. du-
eoveredy lying in state ; attended on by the Dakea
of Bedford, Gloster, and Ezbtbr ; the Earl
of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchester,
BenidBj Se*

Bed, Hung be the hearens with black, jield
day to night I
Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky ;
And with them scoarge the bad revolting start,
That have consented unto Henry's death !
Kinff Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long I
EngXai.d ne er lost a king of so much worth.

Olo, England ne'er had a king until bis time.
Virtue he had, deserving to oommand :
His brandi»h*d sword did blind men with his

beams;
His arms spread wider than a dragonls wings :
His sparklmg eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
More dazzled and drove back hb enemies,
Than mid-day sun, fierce bent again their faces.
What should I sa^? his deeds exceed all speech :
He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.

Exe, We mourn in black: Why mourn we not
in blood?
Henry is dead, and never shall revive s
Upon a wooden coffin we attend ;
And death's diihooourable victory



We with our stately presence glorify,
Like captives bound to a triumphant ear.
What I shall we curse the planets of mishap,
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ?
Or shall we think the sublle-witted French
Conjurers and sorcerers, tliat, afraid of him.
By magic verses have contriv'd his end ?

Win, He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
Unto the French the dreadful judgment-day
So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
The battles of the Lord of Hosts he fought:
The church's prayers made him so prosperous.

Olo. The church I wliereisit? Had not churcli-
men oray'd.
His thread of life had not so soon decay'd ;
None do ^on like but an effeminate prince,
Whom, like a school-boy, yon may over-awe.

Win, Gloster, whate er we like, thou art pro>
tector;
And lookest to command the prince and realm.
Tliy wife is proud ; she holdeth thee in awe,
More than Qod or religious churchmen may.

Olo, Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh ;
And ne%r throughout the year to church then

gost,
Exceot it be to pray against thy foes.

Bed, Cease, cease these jars, and rest your
minas in peace I
IaVb to the altar :— Heralds, wait on us >~
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7>itice arms RTail not, now that Henry^s dead.

Posterity, await for wretched years,

When at their mothers' moistened eyes babes shall

suck;
Oar isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
And none but women left to wail the dead.
Henry the Fifth 1 thy ghost 1 invocate ;
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils I
GomtMit with adverse planets in the heavens I
A far more glorious star thy soul will make,
Than Jolius Cssar, or bright

Enter a Messenger.

Mess, My honourable lords, health to you all I
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture :
Guienne, Charapaigne, Rheims, Orleans,
Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.

Bed, What say'st thou, man, before dead
Henry's corse?
Speak softly ; or the loss of those great towns
Will make him burst \m lead, and rise from death.

Oh. Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
If Henry were reeall'd to life again,
These news would cause him once more yield the
ghost

Exe, How were they lost? what treachery was
usVi?

MesB. No treachery; but want of men and
money.
Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,^
That here you maintain several factions;
And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and

fought,
You are disputing of ^our generals.
One would have lingering wars, with little cost;
Another would fiy swift, but wanteth wings;
A third man thinks, without expense at all.
By guileful &ir words peace may be obtain'd.
Awake, awake, English nobility!
Let not sloth dim your honours^ new-begot :
Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces m your arms;
Of England's ooat one half is cut away.

Exe, Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
These tidings would call forth her flowing tides.

Bed, Me they concern ; regent I am of France :
Gire me my steeled coat, 111 fight for France.
Away with these disgraceful wailing robes I
Wounds will I lend the French, instead of eyes,
To weep their intermissive miseries.

Enter another Messenger.

2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, foU of bod
mischance :
France is revolted from the English quite ;
Except some petty towns of no import:
The Dauphin Charles is crowned kmg in Rheims ;
The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd ;
Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part ;
The Duke of AleuQon flieth to his side.

Eaee. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him I
O, whither shall we fly from this reproach ?

Qlo, We will not fly, but to our enemief'
throats : —
Bedford, if thou be slack. 111 fight it out.

Bed, Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forward-
ness?
An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
Wherewith already France is overrun.

Enter a third Messenger.

9 Mess. My graoiom lords,— to add to your



VI.-PART I,
Wherewith you now bedew King Henrys

hearse, —
I must inform you of a dismal fight
Ldtwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.

Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is'tio?

3 Mess. 0, no; wherein Lord Talbot was
o'erthrown :
The circumstance 111 tell you more at large.
The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,
Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
Having full scarce six thousand in his troopu
By three-and-twenty thousand of tlie French
Was round encompassed and set upon:
No leisure had he to enrank his men ;
He wanted pikes to set before his archers:
Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pi uck'd out of hedges,
They pitched in the ground confusedly.
To Keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
More than three hours the fight continued ;
Where valiant Talbot, above human thought,
Enacted wonders with his sword and lance.
Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand bim ;
Here, there, and everywhere, enrag'd he slew :
The French excUim'd, The devil was in arms ;
All the whole army stood asrsz'd on him :
His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,
A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amam.
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
Here had the conmiest fully been seal'd up.
If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward *
He, being in the vaward (piac'd behind.
With purpose to relieve and follow them),
Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
Hence grew the general wrack and massacre;
Enclosed were they with their enemies :
A base Walloon to win the dauphin's grace.
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back ;
Whom all France, with their chief assembled

strength.
Durst not presume to look once in the face.

Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
For living idly here, in pomp and ease,
Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto his dastard foemen is betrayed.

3 Mess. O no, he lives ; but is took prisoner,
And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford -
Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took, likewise.

Bed, His ransom there is none but I shall pay :
111 hale the dauphin headlong from hb throne, —
His crown shall be the ransom of my friend ;
Four of their lords 111 change for one of ours.
Farewell, niy masters ; to my task will I;
Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make.
To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take.
Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.

3 Mess. So yon had need, for Orleans is besieged;
The English army is grown weak and faint :
The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply.
And hardly keeps his men from mutmj.
Since tboy, so few, watch such a mulutude.

Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry
sworn,
Either to quell the dauphin utterly.
Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

Bed. I do rememb«:r it; and here take my leave.
To go about my preparation. [EbbsL

Qlo. Ill to the Tower, with all the baste I can,
To view the artillery and munition;
And then I will proclaim young Henry king.

Exe. To Eltham will I. wheretheyonngkinga,
Being ordain'd his special govemoi;



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And for hia safetr thare 111 best devise. [ExiU
Win^ Eacli hath Iijs place and fanction to attend :
I am left out ; for me nothing remains.
Bat long I will not be Jack-out-of-office;
The king from Eltham I intend to send,
And ut at chiefest stem of pablio weal.

[Exit, Sctnedoeei.

SCENE II.'-France. Btfore Orleans.

Enter Charles, with hu Forces; Albn^oh,
Keiovieb, and others.

Ohar. Mars hia tme moving, eren aa in the
heavens.
So in the earth, to this daj is not known :
Late did he shine apon the English side;
Now we are victors, apon us he smiles.
What towns of any moment but we have?
At pleasure here we lie near Orleans ;
Otherwhiles, the fkmish'd English, like paleghosts,
Faintlj besiege as one hour in a month.

AUn. The J want their porridge and their fat
bull-beeves:
Either they most be dieted like mules.
And have their provender tied to their months,
Or piteous thej will look, like drowned mice.

Seig. Let's raise the siege: why live we idly
here?
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear :
Remaineth none but mad-brain *d Salisbury;
And he may well m fretting spend his gall.
Nor men nor money hath he to make war.

Char. Soand, sound alarum ; we will rush on
them.
Now for the honour of the forlorn French : —
Him I forgive my death that kiileth me.
When he sees me go back one foot, or fly.

[Exeunt,

Alarttmt, They are beaten back by the English^ with
great lote. Reenter Chablbs, ALENgoH, Rbio-
msa^ and othen,

Ohar. Who ever saw the like? what men have
I?-.
Dogal cowards ! dastardsl— I would ne'er have fled,
But that they left me midst my enemies.

Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
He fighteth aa one weary of bis life.
The other lords, like lions wanting food,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

AJen. Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
England all Olivers and Rowlands bred
During the time Edward the Third did reign.
More truly now may this be verified ;
For none bat Samsons, and Qoliasses,
It sendeth forth to skirmbh. One to ten!
Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e*er suppose
Th^ had such courage and audacity ?

Onwr. Let's leave this town ; for they are liair
brainM slavea.
And honffer will enforce them to be more eager :
Of old I know them ; rather with their teeth
The walls theyll tear down than forsake the siege.

B»g, I think, by some odd gimmers or device.
Their arms are set like docks, still to strike on;
Else ne*er could they hold out so as they do.
By my consent, well even let them alone.

Jian. Beitio.

Enter ihe Bastard of Oblbaxs.

Ilaif. Where's the prince dauphin? Ihayeaews

for him.
Char Bastard of Orleans, thrice waloome tons.



VL— PAHT I. 467

Boat. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer
apiaird;
Ehth the late overthrow wrought this offence?
Be not dismay 'd, for succour is at hand :
A holy maid hither with me I bring.
Which, hy a vision sent to her from heaven,
Ordained is to raise this tedious siege.
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome ,
Wliat's past and what's to come, she can descry.
Speak, shall 1 call her in ? Believe my words,
For they are certain and unfallible,

Char. Go, call her in [Exit Bastard] : But, first
to try her skill,
Reignier, stand thou as dauphin in my place :
Question her proudly, let thy looks fafe stem : —
By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.

[Helirei.

Enter La Pucbllb, Bastard of Obiaams, and
others.

Reig. Faur maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrons
feats? • [me?

Puc Reignier, ist thou that thinkest to beguile
Where is the dnuphin? — come, come from behind ;
I know thee well, though never seen bet ore.
Be not amaz'd. there's nothing hid from me :
In private will 1 talk with thee apart ;—
Stand back you lords, and give us leave awhile.
Eeig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
Fuc Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's
daughter^
My wit untrain'd m any kind of art
Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd
To shine on my contemptible estate :
Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs.
And to sun's parchmx heat displayed my cheeks,
God'k mother deigned to appear to me ;
And, in a vision full of majesty,
WUrd me to leave my base vocation,
And free my country from calamity :
Her aid she promised and assured success .
In complete glory she revealed herself;
And, whereas I was black and swart before.
With those clear rays which she intus'd on me,
Tliat beauty am I blessed with which you may see.
Ask me wtiat question thou canst possible,
And I will answer unpremeditated :
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st.
And thou shalt find that 1 exceed my sex.
Resolve on this : Thou shalt be fortunate
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high
terms;
Only this proof 111 of thy yalour make, —
In single combat thon shalt buckle with me:
And It thon vanquishest thy words are true ;
Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
Phc I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd
sword,
Deck'd with fine flower-de-luces on each side ;
The which, at Touraine, in St Klatharine's church-
yard,
Ont of a frcat deal off old Iron I chose forth.
Char. Then come, o' God's name, 1 fear no

woman.

Pttc And, while I live. 111 ne'er fly from a man.

[ Theyjight, and La Pucellb overamei.

Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon,

And fightcist with the sword of Deborah.

ISto. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too

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Ch(xr, Whofl*er helpt thee, 'tis thuu that must
help me:
Impatiently 1 burn with thy desire:
My heart and hands thon hast at once subdued
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so.
Let me thy servant, and not sovereign, be ;
Tis the French dauphin sueth to thuo thus.

Pvc I must not yield to any rites of love,
For my profession^ sacred fr(»m above:
When 1 have chased all thy foes from hence.
Then will I think upon a recompense.

Cluar, Meantime^ look gracious on thy prostrate
thrall.

Bag. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.

JloL Doubtless, he shrives this woman to her
smock;
Else ne*er could he so long protract his speech.

Btig. (Shall we dbtnrb hmi, since he keeps no
mean?

AUn, He may mean more than we poor men do
know:
Ibeee women are shrewd tempters with their
tongues.

Beig. My lord, where are ypn? what devise yon
on?
Shall we give over Orleans, or no?

Puc, Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants !
Fight till the last gasp, 1 will be your guard.

CAar. Whatshesays ni confirm ; well fight itout,

Puc. Assign'd am 1 to be the English scourge.
Thb night the siege assuredly 111 raise :
Expect ^aiiit Martinis summer, halcyon days,
Since I have entered into these wars.
Glpry is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceasetli to enlarge itself,
rill, bv broad spreading, it disperse to nought
With Ilenry's death the English circle ends ;
Dispersed are the glories it included.
Now am I like that proud insulting ship
Which Caesar and his fortunes bare at once.

Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
Thon witii an eagle art inspired then.
Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall n doMm on the earth.
How may I reverently worship thee enough?

AloL Leave off delays, and let uh raise the siege.

Rag, Woman, do what thou canst to save our
honours ;
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortalized.

Char, Presently we'll try : — Come, let's away
about it :
No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.

[Exeunt,

SCENE in.— London- EiU before the Toioer.

EnteTf at the gates, the Duke of Glosteb, vrUh his
Serving-men in blue coatM,

Olo, I am come to survey the Tower this day :
Since Henrv's death, 1 fear there is conveyance.
Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
Open the gates ; 'tis Gloster that calls.

[Servants knock*
1 Ward, [WUhiru] Who's there that knocks so
imperiously?

1 8erv. It I* the noble Duke of Gloster.

2 tVard, [ Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not

be let in. [tor?

1 Serv, Villains, answer yon so the lord proteo-
1 Ward, [ WiUun.] The Lord protect him l so we

answer him :
We do no otherwise than we are willed.



VI.— PART I.

Cflo, Who willed yon f or whose wiD stands hot
mine?
There's none protector of the realm bnt I.
Break op the gates, I'll be vour warrantize:
Shall 1 be flouted thos by dunghill grooms ?

Servants rush at the Tbwer gates. Enter to the
gates, Woodville, the Lieatenant.

Wood. [WitMn] What noise is this? what

traitors have we here?
Olo. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
Open the gates; here's Gloster that would enter.
Wood, [WitJiin.] Have patience, noble duke; 1
may not open ;
The Cardinal of Winchester forbids :
From him I have express commandment,
That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in.
Oh, Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him Yore
me?
Arrogant Winchester ? that haughty prelate.
Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er eonld

brook?
Thon art no friend to God, or to the king :
Open the gates, or 111 shut thee out shortly.

I Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector;
Or well burst them open, if that you come not
quickly.

EnterWtBiQBEaTEnfattendedbyatrainqfQeamxiU
in tawny coats.

Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey ? what
means this ?

OUk Peel'd priest, dost thon command me to be
shutout?

Win, I do, thon most ostn*ping proditor.
And not protector of the king or realm.

Olo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
Thon that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord ;
Thou that giv'st whores indulgonces to sin :
111 canvass thee in th^ broad cardinal!s hat,
If thon proceed in this tbv insolence.

Win. Nay, stand thon back, I will not bndge a
foot;
This be Damascus, be thon cursed Cain,
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.



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