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Here will I sit before the walls of Kouen,
And will be partner of yoar weal or woe.

Bur, Courageous Bedford, let as now persuade

Bed, Not to be gone from hence ; for once I read,
That stoat Pendragon, in his litter, sick,
Came to the field, and vanquished his foes:
Methinks I should revive the soldiers* hearts,
Because I ever found them as mpAL

TaL Undaunted spirit in a dyin^ breast I—
Then be it so : Heavens keep old Bedford safe ! -
And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
But gather we our forces out of lutnd,
And set upon our boasting ijiemy.

[Exeunt Bdrou.ndy, Talbot, and Forees,
leaving Bedford and otfiers.

Alarums: Eoocurskms, Enter Shr Jomc Fastolpe
and a Captain.

Otq^. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in saoh

Fast Whither away? to save myself by flight.
We are like to have an overthrow again.

Cap. What! will you flyandleave Lord Talbot?

Fast. Ay. All the Talbots in the world to save

my life. [Exit,

Cap, Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee I

Retreat: Excursums, Enter, from the town. La
Puoelle, Alenqon, Charles, <fic, and exeant

1 yoa

Bed, Now, quiet soul, depart when Heaven
For I have seen oar enemies* overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man ?
They that of late were daring with their scof&.
Are glad and £un by flight to save themselves.

[Dies, and is carried off in his chair.

Alarum: Enter Talbot, Buroundt, and others.

TbL Lost, and recovered in a day again I
This is a doable honour, Burgundy :
Yet, Heavens have glory for this victory !

Bur, Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Enshrines thee in his heart ; and there erects
Thy noble deeds, as valoar*s monuments.

TaL Thanks, gentle duke. Bat where is Pacelle
I think her old familiar is asleep:
Now Where's the Bastard'k braves, and Charles his

What, all a-mort? Boaen hangs her head for grief
That such a valiant company ars fled.
Now will we take some order in the town,
Placing therein some expert officers;
And then depart to Paris to the king ;
For there yoang Henry, vrith his nobles, lies.

Bur, What wills Lord Talbot nieaseth Bargandy

TaL But yet, before we go, let's not forget
The noble Dake of Bedford, late deoeas'd.
But see bis exequies fulfilled in Ronen ;
A braver soldier never couched lance,
A gentler heart did never sway in oonrt:
But kings and mightiest potentates mast die;
For that's the end of human misery^ ^ [Exeunt.

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SCENE in.— 3*%e«ain«. The Plains near OuCiiif.

EnUr Chableb, the Bastard, Alebqoh, La
POOEIXE, and Forces.

Pue. Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
Nor grieve that Rouen is so reeoTered :
Care is no core, but rather corrosiTe,
For things that are not to be remedied.
Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,
4.nd like a peacock sweep along his tail :
Well pull his plumes, and take away his tram,
If dauphin and the rest will be bat ruled.

Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto
And of thy cunning had no diffidence ;
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust

Bast, Search out thy wit for secret policies.
And we will make thee famous through the world.

Al^n, Well set thy statue in some noly place,
And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed samt ;
Employ thee, then, sweet virgin, for our good.

iVc Then thus it must be; this doth Joan dd^ise:
By fidr persuasionsMnix'd with sugared words.
We Mrill entice the Duke of Burgundy
To leave the Talbot and to follow us.

Char, Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
France were no place for Henry^ warriors }
Nor should that nation boast it so with as.
Bat be exdrped from oar provinces.

Alen. For evelr should they be ezpola'd from
And not have title of an earldom here.

Pue. Tour honours shall perceive bow I will work,
To bring this matter to the wished end.

[Drums heard.
Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.

Am English March. Enter, and pass over at a
distance^ l^AiM/t and Ms Forces,

There goes the Talbot, vrith his colours spread;
And all the troops of English after him.

A French Uanh. Enter Vie Dake of Bubgundt
and Forces.

Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and his ;
Fortane, in favour makes him lag behind.
Sommon a parley, we will talk with him.

{A parley soiuniod.
Char. A parley with the Duke of Burgundy.
Bwr, Who crayes a parley with the Burgundy?
Pvo, The princely Charles of France, thy ooun-

Bm WW say'kt thoo, Charles? for I am

marching hence.
Ch4xr. Speak, Pacelle ; and enchant him with thy

Puo, Brave Bargnndy, nndoobted hope of
France I
Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
6ur, Speak on ; but be not over-tedious.
Pvc Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
And see the cities and the towns de£ao*d
^y wasting rain of the crael foe I
Aj looks the mother on her lowly babe.
When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
See, see, the pining malady of France ;
Behold the wound;*, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thoa thyself hast given her woeful breast!
O, torn thy edged sword another way ;
Strike those that hart, and hurt not those that help 1
Onedrop of blood, drawn from thy oountry*s bosom.
Should grieve thae moiB than streams of foreign


Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears.
And wash away thy ooantry's stained spots!

Bur. Either she hath bewitched me with h«r
Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

Pue. Besides all French and France exclaim
on thee,
Doubtmg thy birth and lawfbl proseny.
Who join*st thou with, but with a lordly nation,
That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?
When Talbot hath set footing once in France,
And (ashion'd thee that instrument of ill.
Who then, but English Harry, will be lord.
And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
Call we to mind.— and mark but this, for proofs—
Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
And was he not in England prisoner?
But, when they heard he Mras thine enemy.
They set him free, without his ransom paid.
In spite of Bargnndy and all his friends.
See, then ! thou fi^ht'st asainst thy countrymen,
And join*8t with tnem will be thy slaughtermen.
Come, come, return ; return, thou wandering lord ;
Charles and the rest will take thee in thehr arms.

Bwr, I am yanquish'd ; these haughty words ol
Haye battered me, like roaring oannon-sbot,
And made me almost 3rield upon my knees.
Forgive me, oountiTj and sweet countrymen I
And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
My forces and my power of men are yours ;
So, £srewell, Talbot: 111 no longer trost thee.

Pmo, Done like a Frenchman; turn, and torn

Char, Welcome, brave dokel thy friendship
makes us fresh.

Bast. And doth beget new courage hi our breasta.

Alen. Pacelle hath bravely play*d her part in
And doth deserve a coronet of gold.

Char, Now let us on, my lords, and Join our
And seek how we may prejudice the foe.

SCENE IT.— Paris. A Boom in the Pdaoe,

Enter King Henst, Qlosteb, and other Lords.
Vernon, Basset, &c 2b them Talbot, and
soms Q^^ Officers.

TaL My gracious jyrince, and honourable peer%
Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
I have awhile given truce unto my wars.
To do my doty to my sovereign :
In sign whereof, this arm,— that hath reclttm*d
To your obedience fifty fortresses.
Twelve dties, and seven walled towns of strengtii.
Besides five hundred prisoners of esteem, —
Lets fall bis sword before your highness* feet;
And, with submissive loyalty of heart, ^
Ascribes the glory of his conquest got.
First to my Uod, and next unto your grace.

K. Hen. Is this the Lord Talbot, ande Glostar,
That hath so long been resident in France?

Cflo. Yes, if it please your roigesty, my liege.

K, Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victoriooi
When I was young (as yet I am not old],
1 do remember how my father said
A stouter champion never handled sword.
Long since we were resolved of your truUi,
Your (Suthful service, and your toil in war;
Tet never have yoa tasted our reward. [^

Or been rmerdonM with so much as thanks,
Because till now we never saw yoar face :
Therefore, stand ap ; and, for these good deserts.
We here create yon Earl of Shrewsbury;
And in our coronation take yourplace.

[Eaoeunt King Uemrt, Glo, Tal., onJ Nobles.

Ver, Now, sir, to 70a, that were so hot at sea,
Disgracing of these colours that I wear
In honour of my noble lord of York, —
Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak^st?

Bag. Yes, sir ; as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your saucy tongue
AjaJMt my lord, the Duke of ISomerset

VI.— PART I. 409

Ver, Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.

Bom, Why, what is he? as good a man as York.

Ver, Hark ye; not so; in vritness take ve that.
[Striies hinu

Bas. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such
That whoso draws a sword 'tis present death,
Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
1 may have liberty to venge this vrrong;
When thou sbalt see V\\ meet thee to tiij cost.

Ver, Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you ;
And, after, meet jou, sooner than you would.


SCENE L— Paris. A Boom 0/ State.

Enter King Henrt, Glostbb, Exetbk, York,
SOPPOLK, Somerset, Winchester, Warwick,
Talbot, the Governor qf Paris, and others.

Olo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
Wm. God save King Henry, of that name the

OUk Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,—
[Governor kneeU,
That yon elect no other kinc bm him :
Esteem none friends but such as are hit frienda;
And none your foes but such as shall pretend
Malicious practices against his state :
This shall ye do, so help you righteous Godt

[£xeimt Governor and hi$ Train,
Enter Sir Jomr Fastolfe.

Mbit, My ^raciooa sovereign, as I rode from
To haste unto your coronation,
A letter was delivered to my hands.
Writ to vour grace from the Duke of Burgundy.

TuL Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee t
I Tow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next.
To tear the garter from thy craven's leg

[Phukmg it off,
jWbich I have done), because unworthily
ThoQ wast installed in that high degree.
Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:
This dastard, at the battle of Patay.
When but in all I was six thousand strong.
And that the French were almost ten to one.
Before we met, or that a stroke was given.
Like to a trusty squire, did run away ;
In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
Ijhrself^ and divers gentlemen beside^
Were there sorpris d and taken prisoners.
Then judge, sreat lords, if I have done amiss;
Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
This ornament of knighthood, vea or no.

Olo, To say the truth, this l^ct was infamous,
And ill-beseeming any common man ;
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.

TaL When first thia order was ordatn'd, my
Knights of the garter were of noble birth ;
Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distresa,
But always resolute hi most extremes.
He then that is not fnmish'd in this sort
Doth bat oaarp the sacred name of knight,
Profiuiing thia moat honourable order;
And should (if I were worthy to be judge)
Be quite deg^ed, like a hedge-bom swam
That doth presaoie to boast of gentle blood.

K, Een. Stain to thy oountrymen I thou hear*st

thy doom I
Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight;
Henceforth we banish thee, on pam of deaUi.—

And now, lord protector, view the letter
Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
Ola, What means his grace, that he bath changed

his style ? 7 Vktomg the mperacriptum.
No more but, plam and bluntly,— *« To the king?"
Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
Or doth this churlish superscrintion
Pretend some alteration in good will?
Whafb here? — ** I have, upon especial cause, —

Mov*d with compassion of my country^ wrack,
Together with the pitiful complaints
Of such as your oppression feeds upon, —
Forsaken vour pernicious faction, [Franoe.**

And join a with Charles, the rightfU King of

monstrous treachery 1 Can this be so;
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,

There should be found such falsedissemblingguile?

K. Hen. Whatl doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?

Olo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe.

K. Ben, Is that the worst this letter doth contain?

Olo, It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.

K. Ben, Why, theUf Lord Talbot there shall
talk with him,
And give him chastisement for this abuse ^—
How sav you, my lord? are you not content?

2bL Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am

1 should nave begg*d I might have been employed.
' K, Ben, Then pither strength, and maron unto

him straight :
Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason;
And what ofience it is to flout his friends.

TaL I go, my lord ; in heart desiring still
Ton may behold confusion of your foes. [Esat,

Enter Vebmos and Babsbt.

Ver, Grant me the combat, gracious sovereit$n I
Bas, And me^ my lord, grant me the combat tool
York, This is my servant: Hear him, noble

prince !
Som, And this is mine: Sweet Henry, favour him I
K, Ben, Be patient, lords, and give them leave
to spcfldc.—
Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
And whei-efore crave you combat ? or with whom?
Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me

Ba$, Andlwithhfan; for he hath done me wronc.
K, Ben, What is that wrong whereof you both
First let me know, and then III UMwer 7<Mk ■

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Baa. Citwsliig the sea from England into France ,
Tbii fellow here, with envious carping tongae,
Upbraided me aboac the rose I wear;
Baying— the sanguine colour of the leaves
Did represent my master *8 blushing cheeks,
When stubbornly he did repugn (he troth,
About a certain question in the law,
Argiied betwixt the Duke of York and him;
With other vile and ignominious terms:
In confutation of which rude reproach,
And in defence of mv lord's worthiness,
I crave the benefit of law (if arms.

Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord :
For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit,
To set a gloss upon his bold intent.
Yet know, my lord, I was provok*d by him;
And he first took exceptions at this badfre.
Pronouncing— that the paleness of this flower
Bewrayed the faintness of my mast^r*s heart.

York Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?

Som, Your private grudge, my lord of York,
will out.
Though ne*er so cunningly you smother it.

K. HoL Qood Lord I what madness rules in
brain-sick men;
When, for so slight and frivolous a cause.
Such factious emulations shall arise:
Good cousins boih, of York and Somerset,
Quiet yourselves, 1 pray, and be at peace.

York, Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
And then your highness shall command a peace.

80m. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
Betwixt eurselve^ let us decide it then.

YorL There is my pledge ; accept it, Somerset.

Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first

Bat. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.

Qlo. Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife 1
And perish ye, with your audacious prate !
Presumptuous vassals 1 are you not ashamed,
With this immodest clamorous outrage
To trouble and disturb the king and us?
And you, my lords, — methinks you do not well,
To bear >»ith their perverse objections ;
Much less to take occasion from their months
To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves ;
Let me persuade you, take a better course.

Ete. It grieves his highness :~Quod my lords,
be friends.

K, Een. Come hither, yon that wonid be com-
bntants :
Henceforth I charge yon, as yon love our favour.
Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.
And you, my lords, remember where we are;
In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation *
If the? perceive dissension in our looks,
And that within uurHclves we dii^agree,
How will their grudgmg stomachs be provok'd
To wilful disobedience, and rebel I
Beside what infamy will there arise,
When foreign princes shall be certified
That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,
King Henry's peers and chief nobility
Destroy *d themselves, and lost the rea'm of France I
O. think upon the conquest of my father,
My tender years ; and let ns not forego
That for a trifle that was bought with bloodi
Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
I see no reason, if I wear this rosie,

[Putting on a red rote.
That anr one should therefore be suspicious
I more mdine to Somerset than York :
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both :
As wall they may upbraid me with my crown,


Because, forsooth, the King of Scots Is orownU
But your discretions better can persuade
Than I am able to instruct or teach :
And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
So let ns still continue peace and love.
Cousin of York, we institute your grace
To be our regent in these parts of France :
And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
And, like true subjects, sons of yonr progenitbn,
Go cheerfully together, and digest
Your angry choler on your enemies,
Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest
After some respite, will return to Calais ;
From thence to England, where I hope ere long
To be presented, by yomr victories,
With Charles, Alen^on, and that traitorous rout.
[Flourish. ExewfU K. Hen., Gix) , Son.^
Win., Suf., and Basset.

War. My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
Prettily, methought, did play the orator.

York, And so he did ; but vet I like it not.
In that he wears the badge of Somerset.

War. Tusbl that was but his fancy, blame him
not ;
I dare presume sweet prince, he thought no harm.

York. And, if I wist he did,— But let it rest ;
Other aflairs must now be managed.

[Exeunt Yoek, Warwick, and Vebsoh.

Ext, Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy
For had the passions of thy heart burst out,
I fear we should have seen deciphered there
More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils.
Than yet can be imagiu*d or suppos'd.
But howsoever, no nimple man that sees
This jarring discord of nobility.
This should'ring of each other in the court,
This factious bandying of their favourites.
But tl>at it doth presat^e some ill event.
Tis much, when sceptres are in children *s hands:
But more, when envy breeds unkind division ;
There comes the ruin, there begins con fusion. [JSn't

SCENE II.>-France. Before Bonrdeaux.
Enter Talbot vdih Ut Forcea,

TaL Go to the g%tes of Bourdeanx, trumpeter:
Summon their ueneral unto the wall.

[Ihtmpet tounda a parley. Enter ^ on ihe foaJla^
the General of the French Forcea^ andothtra,
English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth.
Servant in arms to Harry, King of England ;
And thus he would,— Open your city gates;
Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
And do him homage as obedient bubjeots ;
And 1*11 withdraw me and my bloody power :
But, if you frown upon this proflTer'd peace,
You tem|)t the fury of my three attendants.
Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
Who, in a moment, even with the earth.
Shall lav your stately and air-braving towers,
If you forsake the offer of their love.

(Jen, Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
Our nation*s terror, and their bloody soourgel
The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
On ns thou oan-t not enter, but by death :
For, I protest, we are well fortified.
And strong enough to issue out and fight :
If thou retire, the dauphin, well appointed.
Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch V,
To wall thee from the liberty or flight!

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And DO way canst thou torn thee for redreaa,
But death doth front thee with apparent spoU,
And pale destruction meets thee in the fioice.
Ten thoQsand French have ta'en the «fflfrBtnf>fT^
To rive their dangerous artillery
Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
Lo I there thou stand st, a breathing valiant man,
Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit :
This is the latest glory of thy praise,
That I, thy enemy, due thee Mrith all ;
For ere the glass that now begins to mn
Finish the process of his sandy hour,
These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
Shall see thee withered, bloody, pale, and dead.

[Drum afar off.
Hark! hark I the dauphin's drum,awanungbeil,
Sinffs heavy music to thy timorous soul.
And mine shall riug thy dire departure oat.

[Exeunt General, &c.,/nwi the toaU$»
TaL He tables not, I hear the enemy ; —
Out, some light horsemen, and neruse their wings.
0, negligent and heedless discipline I
How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale ;
A little herd of England's timorous deer,
Maz'd with-m yelping kennel of French curat
If we be English deer, be then in blood :
Not rascal-like, to foil down with a pinch ;
But rather moody-mad and desperate stags,
Tom on the bloody hounds with heads of steel,
And make the cowards stand aloof at bay :
Sell every man his life as dear as mine.
And tber shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
Qody and Saint Oeor;^ 1 Talbot and England's right!
Prosper oar ooloun m this dangerous fight I


SCENE IIL—PZomf in Gascony.
Enter TosK toUh Forces; to kirn a Messenger.

York, Are not the speedy soonts returned again,
That dogg*d the mighty army of the danphin ?

Mesa, They are returned, my lord : and give it ont
That he is march'd to Bordeaux with his power.
To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,
Bj your espials were discovered
Two mightier troops than that the dauphin led ;
Which ^in'd with him and made their march for

Tork A plague upon that villain, Somerset,
That thus deUvs my promised supply
Of horsemen that were levied for this siege !
Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;
And I am loMrted by a traitor villain.
And cannot help the noble chevalier :
God comfort him in this necessity !
If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

Enter Shr Willum Lucy.

LtKjf, Thou princely leader of our English
Never bO needful on the earth of France,
Sour to the rescue of the noble Talbot;
Who now is girdled with a waste of iron.
And hemm'd about with grim destruction :
To Bonrdeaux, warlike dnkel to Bonrdeaux, York!
Else, farewell Talbot, France, and Englandls

York, O God! that Somerset, who in proud heart
Doth stop my comets, were in Talbot's place!
So should we save a valiant gentleman.
By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep.
That thiia we die, while remiss traitors ^eep.

VI.— PART I. 471

Lueu, O, send some sucoour to the distress'd

YorL He dies, we lose ; I break my warlike

We mourn, Fr.tnoe smiles; we lose, they daily get;
All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.
Luey. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's

And on his son, young John ; whom, two hours

I met in travel toward his warlike father !
This seven years did not Talbot see liis son.
And now they meet where both their lives are done.
York. Alas 1 what joy shall noble Talbot have,
To bid his young son welcome to his gravel
Away! vexation almost stops my breath.
That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
Lucy, forewell: no more my fortune can,
But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
liOng all of Somerset, and his delay. [ExU

iMcy. Thus while the vulture of sedition
Feeds in ths bosom of such great commanders.
Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
That ever-living man of memory,
Henry the Fifih : — Whiles thev each other croes,
lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss.


SCENE iy.~ OthsTT^lmM of Gaacony.

Enter Somerset, vfith his Forces; on Officer^
Talbot's with kim,

Som, It is too late ; I cannot send them now:
This expedition was by York and Talbot
Too rashly plotted; all our general force
Might with a sally of the very town
Be buckled with : the over-dsiring Talbot
Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour.
By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure ;
York set him on to fight, and die in shame,
That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.

Off. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
Set orom our o'ermatohed forces forth for aid.

filter Sbr Willum Luot.

Som. How now? Sir William, whither were
you sent?

Lucy. Whither, my lord? firom bought and sold
Lord Talbot:
Who, ringed about with bold adversity.
Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
To beat assailing death from his weak legions.
And whiles the honourable captain there
Drops bloody sweat from his war wearied limbs,

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