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And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy focs. 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 fieldwhenwe are 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 ki Henry. 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 aiflict my That doth belong unto the house of York, Can
you, my lord of Winchester, behold From whence you spring by lineal descent. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Rich. Thy humble servant vows obedience, Who should be pitiful, if you be not? No.Ind 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 holy churchmen take delight in broils ? And, in reguerdon’ of that duty done, (my foot: War. My lord protector, yield;yield,
-yield, I gird thee with the valiant sword of York: Winchester;
Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet; Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, 115 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 commandsme stoop; 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, 25 The 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 disaninates his enemies. [Henry, goes; Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee iny
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,
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 flame:
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 bere, my friends, and loving countryinen ; 10 And now I fear that fatal prophecy, This token serveth for a flag of truce
Which, in the time of Henry, nani'd the fifth,
Win. [Aside.] So help me God, as I intend it! And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all:
Roan in France. i Seri. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. Enter Joun la Pucelle disguis'd, and Soldiers with 2 Serr. So will I.
sacks upon their bucks, like Countrymen. 3 Sert. And I will see what physic
Pucel. These are the city gates,the gates of Roan, The tavern affords.
[Ereunt. Through whichour policymust make a breach: Wur.Acceptthisscrowl, 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 majesty. [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 the Dauphin may encounter them. At Eltham-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.
[Knocks. A kindly gird is a gentle or friendly reproof. • i. e. recompence, return. pagate itselt, and advance. 1
3 That is, pro
Watch. Qui ca là ?
jIf Talbot do 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!who shallbe the speaker?
Hatch. Enter, goin; the market-bell is rung. Tal. Dare ye come forth,and meet us in the field? Pusel. Now, Roan, I'll shake thy bulwarks to 5 Pucel. Belike, your lordship takes us then for the ground. [Excunt. To try if that our own be ours, or no.
[fools. Enter Dauphin, Bastard, and Alençon. Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate, Dau. Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest; And once again we'll sleep secure in Roan. Will 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
Tul. 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 geutlemen. Which, oncediscern’d, shews,thathermcaningis, -- Pucel. Captains,away: let's get us from thewalls, Noway to that?, for weakness, which she enter'd. 15 Por Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.Enter Jaan la Pucelle on a battlement, thrusting God be wi' you, my lord! we came, sir, but to
out a torch burning. Pucel. Behold, this is the happywedding torch, That we are here. [Exeunt from the alls. That joineth Roan unto her countrymen;
Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, But burning fatal to the Talbotites. [friend, 20 Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
Bast. See, noble Charles ! the beacon of our Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
Dau. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, Either to get the town again, or die:
And I,-as sure as English Henry lives, Reg. Defernotime, Delayshavedangerousends; 25 And as his father here was conqueror; Enter, and cry—The Dauphin!-presently, As sure as in this late-betrayed town And then do execution on the watch.
Great Cæur-de-Lion's heart was buried; [An alurum; Tulbot in an excursion. so sure I swear, to get the town, or die. (Vows. Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy Burg: My vows are equal partners with thy If Talbot but survive thy treachery ;- [tears, 30 Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, The valiant duke of Bedford:-Come, my lord, Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, We will bestow you in some better place, Thathardlywe escap'd the pride 3 of France.[Erit. Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age. An alarum: excursions. Enter Bedford brought Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:
in sick, in u chair, with Tulbot and Burgunity, 33 Here will I sit before the walls of Roan, wishout. Within, Joun la Pucelle, Dauph 13, And will be partner of your weal or woe. [you. Bastard, and Alençon, on the Walls.
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, I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast, 40 Came to the field, and vanquished his foes *: Before he'll buy again at such a rate :
Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, 'Twas full of dárnel; Do you like the taste? Because I ever found them as myself. Burg.Scoffon, vilefiend,andshamclesscourtezan! Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast ! I trust, ere long, to choak thee with thine own, Then be it so:-Heavens keepold Bedford safe! And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. 45 and now no more ado, brave Burgundy, Dau. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before But gather we our forces out of hand, that time.
[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 Jolm Fastolte, break a lance,
and a Captain. And run a tilt at death within a chair?
Cup. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such Tal. Foulfiendof France,andhag of all despight,
haste? Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours ! Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight; Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, We are like to have the overthrow again. And twit with cowardice a man half dead? 55 Cap:Wbat! will you fly,and leave lord Talbot? Damsel, l’H have a bout with you again,
Fast. Ay, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. All the Talbots in the world, to save my life. (Exit. Pucel. Are you so hot, sir ? Yet, Pucelle, Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! hold thy peace;
[Erit. Practice, in the language of that time, was treachery, and perhaps, in the softer sense, stratagem. Practisants are therefore confederates in stratagems. * That is, no way equal to that. 3 Pride signifies the haughty power. *This hero was Uther Pendragon, brother to Aurelius, and father to king Arthur.
Retreat: escursions. Pucelle, Alencon, and Druphin fi. fto bring this matter to the wished end.
[Drum beats afar off. For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. (please; Hark! by the sound of drum, 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 beat an English march. Are glad and fain by flight to save theinselves.
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 favotir, 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 am That such a valiant company are fled.
Dau. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with Now will we take some order in the town, 20
[France! Placing therein some expert ofticers;
Pucel. Brave Burgundy, urdoubted 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. Whatwilíslord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile
Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not torget 125 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, sce, the pining malady of France; But kings, and mightiest potentates, must die; 30 Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, For that's the end of human misery. [Exeunt. Which thou thyself hast given her woeful breast! SCEN E III.
Oh, turn thy edged sword another way; The same. The Plain near the City. Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! Enter the Dauphin, Bastard, Alençon, and Joan Onedropofblood, drawnfromthycountry'sboson, la Pucelle.
33 Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign Pucel. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Return thec, 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, H01 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 jou'st thou with, but with a lordly nation, If Dauphin, and the rest, will be bui rul’d. That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake?
Dan. We have been guided by thee hitherto, When Talbot hath set footing once in France, And of thy cunning had no diffidence; 43 And fashion'd thee 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 thee 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 tight'st against thy countrymen, We will entice the duke of Burgundy 155 and join’st with them will be thy slaughter-men. To Icave 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. Forever should they be expuls'd 2 from Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! And not have title of an earldom here. (work, And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: 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 fresh. Long since we were resolved of your truth, Dau. Welcome,braveduke!thyfriendship makes your faithful service, and your toil in war; Bast. And doth beget newcourage in our breasts. 5 Yet never have you tasted our reward, Alen.Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part inthis, Or been reguerdon'd' with so much as thanks, And doth deserve a coronet of gold. (powers; Because 'till now we never saw your face:
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. Excunt. 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 sea, Enter King Henry, Gloster, Vernon, Basset, dic. 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'st? 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 Somerset. In sign whereof, this arm—that hath reclaim'd Ter. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. To your obedience fifty fortresses,
20 Bus. Why, what is he? as good a man as York, Twelve cities,and seven walled towns of strength, l'er. 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 arins And, with subinissive loyalty of heart,
is such, Ascribes the glory of his conquest got, 25 That, who so draws a sword", tis present death; First to my God, and next unto your grace.
Orelse 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 inajesty, my liege.
When thou shalt see, I'll met thee to thy cost. K. Henry. Welcome, brave captain, and victo-30. Ver. Well, miscreant,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,),
A C T IV.
Tal. Shame to the duke of 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, Talbot, Exeter, Which I lrave done) because unworthily and Governor of Paris.
Thou wast installed in that high degree:-
ORD bishop,set the crown upon his head. Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest :
This dastard, at the battle of Pataie",
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 him :
Before we met, or that a stroke was given, Esteem nonc 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. Enier Sir John Fastolfe.
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Or whether that such cowards ought to wear To baste 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. c. 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 III. 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 Hol nsheds“neere unto a village in Beausse called Patare,"whichwe should read insteadof Poictiers. "Frota ihis battell (adds the same historian) departed without anie stroke stricken, Sir John Fastolfe, the ane yeere by his valiantlesse elected into the order of the garter. But for doubt of m dealing at tais 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 whoin?
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,
[Exit Fastolfe. And in defence of my lord's worthiness, And now, my lord protector, view the letter I crave the benefit of law of arms. Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy:
201 Vir. 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 exceptions 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. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will Mou'd with compassion of my country's wreck, Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. (out, Together with the pitiful complaints
30 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 arisc ! O monstrous treachery! Can this be so; Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, That in alliance, amity, and oaths, [guile: 35Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. There should be found such false dissembling York. Let this dissention first betry'd by fight, K. Henry. What! doth my uncle Burgundy And then your highness shall command a peace. revolt?
[foe. Som. The quarrel touchcth 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. Confirm 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'a. To bear with their perverse objections ; K. Henry. Then gather strength, and march 50 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. Ere. It grieves his highness; Good my lords, Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still,
(combatants : You maybehold confusion of your foes. (Exit Tal. 55 K. Henry. Come hither, you that would be Enter Vernon, and Basset.
Henceforth 1 charge you, as you love our favour, Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign! Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.Bas. And me,my lord, grant me the combat too! And you, my lords;-remember where we are ; York. This is my servant;Hear him, noble prince! In France, ainongst a fickle wavering nation: Som. And this is mine; Sweet Henry,favour him!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 here used in its Latin sense, i. e. to hold out, 'i.e. resist.