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Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too!
K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.-
Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you both complain ? First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France,
Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord :
York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left ?
Som. Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
Confounded be your strife ! !
Exe. It grieves his highness :good my lords, be friends.
K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be combatants : Henceforth I charge you, as you 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 they perceive dissension in our looks, And that within ourselves we disagree, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd To wilful disobedience, and rebel! 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 realm of France ! O, think upon the conquest of my father; My tender years; and let us not forego That for a trifle that was bought with blood ! Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. I see no reason, if I wear this
rose, [Putting on a red rose. That any one should therefore be suspicious I more incline to Somerset than York: Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both: As well they may upbraid me with my crown, Because, forsooth, the King of Scots is crown'd.
But your discretions better can persuade
[Flourish. Exeunt King Henry, Gloster, Somer
set, Winchester, Suffolk, and Basset. War. My Lord of York, I promise you, the king Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
War. Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not; I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
York. An if I wist (108) he did, but let it rest; Other affairs must now be managèd.
[Exeunt York, Warwick, and Vernon. Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice; For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, I fear we should have seen decipher'd there More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, Than yet can be imagin’d or suppos’d. But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees This jarring discord of nobility, This shouldering of each other in the court, This factious bandying of their favourites, But that he doth presage some ill event. (109) 'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands; But more when envy breeds unkind division; There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.(10) [Exit. SCENE II. Before Bourdeaux.
Enter Talbot, with his Forces.
French Forces, and others.
Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
[Drum afar off.
[Exeunt General, &c. from the walls. Tal. He fables not; I hear the enemy :Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.0, negligent and heedless discipline ! How are we park'd and bounded in a pale, A little herd of England's timorous deer, Maz’d with a yelping kennel of French curs ! If we be English deer, be, then, in blood; Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch, But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags, Turn 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 they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right, Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! [Exeunt.
SCENE III. Plains in Gascony.
Enter YORK, with Forces; to him a Messenger. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin ?
Mess. They are return'd, my lord; and give it out That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along, By your espials were discovered Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led; Which join'd with him, and made their march for Bourdeaux.
York. A plague upon that villain Somerset,