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Bed. Coward of France !. -how much he wrongs (I was employ'd in passing to and fro, his fame,
About relieving of the sentinels : Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
Then how, or which way, should they first break in? To join with witches, and the help of 'hell.
Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case, Bur. Traitors have never other company. How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure ? place Tal. A maid, they say.
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made. Bed.
A maid ? and be so martial ? And now there rests no other shift but this,Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long: To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, If underneath the standard of the French, And lay new platforms2 to endamage them. She carry armour, as she hath begun.
Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, A Tal. Well, let them practice and converse with
Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their spirits :
clothes behind. God is our fortress; in whose conquering name, Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot ; we will follow thee. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; Tal. Not altogether: better far, I guess,
For I have loaden me with many spoils, That we do make our entrance several ways;
Using no other weapon but his name. (Exit. That, if it chance the çne of us do fail,
SCENE II.-Orleans. Within the town. Enter The other yet may rise against their force. Bed. Agreed ; I'll to yon corner.
Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain, ana
And I to this. Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his
Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, grave.
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right
Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. of English Henry, shall this night appear
(Retreat sounded. How much in duty I am bound to both.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
And here advance it in the market-place, (The English scale the walls, crying St. George! The middle centre of this cursed town.
a Talbot ! and all enter by the town. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul; Sent. [Within.) Arm, arm! the enemy doth make For every drop of blood was drawn from him, assault!
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night The French leap over the walls in their shirts. What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
And, that hercaster ages may behold Enter, several ways, Bastard, Alençon, Reignier, Within their chiefest temple I'll erect half ready, and half unready.
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr; Alen. How now, my lords ! what, all unready' so? Upon the which, that every one may read, Bast. Unready ay, and glad we scap'd so well. Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans ; Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our The treacherous manner of his mournful 'eath, beds,
And what a terror he had been to France Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre, Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, I muse,» we met not with the dauphin's & ace; Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan i | Arc; More venturous, or desperate, than this.
Nor any of his false confederates. Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Bed.''Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the figh: Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
began, Alen. Here cometh Charles ; 1 marvel, how he Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, sped.
They did, amongst the troops of armed men,
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night,) Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Am sure, I scar'd the dauphin and his trull; Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running, Make us partakers of a little gain,
Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,
We'll follow them with all the power we have
Enter a Messenger. Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?- Mess. A!! hail, my lords! which of this princely Improvident soldiers ! had your watch been good,
train This sudden mischief never could have fall'n. Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default; So much applauded through the realm of France ! That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak with Did look no better to that weighty charge.
him? Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, As that whereof I had the government,
With modesty admiring thy renown, We had not been tius shamefully surpris'd. By me entreats, good lord, thou would'st vouchsafe Bast,' Mine was secure.
To visit her poor castle where she lies ;* Reig.
And so was mine, my lord. That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Char. And, for myself, most part cf all this night, Whose glory fills the world with loud report. Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,
Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see, our wars (1) Undressed. (2) Plans, schemes. ¡ (3) Wonder. 141 i e. Where she dwells.
Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
And sent our sons and husbands captivate. When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
Tal. Ha, ha, ha! You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of
turn to moan.
Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, Could not prevail with all their oratory,
To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:
Whereon to practise your severity.
I am indeed. Will not your honours bear me company?
Count. Then have I substance too.
For what you see, is but the smallest part
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, Come hither, caplain. [Whispers.]-You perceive It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, my mind.
Your roof" were not sufficient to contain it. Cap. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. Count. This is a riddling merchant for the
(Exeunt. nonce ;
He will be here, and yet he is not here: SCENE III.- Auvergne. Court of the castle. How can these contrarieties agree? Enter the Countess and her Porter.
Tal. That will I show you presently. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge ; He winds a horn. Drums heard; then a peal of And, when you have done so, bring
the keys to me.
ordnance. The gates being forced, enter soldiers. Port. Madam, I will.
[Exit. Corent. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, I shall as famous be by this exploit, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; And his achievements of no less account;
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
And in a moment makes them desolate. To give their censure' of these rare reports.
Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse.
I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited ;s Enter Messenger and Talbot,
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Mess. Madam,
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; According as your ladyship desir'd,
For I am sorry, that with reverence
I did not entertain thee as thou art.
Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue man? Mess. Madam, it is.
The outward composition of his body.
No other satisfaction do I crave,
But only (with your patience,) that we may
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; I thought, I should have seen some Hercules,
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Exeunt. Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: It cannot be, this weak and writhled’ shrimp,
SCENE IV.-London. The Temple Garden. Should strike such terror to his enemies.
Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:
Warwick; Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, and But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
another Lawyer. Pll sort some other time to visit you.
Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means Count. What means he now ?-Go ask him
this silence ? whither he goes?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot: for my lady craves Suff. Within the Temple hall we were too loud, To know the cause of your abrupt departure. The garden here is more convenient.
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth; I go to certify' her, Talbot's here.
Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error!
Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law; Re-enter Porter, with keys.
And never yet could frame my will to it; Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner, And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Tal. Prisoner! to whom?
Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord ;
between us. And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
pitch; For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, But now the substance shall endure the like; Between two blades, which bears the better temperi And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Between two horses, which doth bear him best; That hast by tyranny, these many years,
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye; Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judginent; (1) For opinion. (2) Wrinkled. (5) Announced loudly. Foolisn. (4) For a purpose.
(6) i. e. Regulate his motions most adroitly.
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Good frith, I am no wiser than a daw.
Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole Plan. Tút, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him.. The truth appears so naked on my side,
War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st hiin, That any purblind eye may find it out.
Somerset; Som. And on my side it is so well apparell'd, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, So clear, so shining, and so evident,
Third son to the third Edward king of England; That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Spring crestless yeomen" from so deep a root ? Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath to Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, speak,
Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Som. By him that made me, 'l'l maintain my Let him that is a true-born gentleman,
words And stands upon the honour of his birth,
On any plot of ground in Christendom : If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. For treason executed in our late king's days ?
Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Corrupted, and exempts from ancient gentry ? Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
War. I love no colours ;' and, without all colour And, till thou be restord thou art a yeoman. Or base insinuating flattery,
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted; I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, And say withal, I think he held the right.
Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. Ver. "Stay, lords and gentlemen : and pluck no For your partaker Poole, and you yourself more,
I'll note you in my book of memory, Till you conclude—that he, upon whose side To scourge you for this apprehension :: The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd. Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still : Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected;? And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Plan. And I.
Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
Until it wither with me to my grave, Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; Or flourish to the height of my degree. Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy am And fall on my side so against your will.
bition ! Ver. Ifl, my lord, for my opinion bleed, And so farewell, until I meet thee next. (Erit. Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,
Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambiAnd keep me on the side where still I am.
(Erit. Som. Well, well, come on : Who else ?
Plan. How I am brar'd, and must perforce enLau. Unless my study and my books be false,
dure it! The argument you held, was wrong in you; War. This blot, that they object against your
[To Somerset. house, In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloster :
Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, And, if thou be not then created York,
Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,
And here I prophesy,--This brawl to-day,
No, Plantagenet, Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,
Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
Plan. Thanks, gentle sir.
roses, That shall maintain what I have said is true,
SCENE V.-The same. A room in the Tower Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair by troo Plan. Now by this maiden blossom in my hand,
Keepers. I scorn thee and thv fashion, peevish bov.
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Let dving Mortimer here rest himself. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him Even like a man new haled from the rack, and thee.
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: (1) Tints and deceits : a play on the word. (4) The Temple, being a religious house, was a (2) Justly proposed..
sanctuary. 3) i. e. Those who have no right to arms. (5) Excluded. (6) Confederate. (7) Opinion COL. 1.
Anu these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,' The first-begotten, and the lawful heir
of Edward king, the third of that descent: Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
During whose reign, the Percies of the north, These eyes,-like lamps whose wasting oil is Finding his usurpation most unjust, spent,
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne: Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent:?
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Weak shoulders, overborne with burd’ning grief; Was--for that (young king Richard thus remorld, And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine, Leaving no heir begotten of his body,) That droops his sapless branches to the ground. - I was the next by birth and parentage ; Yet are these feet-whose strengthless stay is For by my mother I derived am numb,
From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son Unable to support this lump of clay,
To king Edward the Third ; whereas he, Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, As witting I no other comfort have.
Being but fourth of that heroic line. But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? But mark; as, in this haughty great attempt,
1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: They laboured to plant the rightful heir, We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; I lost my liberty, and they their lives. And answer was return'd, that he will come. Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied. Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,--did reign, Poor gentleman ! his wrong doth equal mine. Thy father, earl of Cambridge,-then deriva Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York, (Before whose glory I was great in arms,) Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, This loathsome sequestration have I had; Again, in pity of my hard distress, And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd, Levied an army; weening to redeem, Deprived of honour and inheritance :
And have installid me in the diadem: But now the arbitrator of despairs,
But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, Just death, kind umpire: of men's miseries, And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence : In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. I would, his troubles likewise were expird, Plan, of which, my lord, your honour is the last. That so he might recover what was lost.
Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have, Enter Richard Plantagenet.
And that my fainting words do warrant death:
Thou art my heir ; the rest, I wish thee gather: 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is But yet be wary in thy studious care.
Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me: Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he But yet, meihinks, my father's execution come ?
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny. Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes. Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd. And in his bosom spend my latter gasp :
But now thy uncle is removing hence; 0, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
With long continuance in a settled place. And now declare, sweet stem from York's great Plan. O, uncle, 'would some part of my young stock,
years Why didst thou say-of late thou wert despis'd ?. Might but redeem the passage of your age ! Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the slaugharm ;
t'rer doth, And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.” Which giveth many wounds, when one wil: kill. This day, in argument upon a case,
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me: Only, give order for my funeral; Among which terms he used his lavish tongue, And so farewell; and fair® be all thy hopes! And did upbraid me with my father's death; And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! Which obloquv set bars before my tongue,
[Dies, Else with the like I had requited him :
Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting souli The refore, good uncle,- for my father's sake, In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage. In honour of a true Plantagenet,
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause Well,
I will lock his counsel in my breast;
Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me, Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself
[Exeunt Keepers, bearing out Mortimer Was cursed instrument of his decease.
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, Plan. Discover more at large what cause that Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort :was;
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.
Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, I doubt not, but with honour to redress : And death approach not ere my tale be done. And therefore haste I to the parliament ; Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king, Either to be restored to my blood, Depos'd his nephew Richard ; Edward's son, Or make my illo the advantage of my good. [Exit.
(1) The heralds that, fore-running death, pro- (4) Lately-despised. (5) Uneasiness, disconterte claim its approach.
(6) High (7) Thinking. (2) End."
(8) Lucky, prosperous. (3) i e. He who terminates or concludes misery. (9) My ill, is my ill usage.
War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of dat? SCENE I.-The same. The Parliament-House.
Is not his grace protector to the king ?. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloster, Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you shodd;
Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue, Warwick, Somerset, and Suffolk; the Bishop of Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords ? Winchester, Richard Plantagenet, and others. Else would I have a fling at Winchester. (Aside Gloster offers to put up a bill ;í Winchester
K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester matches it, and tears it.
The special watchmen of our English weal; Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, With written pamphlets studiously devis’d, To join your hearts in love and amity. Humphrey of Gloster ? If thou canst accuse, o, what a scandal is it to our crown, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, That two such noble peers as ye, should jar! Do it without invention suddenly;
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, As I with sudden and extemporal speech
Civil dissention is a viperous worm, Purpose to answer what thou canst object. That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. Glo. Presumptuous priest ! this place commands. (A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats! my patience,
What tumult's this? Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me.
An uproar, I dare warrant, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd Begun through malice of the bishop's men. The inanner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
(A noise again; Stones! stones! That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen :
Enter the Mayor of London, attended. No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, May. O, my good lords,---and virtuous Henry,Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,
Pity the city of London, pity us! As very infants prattle of thy pride.
The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men, Thou art a most pernicious usurer ;
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,, Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones; Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems And, banding themselves in contráry parts, A man of thy profession, and degree;
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, And for thy treachery, What's more manifest ; That many have their giddy brains knock'd out : In that tho. laid'st a trap to take my life,
Our windows are broke down in every street, As well at London-bridge, as at the Tower ? And we, for fear, compellid to shut our shops. Besides, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
Enter, skirmishing, the retainers of Gloster ana From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
Winchester, with bloody pates. Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouchsafe K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, To give me hearing what I shall reply.
To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace. If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. As he will have me, How am I so poor?
i Serv. Nay, if we be Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. Or raise myselí, but keep my wonted calling ? 2 Serr. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. And for dissention, Who preferreth peace
(Skirmish again. More than I do, except I be provok'd ?
Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
broil, It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke: And set this unaccustom'do fight aside. It is, because no one should sway but he ;
3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man No one, but he, should be about the king'; Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, And that engenders thunder in his breast, Inferior to none, but his majesty : And makes him roar these accusations forth. And ere that we will suffer such a prince, But he shall know, I am as good
So kind a father of the commonweal, Glo.
As good ? To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, Thou bastard of my grandfather!
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Win. Ay, lordly sir; For what are you, I pray, And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. But one imperious in another's throne ?
1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. Win. And am I not a prelate of the church?
(Skirmish again Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,
Stav, stay, I say! And useth it to patronage his theft.
And, if you love me, as you say you do, Win. Unreverent Gloster!
Let me persuade you to forbear a while. Glo.
Thou art reverent K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
soul! Win. This Rome shall remedy.
Can you, my lord of Winchester behold
Roam thither then. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Sam. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Who should be pitiful, if you be not: War. Ai, see the bishop be not overborne. Or who should study to prefer a peace, Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, If holy churchmen iake delight in broils ? And know the office that belongs to such.
War. My lord protector, yield;-yield, W'iz. H'ar. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler; chester ;-It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, Som. Yes, when his holy state is louch'd so to slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. near.
You see what mischief, and what murder too, (0) i. e. Articles of accusation.
(3) This was a term of reproach towards mea 12) Unscemly, indecent