Glou. You of my houfhold, leave this peevish broil; And fet this unaccustom'd fight aside. 3 Serv. My lord, we know your Grace to be a man Juft and upright; and for your royal birth Inferior to none but to his Majesty : And ere that we will fuffer fuch a Prince, We, and our wives, and children, all will fight : [Begin again. 1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails And if you love me, as you fay you do, my K. Henry. O, how this difcord doth afflict If holy churchmen take delight in broils? foul! War. My lord Protector, yield: yield, Winchester ; Except you mean with obftinate repulse To flay your Soveraign, and destroy the Realm. Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood. Glou. Compaffion on the King commands me ftoop; /Or I would fee his heart out, ere the priest Should ever get that priviledge of me. War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the Duke Hath banish'd moody difcontented fury, As by his fmoothed brows it doth appear. Why look you still fo ftern and tragical ? Glou. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. K. Henry. Fie, uncle Beauford: I have heard you preach, That malice was a great and grievous fin: And And will not you maintain the thing you teach, War. Sweet King! the Bifhop hath a kindly gird: Win. [Afide.] So help me God, as I intend it not ! 2 Serv. So will I. 3 Serv. And I'll fee what phyfick the tavern affords. [Exeunt. War. Accept this fcrowl, moft gracious Soveraign, Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your Majefty. Glou. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick; For, fweet Prince, An if your Grace mark ev'ry circumftance, You have great reafon to do Richard right: Efpecially, for those occafions At Eltham place I told your Majefty. K. Henry. And those occafions, uncle, were of force: Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his blood. War. Let Richard be restored to his blood, That doth belong unto the house of York; K 4 Rich. Rich. Thy humble fervant vows obedience, And faithful fervice, till the point of death. [foot, K. Henry. Stoop then, and fet your knee against my And in reguerdon of that duty done, I gird thee with the valiant Sword of York, Rich. And fo thrive Richard, as thy Foes may fall! All. Welcome, high Prince, the mighty Duke of York! Glou. Now will it beft avail your Majefty K. Henry. When Glo'fter fays the word, many foes. Glou. Your fhips already are in readiness. Manet Exeter. [Afide. [goes; King Henry [Exeunt. Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France, Not feeing what is likely to enfue; This late diffenfion, grown betwixt the peers, Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fifth, [Exit. SCENE SCENE changes to Roan in France. Enter Joan la Pucelle difguis'd, and four Soldiers with Sacks upon their backs. "T PucelHESE are the city-gates, the gates of Roan, Therefore we'll knock. Watch. Qui va là? Pucel. Paifans, pauvres gens de France. [Knocks. Poor market-folks, that come to fell their corn. Watch. Enter, go in, the market-bell is rung. Pucel. Now, Roan, I'll fhake thy bulwarks to the ground. [Exeunt. Enter Dauphin, Baftard, and Alanson. Dau. St. Dennis blefs this happy ftratagem! Reig. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tow'r, Enter Joan la Pucelle on the top, thrusting out a torch burning. Pucel. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, That joineth Roan unto her countrymen ; But burning fatal to the Talbotites. 3 Baft. Baft. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret stands. Dau. Now fhines it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes. Reig. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends; Enter and cry, The Dauphin! presently, And then do execution on the Watch. [An alarm; Talbot in an excurfion. Tal. France, thou fhalt rue this treafon with thy tears, If Talbot but furvive thy treachery. Pucelle, that witch, that damned forcerefs, Hath wrought this hellifh mifchief unawares; That hardly we escap'd the prize of France. (18) [Exit. I think, the Duke of Burgundy will fast, 'Twas full of darnel; do you like the tafte? Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless curtizan ! Dau. Your Grace may ftarve, perhaps, before that time. Bed. Oh, let not words, but deeds, revenge this treason! (18) That hardly we efcap'd the Pride of France.] All the Copies concur in this Reading: but it seems to be an abfurd and unmeaning one. The best Conftruction, that can arise from escaping the Pride of France, is, efcaping the proud French: which would come very improperly from Talbot's Mouth. I have ventur'd to fuppofe, our Author wrote, the Prize: i. e. We hardly efcap'd being feiz'd by, becoming the Prize of the French. So in Richard the IIId. A beauty-waining, and diftreffed Widow, Made prize and purchase of his wanton Eye. So likewife in the French Tongue, la Prife fignifies the feizure, or apprebending of any thing, as well as the Thing feized. 2 Pucel. |