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Till bones, and nesh, and sinews, fall away, Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that So will this base and envious discord breed.
time. And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
Bed. 0,let no words, but deeds, revenge this troaWhich, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth,
son! Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,
Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? break That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all; a lance, And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all: And run a tilt at death within a chair? Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish
Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, His days may finish ere that hapless time. (Exit. Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours !
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
And twit with cowardice a man half dead ?
lıke countrymen , with sacks upon their backs. Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
(Talbot, and the rest,consult together. That come to gather money for their corn.
God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker? If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we shall,)
Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field ? And that we find the slothful watch but weak, Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
To try if that our own be ours, or no. That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. Tal." I speak not to that railing Hecaté, 1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest ; And we be lords and rulers over Roüen;
Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Therefore we'll knock.
(Knocks. Alen. Signior, no. Guaru. (Within.) Qui est là ?
Tal. Signior, hang! – base muleteers of France! Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France:
Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. Puc. Captains, away; let's get us from the walls ;
[Opens the gates. For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.Puc. Now, Rouen, i'll shake thy bulwarks to the God be wi’ you, my lord! we came, sir, but to tell you ground.
(Pucelle, etc. enter the city. That we are here. Enter Chakles, Bastard of Orleans, Alençon, and
(Exeunt La Pucelle, etc. from the walls. Forces.
Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem! Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen. Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
Bust. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants; (Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in France,) Now she is there, how will she specify,
Either to get the town again, or die:
And I, - as sure as English Henry lives,
Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. Puc, Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, That joineth Roüen unto her countrymen ;
The valiant duke of Bedford. Come, my lord, But burning fatal to the Talbotites.
We will bestow you in some better place,
Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen,
And will be partner of your weal, or woe.
The Dauphin! — presently, Erd. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, And then do execution on the watch. (They enter. That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,
Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English. Came to the field, and vanquished his foes : Tal.France,thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, Methiuks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, If Talbot but survive thy treachery. —
Because I ever found them as myself. Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
Tal. Vodaunted spirit in a dying breast ! Hath wronght this hellish mischief unawares, Then be it so. - Heavens keep old Bedford safe! That hardly we escap'd the pride of France. And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
(Exeunt to the town. But gather we our forces out of hand, Alarum : Excursions. Enter, from the town, Bed- And set upon our boasting enemy. FORD, brought in sick, in a chair, with Talbot,
[Exeunt Burgundy, Talbot, and Forces, Buugundy, and the English Forces. Then, enter on
leaving Bedford, and Others. the walls, LA POCELLE, Charles, Bastard, Alençon, Alarum : Excursions. Enter Sir Jous Fastolfe, und and Others.
a Captain. Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread? Cap. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such haste ? I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,
Fust. Whither away? to save myself by flight; Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
We are like to have the overthrow again. 'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste? Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot ? Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan! Fust. Ay, I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own, All the Talbots in the world, to save my life. (Exit. And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! (E.rit.
Enter, and cry
Retreat : Excursions. Enter, from the town, La Pu- Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind.
CELLE, ALENÇON, CHARLES, etc, and exeunt, flying. Summon a parley, we will talk with him.
(4 parley sounded. For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.
Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
[Dies, and is carried off in his chair. Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am marchAlarum: Enter Talbot, BURGUNDY, and Others. ing hence, Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy This is a double honour, Burgundy:
Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!
When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast!
O, turn thy edged sword another way;
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help!
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,
Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,
Doubting thy birth, and lawful progeny.
And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive?
Call we to mind, -- and mark but this, for proof ;-
Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
And was he not in England prisoner?
But, when they heard he was thine enemy,.
They set him free, without his ransom paid,
See then! thou tight'st against thy countrymen,
And join'st with them be thy slaughter-men,
Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms.
Have batter'd me like roariug cannon-shot,
And made me almost yield upon my knees,
Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise : And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace :
So, farewell, Talbot! I'll no longer trust thee.
Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn again!
Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers;
SCENE IV. – Paris. A room in the palace.
of his officers.
Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
To do my duty to my sovereigu:
1--that hath reclaim'd
To your obedience fifty fortresses,
When but in all I was six thousand strong,
Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,
Myself, and divers gentlemen beside, First to my God, and next unto your grace.
Were there surpriz'd, and taken prisoners. K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; That hath so long been resident in France ? Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. K.Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious lord! Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, When I was young (as yet I am not old,)
And ill beseeming any common man; I do remember how my father said,
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. A stouter champion never handled sword.
Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
Such as were grown to credit by the wars ;
But always resolute in most extremes.
Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
Profaning this most honourable order;
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st thy In honour of my noble lord of York,
doom : Dar’st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight;
Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.The envious barking of your sancy tongue
[Exit Fastolfe. Against my lord, the duke of Somerset.
And now, my lord protector, view the letter,
Sent from our uncle, duke of Burgundy.
his style? (Viewing the superscription.
[Strikes him. No more but, plain and bluntly. - To the king? Bas. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such, Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign? That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Or doth this churlish superscription Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. Pretend some alteration in good will ? But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
What's here? – I have, upon especial cause, I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
[Reads. When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck, Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; Together with the pitiful complaints And, aster, meet you sooner than you would. (Exeunt. Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
Forsaken your pernicious faction,
And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France.
O monstrous treachery! Can this be so;
A room of state. That in alliance, amity, and oaths,
FOLK, SOMERSET, Winchester, Warwick, TALBOT, K. llen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
Glo. He doth, my lord, and is become your foe. Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head! K. Hen. Is that the worst this letter doth contain? Win. God save king Heury, of that pame the sixth! Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, K. Hlen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk
And give him chastisement for this abuse:
(Exeunt Gov. and his train. K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto Enter Sir Jous FASTOLFE.
And what offence it is, to flout his friends.
Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still,
Enter Vernox and Basset.
Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too!
[Plucking it off York. This is my servant; hear him, noble prince! (Which I have done) because unworthily
Som. And this is mine; sweet Henry, favour him! Thon wast installed in that lrigh degree.
K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them leave Pardon me, princely Heory, and the rest :
to speak. This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exelaim ?
And wherefore crave you combat; or with whom? That any one should therefore be suspicious
Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
But your discretions better can persuade, Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France,
Than I am able to instruct or teach: This fellow here, with envious carpiog tongue,
Aud therefore, as we hither came in peace, Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
So let us still continue peace and love.Saying-the savguine colour of the leaves
Cousin of York, we institute your grace Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, To be our regent in these parts of Trauce:When stubbornly he did repugn the truth,
And, good my lord of Somerset, unite About a certain question in the law,
Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot; Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him;
And, like true subjects, sous of your progenitors, With other vile and ignominious terms;
Go cheerfully together, and digest In confutation of which rude reproach,
Your angry choler on your enemies. And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest, I crave the benefit of law of arms.
After some respite, will return to Calais ; Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord :
From thence to England; where I hope ere long For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit,
To be presented, by your victorics, To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous ront. Yet know, my lord, I was prorok'd by him ;
(Flourish. Exeunt King llenry, Glo. And he first took exceptions at this badge,
Som. Win. Suf. and Basset. Pronouncing-that the paleness of this Hower War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out, In that he wears the badge oi' Somerset. Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him not; K. Hen. Good Lord! what madness rules in brain- I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
York. And, if I wist he did, - but let it rest; When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
Other affairs must now be managed. Such factions emulations shall arise!
(Excunt York, Irurwick, and l’ernon. Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, Exe. Well didst thon, Richard, to suppress thy voice : Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight, I fear, we should have seen decipher'd there And then your highness shall command a peace. More rancorvus spite, more furious raging broils, Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
Than yet can be imagiu'd or suppos'd. Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
This jarring discord of' nobility,
Glo. Confirm it so ? Confounded be your strife! But that it doth presage some ill event.
There comes the ruin, there begios confusion (Exit.
SCENE I. — Before Bourdeau.r. To bear with their perverse objections;
Enter Talbot, with his l'urces. Much less, to take occasion from their mouths Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter, To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves ;
Summon their general unto the wall. Let me persuade you, take a better course. Trumpet sounds a parler. Enter, on the walls, Exc. It grieves his highness; - good my lords, be the General of the French Forces, and Others. friends.
English John Talbot, captains, calls K. Hen. Come hither, you, that would be combatants Servaat iu arms to Harry king of England; Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, And thus he would, - Open your city gates, Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause. - Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours, And you, my lords,-remember where we are; And do him homage as obedient subjects, In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: If they perceive dissensions in our looks,
But, if you frown upon this proiler'd peace, And that within ourselves we disagree,
You tempt the fury of my three attendants, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire; To wilful disobedience, and rebel ?
Who, in a moment, even with the earth Beside, what infamy will there arise,
Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers, When foreign princes shall be certified,
If you forsake the osser of their love. That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,
Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,
Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France? The period of thy tyranny approacheth. o, think upon the conquest of my father,
On us thou canst 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, I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee: (Putting on a red rose. On either hand thee there are squadions pitch'd,
To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's sonl!
York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have,
That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.-
Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,
But curse the cause I capuot aid the man. -
Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. (Exit.
(Drums afur off. Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
That ever-living man of memory,
(Exeunt General, etc. from the walls. Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. (Exit.
Enter Somerset, with his Forces; un ojficer of
Talbot's with him.
Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now:
Too rashly plotted; all our general force
York set him on to fight, and dic in shame,
Enter Sir William Lucy.
Som. How now, sir William? whither were yon sent?
York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, lord Talbot;
Mess. They are return’d, my lord; and give it out, Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
Keep ofl aloof with worthless emulation.
The levied succours that should lend him aid,
Yields up his life unto a world of odds :
Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,
Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,
And Talbot perisheth by your default.
Som. York set him on, Yorkshonld have sent him aid.
Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
Collected for this expedition.
Som. York lies; he might have sent and had thu
But dies, betrayed to fortune by your strife.
Som. Come, igo; I will despatch the horsemen
Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu !