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Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, SCENE III.-The same. The Plains near the city. The valiant duke of Bedford :-Come, my lord, Enter Charles, the Bastard, Aleneon, La Pucelle, We will bestow you in some better place,
and Forces. Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age.
Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedied. Bur. Conrageous Bedford, let us now persuade you. Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,
Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, And like a peacock sweep along his tail; That stout Pendragon, in his litter, siek,
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes:
If dauphin, and the rest, will be but rulld. Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, Because I ever found them as myself.
And of thy cunning had no diffidence; Tel. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast !
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. Then be it 50.--Heavens keep old Bedford safe! Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies -And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
And we will make thee famous through the world. But gather we our forces out of hand,
Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, And set upon our boasting enemy.
And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; [Exeunt Burgundy, Talbot, and Forces, lean- | Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. ing Bedford, and others.
Puc. Then thus it must be ; this doth Joan devise :
By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, Alorum : Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolfe, and We will entice the duke of Burgundy a Captain.
To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Cap. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such
Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, baste ?
France were no place for Henry's warriors; Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight ;
Nor should that nation boast it so with us, We are like to have the overthrow again.
But be extirped from our provinces.
Alen. For ever should they be expulsu from France, Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot ? Fast.
And not have title to an earldom here. All the Talbots in the world, to save my life. (Exit.
Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will worts, Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
To bring this matter to the wished end. [Drums heardo [Exit.
Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. Retreat : Excursions. Enter from the town La Pu An English March. Enter, and pass over at a discelle, Alencon, Charles, óc. and exeunt Nying.
tance, Talbot and his forces. Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when beaven please ; || There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread ; For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
And all the troops of English after him. What is the trust or strength of foolish man ? A French March. Enter the Duke of Burgundy and They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,
Forces. Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and his; [Dies, and is carried off in his chair. Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind.
Summon a parley, we will talk with him. Alarum : Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and others.
[A parley sounded
Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy ? This is a double honour, Burgundy :-.
Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy country. Yet, heavens have glory for this victory!
Bur, Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Bur. What say’st thou, Charles ? for I am march. Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects
ing hence, Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument.
Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy Tol. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle words. now?
Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France ! I think, her old familiar is asleep:
Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his Bur. Speak on ; but be not over-tedious. gleeks?
Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, What, all a-mort? Rouen hangs her head for grief, And see the cities and the towns defac'd That such a valiant company are fled.
By wasting ruin of the cruel foe! Now will we take some order in the town,
As looks the mother on her lowly babe, Placing therein some expert officers ;
When death doth close his tender dying eyes, And then depart to Paris, to the king;
See, see, the pining malady of France ; For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies. Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. Which thou thyself hast given her woeful breast !
Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget 0, turn thy edged sword another way; The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen ;
One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom, A braver soldier never couched lance,
Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore; A gentler heart did never sway in court:
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, Bat kings and mightiest potcntates, must die; And wash away thy country's stained spots ! For that's the end of human misery. (Exeunt. Bur. Either she bath bewitch'd me wilt her words,
In honour of my poble lord of York,
Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you ; And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake? When Talbot hath set footing once in France, And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill, Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, 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 ransome paid, In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends. See then! thou fight'st against thy countrymen, And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-men. Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord; Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms.
Bur. I am vanquished ; these haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, And made me almost yield upon my knees.Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace : My forces and my power of men are yours ;So, farewell, Talbot ; I'll no longer trust thee.
Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn again! Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes
us fresh. Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
Alen. Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this, And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers ; And seek how we may prejudice the foe. [E.xeunt. SCENE IV-Paris. A Room in the Palace. Enter
King Henry, Gloster, and other Lords, Vernon, Bassel, óc. To them Talbot, and some of his officers.
Tal. My gracious prince,-and honourable peers, – Hearing of your arrival in this realm, I have a while given truce unto my wars, To do my duty to my sovereign : In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd To your obedience fifty fortresses, Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem, Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; And, with submissive loyalty of heart, Ascribes the glory of his conquest got, First to my God, and next unto your grace.
K. Hen. Is this the lorl Talbot, uncle Gloster,
Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
[Ereunt King Henry, Glo. Tal. and Nobles. Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Disgracing of these colours that I weat
SCENE I.-The same. A Room of State. Enter
King Henry, Gloster, Exeter, York, Suffolk, Sonzer set, Winchester, Warwick, Talbot, the Governor of Paris, and others.
Gloster, LORD bishop, set the crown upon luis bead. Win. God save king Henry, of that name the Sixth ! Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
(Governor kneels. That you elect no other king but him; Esteein none friends, but such as are his friends; And none your foes, but such as shall pretend Malicious practices against his state: This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
[Exeunt Governor and his Train.
Enter Sir John Fastolfe. Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais, To haste unto your coronation, A letter was deliver'd to my hands, Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy.
Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee! I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next, To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
[Plucking it ef
Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous,
Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords
He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort,
I crave the benefit of law of arms. Doth but usurp the sacred name of kniglit,
Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord: Profaning this most honourable order;
For though he seemn, with forged quaint conceit, And should (if I were worthy to be judge.)
To set a gloss upon his bold intent, Be quite degraded like a hedge-born swain
Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him; That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
And he first took exceptions at this badge, K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear’st thy Pronouncing-that the paleness of this flower doom:
Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight; York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.,
Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out,
[Exit Fastolfe. Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. -And now, my lord protector, view the letter
K. Hen. Good Lord ! what madness rules in brainSent from our uncle duke of Burgundy.
sick men; Glo. What means his grace, that he hath chang'a When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
his style? [Viewing the superscription. Such factions emulations shall arise ! No more but, plain and bluntly,–To the king? -Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, Hath he forgot, be is his sovereign?
Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. Or doth this churlislı superscription
York. Let this dissension first be try'd by fight, Pretend some alteration in good will?
And then your highness shall command a peace. What's here ?-I have, upon especial cause,- (Reads. Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck,
Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. Together with the pitiful complaints
Tork. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. f such as your oppression feeds upon,
Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. Forsaken your pernicious faction,
Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France.
Glo. Confirm it so ? Confounded be your strife! O monstrous treachery! Can this be so ;
And perish ye, with your audacious prate! That in alliance, amity, and oaths,
Presumptuous vassals ! are you not asham'd, There should be found such false dissembling guile?
With this immodest clamorous outrage, K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
To trouble and disturb the king and us? Clo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe.
-And you, my lords.-methinks, you do not well, K. Hen. Is that the worst this letter doth contain ?
To bear with their perverse objections : Gle. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
Much less to take occasion from their mouths K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk with
To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves ; bim,
Let me persuade you take a better course. And give him chastisement for this abuse :
Exe. It grieves his highness; good my lords, be My lord, dow say you ? are you not content?
friends. Tal. Content, my liege? yes; but that I am pre
K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be combatvented,
ants; I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto him Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.straight :
And you, my lords,-remember where we are; Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason ;
In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation; And what offence it is, to flout his friends.
If they perceive dissension in our looks,
And that within ourselves we disagree,
To wilful disobedience, and rebel?
Beside, what infamy will there arise,
When foreign princes shall be certify'd,
King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,
Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France ? speak.
O, think upon the conquest of my father, -Say. gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim?
My tender years; and let us not forego And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
That, for a trifle, that was bought with blood! Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. Bas. And I with him ; for he hath done me wrong.
I see no reason, if I wear this rose, K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you both com
[Putting on a red rose. plain?
That any one should therefore be suspicious First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
I mare incline to Somersel, than York: Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France,
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both : This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
As well they may upbraid me with my crown, Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. Saying-the sanguine colour of the leaves
But your discretions better can persuade, Did represent my master's blushing cheeks ;
Than I am able to instruct or teach: When stubbornly he did repugn the truth,
And therefore, as we hither came in peace, About a certain question in the law,
So let us still continue peace and love.Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him ;
Cousin of York, we institute your grace With other vile and ignominious terins ;
To be our regent in these parts of France :In confutation of which rude reproach,
And, good my lord of Somerset, unite And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
Your troops of horsemca with his bands of foot ;
And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, This is the latest glory of thy praise,
That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
For ere the glass, that now begins to run, Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest,
Finish the process of his sandy bour, After some respite, will return to Calais ;
These eyes, that see thee now well coloured, From thence to England ; where I hope ere long Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. To be presented, by your victories,
[Drum afarof With Charles, Alencon, and that traitorous rout. Hark! hark! the dauphin's drum, a warming bell, (Flourish. Eacunt King Henry, Gloster, Som Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul ;
erset, Winchester, Suffolk, and Basset. And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king
[Excunt Gen. c. from the walls. Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy :York. And so he did; but yet I like it not,
Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
-0, negligent and heedless discipline! War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him not; How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale? I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. A little herd of England's timorous deer,
York. And, if I wist, he did, -But let it rest; Mazd with a yelping kennel of French curs! Other affairs must now be managed.
If we be English deer, be then in blood: [Exeunt York, Warwick, and Vernon. Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch; Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags, voice;
Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
And make the cowards stand aloof at bay; I fear we should have seen decypher'd there
Sell every man his life as dear as mine, More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos d.
-God, and St. George! Talbot, and England's right! But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! [Exeun.. This jarring discord of nobility, *This should'ring of each other in the court,
SCENE 1I1.-Plains in Gascony. Enter York, with This factious bandying of their favourites,
Forces; to him a Messenger. But that he doth presage some ill event.
York. Are not the speedy scouts return d again, "Tis much, when sceptres are in children's hands; That dogg'd the mighty army of the dauphin? But more, when envy breeds unkind division;
Mcs. They are return'd, my lord; and give it oil, There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. [Exit.
That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,
To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along,
By your espials were discovered
I'wo mightier troops than that the dauphin led;
Bourdeaus. Trumpet sounds a parley. Enter on the walls, the York. A plagne upon that villain Somerset ; General of the French Forces, and others.
That thus delays my promised supply English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege !
Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;
And I'am lowted by a traitor villain,
And cannot help the noble chevalier :
God comfort him in this necessity !
If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
Enter Sir William Lucy. You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English strength, Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire; Never so needful on the earth of France, Who, in a moment, even with the earth
Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot; Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
Who now is girdled with a waist of iron, If you forsake the offer of their love.
And hemm'd about with grim destruction : Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour. The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
York. O God! that Somerset-who in proud heart On us, thou canst not enter but by death :
Doth stop my cornets-were in Talbot's place! For, I protest, we are well fortify'd,
So should we save a valiant gentleman, And strong enough to issue out and fight.
By forfeiting a traitor and a cowarl. Itthon retire, the dauphin, well appointed,
Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. On either hand thee there are squadrons pitchu, Lucy. O, send some succour to the distress d lord! To wall thee from the liberty of flight ;
Zork. He dies, we lose: I break my warlike word: And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset. And pale destruction mects thee in the face.
Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's sou!! Ten thousand French have ta’en the sacrament, And on his son, young John; whom, two hours since, To rive their dangerous artillery
I met in travel toward his warlike father ; Upon no christian soul but English Talbot.
This seven years did not Talbot see his son, Lo! there thou stand’st, a breathing valiant man, And now they meet where both their lives are donc. Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit:
York. Alas! wbat joy shall noble Talbot have,
To hid his young son welcome to his grave?
scene V.-The English Camp near Bourdeaur. Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
Enter Talbot and John his Son. That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
Tal. O young John Talbot ! I did send for thee, Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,
To tutor thee in stratagems of war; But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
That Talbot's name might be in the reviv'd, Maine, Bloys, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. [Exit.
Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
But-o malignant and ill-boding stars
Now thou art come unto a feast of death, Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
A terrible and unavoided danger: The conquests of our scarce-cold conqueror,
Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse; That ever-living man of memory,
And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape Henry the Fifth :-Whiles they each other cross,
By sudden flight : come, dally not, be gone. Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. [E..
John. Is my name Talbot ? and am I your son?
And shall I fy? O, if you love my mother, SCENE 1V.-Other Plains of Gascony. Enter Somer
Dishonour not her honourable name, set, with his Forces : an Officer of Talbot's with him.
To make a bastard, and a slave of me:
That basely fled, when noble Talbot stood.
Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. Might with a sally of the very town
John. He, that flies so, will ne'er return again. Be buckled with; the over-daring Talbot
Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour,
John. Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly: By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure : Your loss is great, so your regard should be; York set him on to fight, and die in shame,
My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name. Upon my death the French can little boast;
Offt. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost. Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid. Flight cannot stain the honour you have won ; Enter Sir William Lucy.
But mine it will, that no exploit have done :
You fled for vantage every one will swear ; Som: How now, Sir William ? whither were you sent?
But, if I bow, they'll say-it was for far,
There is no hope that ever I will stay,
If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away.
Here, on my knee, I beg mortality, Who, ring d about with bold adversity,
Rather than life presery'd with infamy, Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? To beat assailing death from his weak legions. And whiles the honourable captain there
John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb. Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue,
John. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
Tal. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. You, bis salse hopes, the trast of England's honour,
John. No part of him, but will be shame in me. Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it, Let not your private discord keep away
John. Yes, your renowned name ; shall fight abuse The levied succours that should lend him aid,
it ? While he, renowned noble gentleman, Fields up his life unto a world of odds ;
Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that
stain. Orleans, the bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,
John. You cannot witness for me, being slain.
If death be so apparent, then both fly.
Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight and die? Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims; My age was never tainted with such shame. Svearing that you withhold his levied host,
John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame? Collected for this expedition.
No more can I be sever'd from your side, Som. York lies; he might have sent and had the
Than can yourself yourself in twain divide : horse.
Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
For live I will not, if my father die. I owe him little duty, and less love;
Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending. Lucy. The fiaud of Eugland, not the force of France, Come, side by side together live and die ;
Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Talbot :
And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. Never to England shall be bear his life;
[Exeunt, But dics, betrayed to fortune by your strife. Soni. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen
SCENE VI.- A Field of battle. Alarum; Excur. straight ; Within six hours they will be at his aid.
sions, wherein Talbot's Son is hemmed about, and
Talbot rescues him.
Tal, Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight: And Aly would Talbot never, though he might. The regent hath with Talbot broke his word,
Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu ! And left us to the rage of France's sword.
[E.vcunt. I gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death.