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Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, | Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. [tion, And of thy cunning had no diffidence; One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, And we will make thee famous through the world.
Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good." Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words,
Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor should that nation boast it so with us, But be extirped from our provinces.
Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd+ from France,
And not have title to an earldom here.
Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly na-
Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their
Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty* words of hers
Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, work,
To bring this matter to the wished end.
[Drums heard. Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. An English March. Enter, and pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his Forces.
There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread;
Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and
Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
Bur. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.
Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with
Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of
Stay, let thy humbie handmaid speak to thee.
And see the cities and the towns defac'd
As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
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
SCENE IV.-Paris.-A Room in the Palace.
Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and other Lords, VERNON, BASSET, &c. To them TALEOT, and some of his Officers.
Tal. My gracious prince,-and honourable peers,
Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
That hath so long been resident in France?
* Elevated. Confirmed in opinion. Rewarded.
Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,
We here create you earl of Shrewsbury;
[Exeunt King HENRY, GLOSTER, TALBOT,
Ver. Now, Sir, to you, that were so hot at Disgracing of these colours, that I wear [sea, In honour of my noble lord of York,Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st?
Bas. Yes, Sir; as well as you dare patronage The envious barking of your saucy tongue Against my lord the duke of Somerset.
Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye
That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Or else this blow should broach thy dearest But I'll unto his majesty, and crave [blood. I may have liberty to 'venge this wrong; When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
And, after, meet you sooner than you would. [Exeunt.
SCENE I.-The same.-A Room of State. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, WARWICK, TALBOT, the GOVERNOR of Paris, and others.
Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
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: Esteem 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 Gov. and his Train.
Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE.
Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from [Calais,
To haste unto your coronation,
Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous,
Knights of the garter were of noble birth;
Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight; Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.[Exit FASTOLFE,
And now, my lord protector, view the letter
[Viewing the superscription.
Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe.
K. Hen. Is that the worst, this letter doth contain?
Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk with him,
And give him chastisement for this abuse:My lord, how say you? are not you content? Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am prevented, [ploy'd. I should have begg'd I might have been emK. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto him straight: [son; Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treaAnd what offence it is, to flout his friends. Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still, You may behold confusion of your foes. [Exit.
Enter VERNON and BASSET.
Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign!
Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat
And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,
Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me, think upon the conquest of my father,
K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord: For though he seem, with forged quaint conTo set a gloss upon his bold intent, [ceit, Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him; And he first took exceptions at this badge, Pronouncing-that the paleness of this flower Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out,
Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
And then your highness shall command a peace.
Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
Exe. It grieves his highness;-Good my lords; be friends.
K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be combatants: [favour, Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our 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 dissention 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,
My tender years; and let us not forego
[Putting on a red Rose.
[Flourish. Exeunt King HENRY, GLO. SOM.
Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
Other affairs must now be managed.
[Exeunt YORK, WARWICK, and VERNON. Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress
For, had the passions of thy heart burst ont, I fear we should have seen decipher'd there More rancorous spite, more furious raging Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd. [broils, But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees This jarring discord of nobility, This should'ring of each other in the court, This factious bandying of their favourites, But that it doth presage some ill event. 'Tis much, when sceptres are in children's hands; [sion; But more, when envyt breeds unkindt diviThere comes the ruin, there begins confusion. [Exit.
SCENE II.-France.-Before Bourdeaux. Enter TALBOT, with his Forces. Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter, Summon their general unto the wall. Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter, on the Walls, the GENERAL of the French Forces, and others. English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, Servant in arms to Harry king of England; And thus he would,-Open your city gates, 'Tis strange, or wonderful.
Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
Who, in a moment, even with the earth
Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
[Exeunt GENERAL, &c. from the Walls. Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
O, negligent and heedless discipline!
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, [power, That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his 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 Somerse That thus delays my promised supply 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.
Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English Never so needful on the earth of France, strength, Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot; Who now is girdled with a waist of iron, And hemm'd about with grim destruction: To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's
York. O God! that Somerset-who in proud
Doth stop my cornets-were in Talbot's place!
York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word:
We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset. [get; Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave TalAnd on his son, young John; whom two hours [since,
This seven years did not Talbot see his son; And now they meet where both their lives are
I met in travel toward his warlike father!
'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. [Exit.
SCENE IV.-Other Plains of Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with his Forces; an OFFICER of TALBOT'S with him.
Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now; This expedition was by York, and Talbot, Too rashly plotted; all our general force Might with a sally of the very town Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour, By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure: York set him on to fight, and die in shame, That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the
Offi. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for åid.
Vanquished, baffled + Expended, consumed.
Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY.
Som. How now, Sir William? whither were you sent?
Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and sold lord Talbot;*
Who, ring'd aboutt with bold adversity,
And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue,
Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
Som. York set him on, York should have sent him aid.
Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
Swearing that you withhold his levied host, Collected for this expedition.
Som. York lies; he might have sent and had the horse:
I owe him little duty, and less love; [ing. And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sendLucy. The fraud of England, not the force
Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
Within six hours they will be at his aid.
For fly he could not, if he would have fled; And fly would Talbot never, though he might. Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu! Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame [Exeunt.
SCENE V.-The English Camp, near Bourdeaux.
Enter TALBOT und JOHN his Son. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for To tutor thee in stratagems of war; [thee, That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. But,-O malignant and ill-boding stars!Now thou art come unto a feast of death,‡ A terrible and unavoided danger: [horse; Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone. John. Is my name Taibot? and am I your son?
And shall I fly? O, if you love my mother,
Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. John. Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
Your loss is great, so your regard* should be;
John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.
Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. John. To fight I will, but not to fly the toe. Tal. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. John. No part of him, but will be shame in
No more can I be sever'd from your side, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide: Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; For live I will not, if my father die.
Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair [son, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. Come, side by side together live and die; And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. [Exeunt.
SCENE VI.-A Field of Battle. Alarum: Excursions, wherein TALBOT's Son is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him. Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers,
The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, And left us to the rage of France his sword. Where is John Talbot?-pause, and take thy breath;
I gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death. John. O twice my father! twice am I thy [done; The life, thou gav'st me first, was lost and Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate, To my determin'dt time thou gav'st new date.
Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy
sword struck fire,
It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire Of bold fac'd victory. Then leaden age, Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike
Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy, And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee. The ireful bastard Orleans-that drew blood From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood I. e. From one utterly ruined by the treacherous Of thy first fight-I soon encountered; practices of others.
+ Encircled. To a field where death will be feasted with slaughter. For unavoidable.