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Alarum: Excursions. Enter from the Town,
BEDFORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with
TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the English
Forces. Then, enter on the Walls, LA
and others.

Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn
for bread ?

I think the duke of Burgundy will fast,
Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste?
Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless cour-

I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,
And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before

that time.

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Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours !
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,

1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the And twit with cowardice a man half dead! city,

And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
Therefore we'll knock.


Guard. [Within.] Qui est là?
Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France :
Poor market-folks, that come to sell their


Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. [Opens the Gates. Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.

[PUCELLE, &c. enter the City. Enter CHARLES, BASTARD of Orleans, ALENSON, and Forces.

Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem!

And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.
Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her prac-

Now she is there, how will she specify
Where is the best and safest passage in ?

Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder

Which, once discern'd, shows, that her meaning is,

No way to that, + for weakness, which she enter'd. Enter LA PUCELLE on a Battlement: holding out a Torch burning.

Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch,

Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
Puc. Are you so hot, Sir ?-Yet, Pucelle, hold
thy peace;

If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.-
[TALBOT, and the rest consult together.
God speed the parliament ! who shall be the

Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the
field ?

Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools,

To try if that our own be our's or no.

Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate,
But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest;
Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
Alen. Signior, no.
Tal. Signior, hang!-base

France !



Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,
And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the

For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.-
God be wi' you, my lord! we came, Sir, but to
tell you
That we are here.

[Exeunt LA PUCELLE, &c. from the Walls.
Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long,
Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame !—
Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
(Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in
Either to get the town again, or die:
the beacon of our And I,-as sure as English Henry lives,

That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen :
But burning fatal to the Talbotites.
Bast. See, noble Charles


The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
Alen. Defer no time, Delays bave dangerous

Enter, and cry-The Dauphin !-presently,
And then do execution on the watch.

[They enter.

Alarum. Enter TALBOT, and certain


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Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
The valiant duke of Bedford :-Come, my lord,
We will bestow you in some better place,
Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age.

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:
Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen,

Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with And will be partner of your weal, or woe.

thy tears,

If Talbot but survive thy treachery.-
Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
That hardly we escap'd the pride of France.
[Excunt to the Town.

• Confederates in stratagems.
Le. No way equal to that.
1 Haughty power.

Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.

Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I

That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,
Came to the field, and vanquished his foes:
Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearte,
Because I ever found them as myself.

• Brother to Aurelius, and father to king Arthur

Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast !Then be it so :-Heavens keep old Bedford safe!

And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
But gather we our forces out of hand,
And set upon our boasting enemy.

[Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces,
leaving BEDFORD, and others.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE, and a CAPTAIN.

Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?

Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight;

We are like to have the overthrow again. Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord bot?

Fast. Ay,

All the Talbots in the world to save my life.

And of thy cunning bad 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

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

By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words,
We will entice the duke of Burgundy
To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do

France were no place for Henry's warriors; Tal-Nor should that nation boast it so with us, But be extirped from our provinces.

[Erit. Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! [Exit. Enter from the Town, CHARLES, &c. and

Retreat: Excursions.
Exeunt, flying.

Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please;

For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.

[Dies, and is carried off in his Chair. Alarum: Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and others.

Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
This is a double honour, Burgundy :
Yet, heavens have glory for this victory!

Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument.

Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?

I think, her old familiar is asleep : Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles bis gleeks? *

What, all a-mort?+ Rouen hangs her head for grief,

That such a valiant company are fed.
Now will we take some order in the town,
Placing therein some expert officers;
And then depart to Paris, to the king;
For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies.
Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Bur-

Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget
The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,
But see his exequies fulfill'd in Roüen;
A braver soldier never couched lance;
A gentler heart did never sway in court:
But kings and mightiest potentates must die;
For that's the end of human misery.


SCENE III.-The same.-The Plains near

the City.

PUCELLE, and Forces.

Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedied.
Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,
And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train,
If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul'd.
Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto,

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Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd + from France,

And not have title to an earldom here.
Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will

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;
And all the troops of English after him.
A French March. Enter, the duke of BUR-

GUNDY and Forces. Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and his;

Fortune, in favour, make him lag behind.
Summon a parley, we will talk with him.

[A Parley sounded. Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. Bur. Who craves a parley with the Bargundy?

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
thy words.

Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of

Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile

And see the cities and the towns defac'd
By wasting ruin of the cruel foe !

As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
See, see, the pining malady of France;
Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thou thyself hast given her woeful breast!
O turn thy edged sword another way;
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that

One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's
Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign


Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,
And wash away thy country's stained spots!

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. Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation,

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,

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And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive ?
Call we to mind,-and mark but this, for

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,
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-

Come, come, return; return, thou wanð'ring lord;

Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their


Bur. I ain vanquished; these haughty words of her's

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 your's ;-
So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
Puc. Done like a Frenchman, turu, 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.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Paris.-A Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and other Lords, VERNON, BASSET, &c. 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



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 lord Talbot, uncle Glos
That hath so long been resident in France ?
Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my

K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious lord!

When I was young, (as yet I am not old,)
I do remember how my father said,
A stouter champion never handled sword.
Long since we were resolved + of your truth,
Your faithful service, and your toil in war ;
Yet never have you tasted our reward,
Or been reguerdon'd † with so much as thanks,
Because till now we never saw your face :
Therefore, stand up; and, for these good de-

We here create you earl of Shrewsbury;
And in our coronation take your place.
and Nobles.

Ver. Now, Sir, to you, that were so hot at


Disgracing of these colours, that I wear Su honour of my noble lord of York,

• Elevated.

Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st?

Bast. 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.
Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as

Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye
[Strikes him.
Bus. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is

That who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.

But I'll unto his majesty, and crave

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

And, after, meet you sooner than you would.




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:


none friends, but such as are his friends;

And none your foes, but such as shali pretend ⚫
Malicious practices against his state:
This shall ye do, so help you righteous God !
[Exeunt Gov. and his Train.


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 off.

(Which I have done) because unworthily
Thou wast installed in that high degree.-
Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:
This dastaid, at the battle of Patay,
When but in all I was six thousand strong,
And that the French were almost ten to one,
Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
Like to a trusty squire, did run away;
In which assault we lost twelve hundred men ;
Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,
Were there supris'd, and taken prisoners.
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
This ornament of kuighthood, yea or no.

Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous
And ill beseeming any common inan;
Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.
Tal. When first this order was ordaiu'd, my


Knights of the garter were of noble birth;
Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
But always resolute in most extremes. §

4 Confirmed in opinion. ↑ Rewarded.

• Design.

1 High.

+ Mean, dastardly. I. e. In greatest extremitica,



He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort,
Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight.
Profaning this most honourable order;
And should (if I were worthy to be judge,)
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-boru swain
That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen I thou hear'st
thy doom:

Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight:
Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.-
And now, my lord protector, view the letter
Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy.
Glo. What means his grace, that he hath
chang'd his style!

[Viewing the superscription.
No more but, plain and bluntly,-To the king?
Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign ?
Or doth this churlish superscription
Pretend some alteration in good will?
What's here?—I have, upon especial cause,-
Mov'd with compassion of my country's

Together with the pitiful complaints
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;
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,
There should be found such false dissembling
K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy


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, +

I should have begg'd I might have been em-

K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto him straight :

Let him perceive, bow ill we brook his treason;

And 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.

Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious
reign !

Bas. Aud me, my lord, grant me the combat


York. This is my servant: Hear him,
prince !
Som. And this is mine: Sweet Henry,


Act IV.
When stubbornly he did repugn⚫ the truth,
About a certain question in the law,
Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him;
With other vile and ignominious terms:
In confutation of which rude reproach,
And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
I crave the benefit of law of armis.

Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord:
For though he seem, with forged quaint con-

To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
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


Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York,
will out,

Though ne'er so cunningly you smotber it.
K. Hen. Good lord! what madness rules in
brain-sick men ;

When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
Such factious emulations shall arise !-
Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
York. Let this dissention first be tried by


then your highness shall command a peace. Som. The quarrel toucheth none but alone;


Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
York. There is my pledge: accept it, So-


Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
Glo. Confirm it so? Confounded


be your

And perish ye, with your audacious prate !
Presumptuous vassals! are you not asham'd,
With this immodest clamorous outrage
To trouble and disturb the king and us!
And you, my lords,-methinks, you do not

To bear with their perverse objections;
Much less to take occasion from their mouths
To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves :
Let me persuade you take a better course.
Exe. It grieves his highness;-Good
lords; be friends.


K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be combatants :

Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our


Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.-
And you, my lords,-remember where we are;
sove-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 rebe!?
Beside, what infamy will there arise,
When foreign princes shall be certified,
That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,
King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,
Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of
France ?



K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them
leave to speak.-

Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
And wherefore crave you combat? or with


Ver. With him my lord; for he hath done
me wrong.

Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me

K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you
both complain ?

First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
Bas. Crossing the sea from England into


This fellow here with envious carping tongue,
Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
Saying-the sanguine colour of the leaves
Did represent my master's blushing checks,
+ Anticipated.

• Design.

think upon the couquest of my father,
My tender years; and let us not forego
That for a trifle, that was bought with blood:
Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
I see no reason, if I wear this rose.

[Putting on a red Rose.
more incline to Somerset than York:
That any one should therefore be suspicious
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both :
As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
Because forsooth the king of Scots is crown'd.
But your discretions better can persuade,
Than I am able to instruct or teach :
And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
So let us still continue peace and love.-
+ Betrayal.

• Resist.

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To wall thee from the liberty of flight:
And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
But death doth front thee with apparent spoil,
And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacra-

To rive their dangerous artillery

Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.

Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,

Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit:

From thence to England; where I hope ere This is the latest glory of thy praise,


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[Flourish Exeunt King HENRY, GLO. SOM. WIN. SUF. and BASSET.

War. My lord of York, 1 promise you, the king

Prettily, methought, did play the orator.

York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset. Wor. Tush that was but his fancy, blame him not:

I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no barm.

York. And if I wist he did,-But let rest;

Other affairs must now be managed.


[Exeunt YORK, WARWICK, and VERNON. Exe. Well didst thou, Richard to suppress

thy voice:

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That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
Finish the process of his sandy hour,
These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead.
[Drum afar off.

Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,

Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
And mine shal! ring thy dire departure out.

[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 !
How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale;
A little herd of England's timorous deer,
Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs!
If we be English deer, be then in blood : +
For rascal-like, to fall-down with a pinch;
But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags
Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of

And make the cowards stand aloof at bay :
Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
And they shall find dear deer of us, my


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 MES


SCENE II.-France.-Before Bourdeaux.

Enter TALBOT with his Forces.

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,

Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, tram- That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his


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,
Be humble to us; call my sovereign your's,
And do him homage as obedient subjects,
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing

Who, in a moment, even with the earth
Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
If you forsake the offer of their love.

Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge !
The period of thy tyranny approachetb.
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,'
Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,

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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 Somerset ;
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.


Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English strength,

Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot;
Never so needful on the earth of France,
Who now is girdled with a waist of iron,
And hemm'd about with grim destruction:
To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux,


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