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1-9. My lord, where are you? what devise Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not Shall we give over Orleans, or no? (you on? quickly.
Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants ! Enter WINCHESTER, attended by a Train of Ser. Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
vants in tawny Couts. Char. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll tight Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey? what it ont.
(be shut out? Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. Glo. Pield priest, dost thon commavd me to This night the siege assuredly I'll raise : Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, Expect St. Martin's summer, halcyon days, And not protector of the king or realm. Since I have entered into these wars.
Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator; Glory is like a circle in the water,
Thou, that contriv’dst to mirder our dead lord; Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Thou, that giv’st whores indulgences to sin : Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, With Henry's death, the English circle ends; If thou proceed in this thy insolence. (a foot; Dispersed are the glories it included.
Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge Now am I like that proud insulting ship, This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once. To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. (back:
Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth Heler, the mother of great Constantine, I'll use, to carry thee out of this place. Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee. Win. Do what thou darst; I beard thee to Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth, thy face.
[face? How may I reverently worship thee enough? Glo. What, am I dard, and bearded to my Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the Draw, men, for all this privileged place; siege.
(honours ; | Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, buware your Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our
beard ; Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. [GLOSTER and his men attack the Bishop. Char. Presently we'll try :--Come, let's away I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly : about it:
Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat; No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. In spite of pope or dignities of church,
[Exeunt. Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the SCENE III. London. Hill be fore the Tower.
pope. Enver, at the Gates, the DUKE OF GLOSTER, with Now beat them hence, Why do you let them stay?
Glo. Winchester goose, I cry—a rope! a rope! his Serving-men, blue Coats.
Thee I'll chase hence, thoni wolf in sheep's array. Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day: Out, tawny coats !-out, scarlet hypocrite! Since Henry's death, I fear there is convey- Here a grea! Tumult. In the midst of it, enter the
Mayor of London, and Officers. Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
May. Fye, lordis! that you, being supremo Open the gates ; Gloster it is that calls.
(Servants knock. 1 Ward. (Within.] Who is there that knocks
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
Glo. Peace, mayor: thou know'st little of so imperiously?
my wrongs: 1 Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster. 2 Ward. (Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may Hath here distrnin'd the Tower to his use.
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, not let him in.
(lains? 1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, vil. One that still motions war, and never peace,
Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens; 1 Ward. (Within.) The Lord protect him! so O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; we answer'd him :
That seeks to overthrow religion, We do not otherwise than we are will'd. Glo. Who willed you? or whose will stands, And would have armour here out of the Tower,
Because he is protector of the realm; but mine?
Tocrown himself king, and suppress the prioce. There's none protector of the realm, but I.
Glo, I will not answer thee with words, but Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize:
blows. [Here they skirmish again. Shall I be fouted thus by dunghill grooms?
May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous Servants rush at the Tower Gales. Enter, to the But to make open proclamation :- (strife,
Gates, WOODVILLE, the Licutenant. Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst. Wood. (Bithin.) What noise is this? what Off. Al manner of men, assembleil here in arms this traitors have we here?
day against God's peace and the king's, we charge Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? and command you, in his highness' name, to repair Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter. to your several dwelling-places, and not to wear, Wood. (Within.] Have patience, noble duke: handle, or use, any sword, weapon, or dagger, I may not open;
hence forward, upom pain of death. The cardinal of Winchester forbids:
Glo. Cardinal, i'll be no breaker of the law: From him I have express commandment, But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in. Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him be sure: 'fore me?
Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work. Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate, May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away: Whoin Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could This cardinal is more haughty than the devil. brook?
Glo. Mayor, farewell; thou dost but what Thou art no friend to God, or to the king;
thou may'st. Open the gates, or I'll shut thee ont shortly. Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thr head;
1 Serv. Open the gates upto the lord protector; For I intend to have it, ere long. Exeuri.
May. See the coast cleard, and then we will Now it is supper-time in Orleans : depart.
[bear! Here, through this grate, I can count every one, Good God! that nobles should such stomachs And view the Frenchmen how they fortify; i myself fight not once in forty year. (E.ceunt. Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William GlansSCENE IV. France. Before Orleans.
Let me have your express opinions, (dale, Enter, on the Walls, the Master Gunner, and his Son. Where is best place to make our battery next. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is Gar. I think, at the north gate, for there stand besieg'd :
lords. And how the English have the suburbs won, Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Tal. Foraught I see, this city must be famish'd, Hlowe'er unfortunate, I miss'd my aim. Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. M. Gren. But now thou shalt not. Be thou [Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and Sir rul'd by me:
TRO. GARORAVE fall. Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched Something I must do, to procure me grace:
sinners, The prince's espials have informed me,
Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, wofnl man How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd, Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
cross'd us? In yonder tower, to overpeer the city; Speak, Salisbury: at least, if thon canst speak; And thence discover how, with most advantage, How farist thou, mirror of all martial men ? They may vex us, with shot, or with assault. One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck To intercept this inconvenience,
Accursed tower!'accursed fatal hand, (off!-A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd ; That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy ! And fully even these three days have I watch'd, In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame; If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch, Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars : For I can stay no longer.
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up, If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word; Ilis sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.-And thou shalt find me at the governor's. Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury ? though thy speech
doth fail, Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care: One eye thou hast to look to heaven for grace : I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them. The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. Enter, in an upper Chamber of a Tower, the Lords Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
SALISBURY, and Talbot, Sir WILLIAM GLANS- If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands? DALE, Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE, and Others.
Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it. Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life? How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him. Or by what means gott'st thou to be releas'd? Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort; Discourse, I prythee, on this turret's top.
Thou shalt not die, whilesTal. The duke of Bedford hath a prisoner,
IIe beckons with his hand, and smiles on me; Called-the brave Lord Ponton de santrailles; As who should say, When I am dead and gone, For him I was exchang'd and ransomed.
Remember to avenge me on the French.But with a baser man of arms by far, [me: Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero, Once, in contempt, they would have barterd Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn : Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death Wretched shall France be only in my name. Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
(Thunder heard; afterwards an Alarun.
Whatstiris this? What tumult's in the heavens? In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd. [heart! But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my
Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ? Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
Enter a Messenger. If I now had him brought into my power.
Mess. My lord, my lord, the French hase Sal. Yet tellist thou not, how thou wert enter- The Danphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
gather'd head; tain'd.
[taunts, Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious
A holy prophetess, new risen up,In open market place produc'd they me,
Is come with a great power to raise the siege. To be a publick spectacle to all;
(SALISBURY growns, Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury dotu The scare-crow that affrights our children so.
groan! Then broke I from the officers that led me;
It irks his heart, he cannot be revenged.And with my nails digg'd stones out of the Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or doyfish,
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you :ground, To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
Your hearts I'll stampont with my horse's heels, My gristly countenance made others fly;
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.None durst come near for fear of sudden death. And then we'll try what these dastard French
Couvey me Salisbury into his tent,
men dare. Eceunt, bearing out the Bodies. spread, That they suppos’d, I could rend bars of steel, Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbot pursupth the Dau
SCENE V. The same. Before one of the Gates. And spurn in pieces posts of adamant: Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
phin, and driveth him in : then enter JOAN LA That walk'd about me every minute-while;
PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her. Then
enter TALBOT. And if I did but stir out of my bed, Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you en
my force ? But we will be reveng'd sufficiently. dured ; Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:
A woman clad in armour chaseth them. And all the priests and friars in my realm Enter La PUCELLE.
Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise. Here, here she comes :-I'll have a bout with A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear, Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee : (thee;
Than Rhodope's, of Memphis, ever was : Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
In memory of her, when she is dead, And straightway give thy soul to him thou Her ashes, in an urn more precious serv'st.
Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius, Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must dis- Transported shall be at high festivals grace thee,
[They fight. Before the kings and queens of France. Tal. Heavens, can yon suffer hell so to prevail? No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, My breast I'll burst with straining of mycourage, But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, Come in, and let us banquet royally, But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. After this golden day of victory. Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet
SCENE I. The same. (PUCELLE enters the Town, with Soldiers. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's Enter to the gates, a French Sergeant, and treo wheel;
Sentinels. I know not where I am, nor what I do:
Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant; A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists: Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. stench,
1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit Sergeant.] Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.
Thus are pod servitors They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs; (When others sleep upon their quiet beds) Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. Constraip'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold,
(A short Alarum. Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, Or tear the lions out of England's coat:
with Scaling Ladders; their Drums beating a Renounce your soil, give sheep in lion's stead:
dead March. Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Tal. Lord regent, -and redoubted BurgunOr horse, or oxen, from the leopard,
dy,As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. By whose approach, the regions of Artois,
[Alarum. Another Skirmish. Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,It will not be -Retire into your trenches : This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, You all consented unto Salisbury's death, Having all day carous'd and banqueted: For none would strike a stroke in his revenge,
Embrace we then this opportunity;
As fitting best to quittance their deceit,
Bed. Coward of France !-how much he The shame hereof will make me hide my head. wrongs his fame, [Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot and Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, his Forces, dec.
To join with witches, and the help of hell.
Bur. Traitors have never other company.
But what's that Pucelle, whom they teri so Enter, on the walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, Tul. A maid they say.
(pure ? ALENCON, and 'Soldiers,
A maid! and be so martial Pic. Advance our waving colours on the Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere walls:
long; Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :- If underneath the standard of the French, Thas Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. She carry armour as she hath begun. (spirits : Char. Divinest creature, bright Astrea's Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with daughter,
God is our fortress; in whose conqnering name How shall I honour thee for this success? Let us resolve to scale their finty bulwarks. Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the thee. next
Tal. Not all together: better far I guess, France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess! That we do make our entrance several ways; kecover'd is the town of Orleans :
That, if it chance the one of us do fail, More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. The other yet may rise against their force. Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner. the town?
And I to this. Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his And feast and banquet in the open streets,
grave. To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right Alen. All France will be replete with mirth Of English Henry, shall this night appear and joy,
(men. How much in duty I am bound to both. When they shall hear how we have play'd the [The English scale the Walls, crying, St. George! Char. "Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is a Talbot! and all enter by the Town. won;
Sent. (Within.] Arm, arm! the enemy doth For which, I will divide my crown with her: make assault !
The French Vap over the Walls in their shirts. What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
En!cr, several ways, BASTARD, ALexCox, REIG- Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd : Alen. How now, my lords ? what, all unready upon the which, that every one may read, so?
(well. Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans; Tast. Coready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so The treacherous manner of his mournful death, Reig. "Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave And what a terror he had been to France.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre, our beds,
I muse, we met pot with the Dauphin's grace; Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.
Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise [arms, Nor any of his false confederates.
Bed. 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the More venturous, or desperate than this.
fight began, prst. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, him.
They did amongst the troops of armed men,
[sped. Aien. Here cometh Charles; I marvel how he Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discerti, Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE.
For smoke, and dusty vapours of the night) Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. Am sure I scar'd the Dauphin, and his trull;
Chur. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitfuldame? When arm in arm they both came swiftly run. Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, Like a pair of loving turtle-doves,
Ining, Make us partakers of a little gain,
That could not live asunder day or night. That now our loss might be ten times so much? After that things are set in order here, Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his We'll follow them with all the power we have friend?
Enter a Messenger. At all times will you have my power alike ?
Mess. All hail, my lords! which of this princely Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail,
Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts (train Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? Improvident soldiers ! had your watch been so much applauded through the realm of France?
Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak good,
with him ? This sudden mischief never could have fall'n. Char. Duke of Alencon, this was your default; with modesty admiring thy renown,
Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, That, being captain of the watch to-night,
(safe Did look no better to that weighty charge.
By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchAlen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, That she may
boast she hath beheld the man
To visit her poor castle where she lies;
Whose glory fills the world with loud report,
Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars Bast. Mine was secure. Reig. And so was mine, my lord.
Will turn unto a peaceful comick sport, Char. And, for myself, most part of all this When ladies crave to be encountered with.night,
You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,
Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world
of men I was employed in passing to and fro, About relieving of the sentinels :
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman's kindness overruld: Then how, or which way, should they first break
And therefore tell her, I return great thanks ; Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the
And in submissiou will attend on her.
[place How, or which way; 'tis sure they found some
Will not your honours bear me coinpany ? But 'weakly guarded, where the breach was And I have heard it said, — Unbidden guests
Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will: made,
Are often welcomest when they are gone. And now there rests no other shift but this,To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, I mean to prove this lady's
Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy, And lay new platforms to endamage them.
Come hither,captain. [Whispers.]-You perceive Alarun. Enter an English Soldier, crying a Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their Clothes
Capt. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. behind.
(Ereint. Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
SCENE III. Auvergne. Court of the Castle. For I have loaden me with many spoils,
Enter the Countess and her Porter. Using no other weapon but his name. [Erit. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in SCENE II. Orleans. Within the Town.
[ue. Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, And, when you have done so, bring the keys to and Others. Port. Madam, I will.
Erit. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is filed, I shall as famous be by this exploit,
Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall ont
(right, Whose pitchy mantle over-veild the earth. Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
As Scythian Thomoris by Cyrus' death. [Retreat sounded.
And his achievements of no less account: Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury; And here advance it in the market-place,
Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, The middle centre of this cursed town,
To give their ceasure of these rare reports. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
Enter Messenger and TALBOT. For every drop of blood was drawn from him, Mess. Madam, There hath at least five Frenchmen died to According as your ladyship desir'd, And, that hereafter ages may behold (night. By message crav'd, so is Lord Talbot come.
Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the Taste of your wine, and see whatcates you have; Mess. Madam, it is.
(man? For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. Coront.
Is this the scourge of France ? Count. With all my heart: and think me hoIs this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad,
noured That with his name the mothers still their To feast so great a warrior in my house. I see report is fabulous and false : (babes?
[Exeunt. I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
SCENE IV. London. The Temple Garden. A second Hector, for his grim aspect, And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs Enter the Earls OF SOMERSET,SUFFOLK,and WARAlas! this is a child, a silly dwarf:
WICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Vernon, and It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp
another Lawyer. Should strike such terror to his enemies.
Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you: this silence ? But, since your ladyship is not at leisure, Dare no man answer in a case of truth? I'll sort some other time to visit you.
Suff. Within the Temple hall we were too loud: Count. What means he now?--Go ask him, The garden here is more convenient. whither he goes.
[craves Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady truth; To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error?
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law; I go to certify her, Talbot's here.
And never yet could frame my will to it;
And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then Tal. Prisoner ? to whom ?
(higher pitch, Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord ;
War. Between two hawks, which flies the And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. Between twodogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, Between two blades, which bears the better For in my gallery thy picture hangs;
temper, But now ihe substance shall endure the like; Between two horses, which doth bear him best, And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye That hast by tyranny, these many years, I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgWasted our country, slain our citizens,
ment; And sent our sons and husbands captivate. But in these nice sharp quilléts of the law, Tal. Ha, ha, ha!
(turn to inoan. Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Count. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbear
Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, The truth appears so naked on my side, (ance: To think that you have aught but Talbot's sha- That any purblind eye might find it out. Whereon to praetise your severity. [dow, Som. And on my side, it is so well apparella, Count. Why, art not thou the man?
So clear, so shining, and so evident, Tal.
I am indeed. That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Count. Then have I substance too.
Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
to speak, You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here; In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: For what yon see, is but the smallest part Let him, that is a true-born gentleman, And least proportion of humanity:
And stands upon the honour of his birth, I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatCownt. This is a riddling merchant for the terer, nonce :
But dare maintain the party of the truth, He will be here, and yet he is not here : Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. How can these contrarieties agree?
War. I love no colours; and, without all colour Tal. That will I show you presently. Of base insinuating flattery,
I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. Hewinds a Horn. Drums heard; then a peal of Ord
Suj. I pluck this red rose, with young Somernance. The Gates being forced enter Soldiers.
And say withal, I think he held the right. (set; How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen: and pluck That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
no more, These are his substance, sinews, arms, and Till you conclude--that he, upon whose side strength,
The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; Shall yield the other in the right opinion. Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected; And in a moment makes them desolate. If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. Count. Victorions Talbot! pardon my abuse : Plan. And I.
(case, I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited, Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
I Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; Giving my verdict on the white rose side. For I am sorry, that with reverence
Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; I did not entertain thee as thou art. (strue Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor miscon- And fall on my side so against your will. The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, The outward composition of his body. Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, What you have done, hath not offended me: And keep me on the side where still I am. No other satisfaction do I crave,
Som. Well, well, come on: Who else ? But only (with your patience) that we may Law. Unless my study and my books be false,