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The argument you held, was wrong in you; And, if thou be not then created York,

(10 SOMERSET. I will not live to be accounted Warwick. In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. Mean time, in signal of my love to thee, Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argu- Against proud Somerset, and William Poole, ment?

Will I upon thy party wear this rose : Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, And here I prophesy,—This brawl today, Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red. Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit Shall send, between the red rose and the white, our roses ;

A thousand souls to death and deadly night. For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you, The truth ɔn our side.

That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Som.

No, Plantagenet, Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same. 'Tis not for fear; but anger;--that thy cheeks Law. And so will I. Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses; Plan. Thanks, gentle sir. And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,

Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? This quarrel will drink blood another day. Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

(xeunt. Pian. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain

SCENE V. The same. A Room in the Tower. his truth; Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. Enter MORTIMER, brought inachair by two Keepers. Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleed- Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, ing roses,

Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. That shall maintain what I have said is true, Even like a man new haled from the rack, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. So fare my limbs with long imprisonment : Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my and these gray locks, the pursuivants of death, hand,

Nestor-like aged, in an age of care, I scorn thee and thy faction, peevish boy. Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, Planta- These eyes,-like lamps whose wasting oil is genet.

spent, Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent: him and thee,

Weak shoulders,overborne with burd'ning grief, Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole! That droops his sapless branches to the We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. ground :

[numh, War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him. Yet are these feet-whose strengthless stay is Somerset;

Unable to support this lump of clay, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, Third son to the third Edward, king of England, As witting I no other comfort have.Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root? But tell me, keeper, will iny nephew come?

Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, 1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.

Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; On any plot of ground in Christendom: (words and answer was return'a that he will come. Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, Mor. Enough; mysoul shall then be satisfied. For treason executed in our late king's days?' Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. And, by his treason, standst not thou attainted, Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? (Before whose glory I was great in arms), His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood; This loathsome sequestration have I had; And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman. And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd,

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted; Deprived of honour and inheritance : Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor; But now, the arbitrator of despairs, And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence; For your partaker Poole, and you yourself, I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd, I'll note you in my book of memory,

That so he might recover what was lost, To scourge you for this apprehension:

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGEXET, Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd. 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still: come.

[come? And know us, by these colours, for thy foes; Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd,

Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes. As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, (rose, Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his Will I for ever, and my faction, wear;

And in his bosom spend my latter gasp : [neck, Until it wither with me to my grave,

0, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, Or flourish to the height of my degree. That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy And now declare, sweet stem from York's great ambition !

stock, And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Erit. Why didst thou say-of late thou wert despis'd? Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, am- Pian. First, lean thine aged back against mine bitious Richard.

(Exit. arm; Plan. How I am brat'd, and inust perforce And, in that case, I'll tell thee my disease. endure it!

[house, This day, in argument upon a case, War. This blot, that they object against your some words there grew'twixt Somerset and me: Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, Among which terms be us'd his lavish tongue, Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster: And did upbraid me with my father's death;

come:

Art Third.

Which obloqny set bars before my tongue, And what I do imagine, let that rest.Else with the like I had requited him: Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself Therefore, good uncle, -for my father's sake, Will see his burial better than his life.In honour of a true Plantagenet,

[Exeunt Keepers, bearing out MORTIMEX. And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort : Mor. Thatcause, fair nephew, that imprison's And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, me,

Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth, I doubt not, but with

honour to redress : Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine, And therefore haste I to the parliament; Was cursed instrument of his decease. Either to be restored to my blood,

Plan. Discover more at large what cause that Or make my ill, the advantage of my good. For I am ignorant, and cannot guess. (was;

[Erit. Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, And death approach not ere my tale be done. Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king, Depos'd his nephew Richard; Edward's son, The first begotten, and the lawful heir

SCENE I. The same. The Parliament House. Of Edward king, the third of that descent: During whose reign, the Percies of the north, Flourish. Enter King Henry, EXETER, GLOSTER, Finding his usurpation most unjust,

WARWICK, SOMERSET,and SUFFOLK; the Bishop Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne: of Winchester, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and The reason mov'd these varlike lords to this, Others. GLOSTER offers to put up a Bil : WixWas--for that (young King Richard thus re- CHESTER snatches it, and tears it. Leaving no heir begotten of his body) (mov'd, Win. Corn'st thou with deep premeditated I was the next by birth and parentage;

lines, For by my mother I derived am

With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son Humphrey of Gloster ? if thou canst accuse, To King Edward the Third, whereas he, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, Do it without invention suddenly; Being but fourth of that heroick line.

As I with sudden and extemporal speech Put mark; as, in this haughty great attempt, Purpose to answer what thou canst object. They laboured to plant the rightful heir, Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place comI lost my liberty, and they their lives.

mands my patience, Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,- Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me. Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,-did reign, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd Thy father, earl of Cambridge,--then deriv'd The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York- That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen : Again, in pity of my hard distress,

No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, Levied an army; weening to redeem, Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissensious pranks, And have instali'd me in the diadem : As very infants prattle of thy pride. But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, Thou art a most pernicious usurer; And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, Froward by nature, enemy to peace; In whorn the title rested, were suppress'd. Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the A man of thy profession and degree; last.

And for thy treacbery, What's more manifest? Mor. True; and thou seest that I no issue bave; In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life, And that my fainting words do warrant death: As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower ? Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather: Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, But yet be wary in thy studious care. The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt

Pian. Thy grave admonishments prevail with From envious malice of thy swelling heart. Bat yet, methinks, my father's execution (me: Win. Gloster, 1 do defy thee.-Lords, vouchWas nothing less than bloody tyranny. To give hearing what I shall reply. safe

Mor. With silence, nephew, bé thou politick; If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster, As he will have me, How am I so poor? And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd. Or how haps it, I seek not to advance But now thy uncle is removing hence; Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling. As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd And for dissension, Who preferreth peace With long continuance in a settled place. More than I do,-except I be provok'a ? Plan. O, unele, 'would, some part of my No, my good lords, it is not that offends; young years

It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke: Might but redeem the passage of your age! It is, because no one should sway but he; Mor. Thou dost then wrong ine; as the No one, but he, shonld be about the king; slaught'rer doth

And that engenders thunder in his breast, Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. And makes him roar these accusations forth. Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; But he shall know, I am as goodOnly, give order for my funeral;

Glo.

As good? And so farewell: and fair be all thy hopes ! Thou bastard of my grandfather!-And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! Win. Ay, lordly sir; For what are you, I pray,

[Dies. But one imperious in another's throne ? Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, (soul! Win. And am I not a prelate of the cburch? And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.--- Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps, Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast; And useth it to patronage his theft.

Win. Unreverent Gloster!

| My sighs and tears, and will not once relent! Glo.

Thou art reverent Who should be pitiful, if you be not? Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life. Or who should study to prefer a peace, Win. This Rome shall remedy.

If holy churchmen take delight in broils? War.

Roam thither then. War. My lord protector, yield;-yield, WinSom. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. chester; War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,

Som. Methinks, my lore should be religious, To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. And know the othice that belongs to such. You see what mischief, and what murder too, War. Methinks his lordship should be hum-Hath been enacted through your enmity; bler;

Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood. It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. (near. Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield. Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so Glo. Compassion on the king commands me

War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that? stoop; Is not his grace protector to the king ? Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest

Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Should ever get that privilege of me.
Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, rohen you should ! War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke
Just your bold verdict enter talk with lords ? Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
Else would I have a fling at Winchester. (Aside. As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:

K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester, Why look you still so stern, and tragical ?
The special watchmen of our English weal; Gle. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, K. Hen. Fye, uncle Beaufort! I have heard
To join your hearts in love and amity.

you preach, o, what a scandal is it to our crown,

That malice was a great and grievous sin; That two such noble peers as ye should jar! And will not you maintain the thing you teach, Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, But prove a chief offender in the same? Civil dissension is a viperous worm,

War. Sweeti king!--the bishop hath a kindly That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.-- gird.

| A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats! For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; What tumult's this?

What, shall a child instruct you what to do? War.

An uproar, I dare warrant, Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to Begun through malice of the bishop's men.

thee; (A noise again ; Stones! Stones! Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give. Enter the MAYOR OF LONDON, attended.

Glo. Ay; but I, fear me,with a hollow heart.-

See here, my friends, and loving countrymen; May. O, my good lords,--and virtuous IIen- This token serveth for a flng of truce, Pity the city of London, pity us! [ry,-- Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers: The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men, So help me God, as I dissemble not ! Forbidden late to carry any weapon,

Win. So help me God, as I intend it not! Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones;

(Asidr. And, banding themselves in contrary parts, K. Hen. O, loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,

llow joyfui am I made by this contract ! That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: Away, my masters! trouble us no more; Our windows are broke down in every street.

But join in friendship, as your lords have done And we, for fear, compelld to shut our shops. 1 Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers of Gloster and 2 Serv.

And so will I. Winchester, with bloody pales.

3 Serv. And I will see what physick the tavern K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to our- affords. (Exeunt Servants, Mayor, dr. self,

(peace. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sove. To hold your slanght'ring hands, and keep the reign; Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. Which, in the right of Richard Plantagenet, 1 Serv. Nay, if we be

We do exhibit to your majesty. (sweet prince, Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick;-for, 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. And if your grace mark every circumstance,

Skirmish again. You have great reason to do Richard right: Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish Especially, for those occasions And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.“ [broil, At Eltham-place I told your majesty. [force: 3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a K. Hon. And those occasions, uncle, were of

Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, Just and upright; and for your royal birth, That Richard be restored to his blood. Inferior to nono, but to his majesty:

War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; And ere that we will suffer such a prince, So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd So kind a father of the commonweal,

Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,

K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that alone, We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, But all the whole inheritance I give. And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foea. That doth belong unto the house of York,

1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails From whence you spring by lineal descent. Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.

Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience,

[Skirmish again. And humble service, till the point of death. Glo,

Stay, stay, I say!

I

K. Hlen. Stoop then, and set your knee against And, if you love me, as you say you do, And, in reguerdon or that duty done, (my foot; Let me persuade you to forbear awhile. I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: K. Hen. O, how this discord doth aflict my Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet ; soul

Ansl rise created princely duke of York. [fall! ('an you, my lord of Winchester, behold Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may

man

And as my duty springs, so perish they A prophet to the fall of all our foes ! [ends;
That grudge one thought against your majesty! Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous
Au. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke Enter, and cry- The Dauphin !-presently,
of York!

And then do execution on the watch.
Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of

[They enter. York!

[Aside. Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English. Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty,

Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France:

thy tears, The presence of a king engenders love

If Talbot but survive thy treachery.-
Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends;
As it disanimates his enemies. (Henry goes;

Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, King That hardly we escap'd the pride of France.

Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

[Errent to the Town. Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.

[Exeunt all but Exeter. Alarum: Excursions. Ent r from the Town BepExe. Ay, we may march in England, or in FORD), brought in sick in a Chair, with TALBOT, Not seeing what is likely to ensue: (France BURGUNDY, and the English Forces. Then, caThis late dissension, grown betwixt the peers,

ter on the IValls, La PUCELLE, CHARLES, BasBarns under feigned ashes of forg'd love, tard, ALExcox, and Othe78. And will at last break out into a flame:

Pruc. Good morrow, gallants ! want ye corn As festerd members rot but by degrees,

for bread?
Till bones, and flesh, and sinews, tall away, I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,
So will this base and envious discord breed. Before he'll buy again at such a rate :
And now I fear that fatal prophecy,

'Twas full of darnel ; Do you like the taste ? Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth, Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courWas in the mouth of every sucking babe,

tesan; That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all; I trust, ere long, to choke thee with mine own, And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all: And make thee curse the harvest of that cori). Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before His days may finish ere that hapless time.

that time.

tream! [Exit. Brd, 0, let no words, but deeds, revenge this SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.

Puc. What will you do, good gray-beard ?

break a lance, Enter La Pucelle disguised, and Soldiers dressed and run a tilt at death within a chair? [pite, like Countrymen, with Sacks upon their Backs.

Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all desPue. These are the city gates, the gates of Encompass’d with thy lustful paramours! Rouen,

Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, Through which our policy must make a breach: And twit with cowardice a man half dead? Take heed, be wary how you place your words; Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. That come to gather money for their corn. Puc. Are you so hot, sir?-Yet, Pucelle, hold If we have entrance (as I hope, we shall),

thy peace; And that we find the slothful watch but weak, If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,

[T ALBOT, and the rest, comsult together. That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. God speed the parliament! who shall be the 1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the speaker?

(field? And we be lords and rulers over Rouen; [city, Tal. Dare ye come forth and meet us in the Therefore we'll knock.

(Knocks, Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for Guard. (Within.] Qui est la

To try if that our own be ours, or no. [fools, Puc, Faisans, pauvres gens de France :

Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate, Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest; Guard. Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?

(Opens the Gate. Alen. Signior, no. Pruc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to Tal. Signior, hang!-base muleteers of France!

the ground. [PUCELLE, &c. enter the City. Like peasant footboys do they keep the walls, Enter CHARLES, Bastard of Orleans, Alencon, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. and Forces.

Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem! For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.-

walls; And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen. Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practi- That we are here.

God be wi' you, my lord! we came, sir, but tu Now she is there, how will she specify (sants; Where is the best and safest passage in?

(Eseunt LA PUCELLE, &c. from the Walis. Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder or else reproach be Talbot's greatest faine !

Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, tower;

[is,Which once discern'd, shows that her meaning Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd. Prick'd on by publick wrongs, sustain'd in

Either to get the towi) again, or die: (France), Enter LA PUCELLE on a Battlement; holding out a And 1,--as sure as English Henry lives, Torch burning.

And as his fatber here was conqueror; Pac. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, As sure as in this late betrayed town That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen: Great Cour-de-lion's heart was buried; But burning fatal to the Talbotites. [friend, so sure I swear, to get the town, or die. [vows.

Bast. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy The burning torch in yonder turret stands. Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,

Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, The valiant duke of Bedford:--Come, my lord,

(tell you

We will bestow you in some better place, Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age. For things that are not to be remedied.

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Let frantick Talbot triumph for a while,
Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen, And like a peacock sweep along his tail:
And will be partner of your weal, or woe. We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train,
Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now per- If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul'd.
suade you.

(read, Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I And of thy cunning had no diffidence; That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. Came to the field, and vanquished his foes: Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, and we will make thee famous through the Because l' ever found them as myself.

world. Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast ! Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, Then be it so:—Heavens keep old Bedford And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; safe !

Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan But gather we our forces out of hand,

devise : And set upon our boasting enemy.

By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, (Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, We will entice the duke of Burgundy

leaving BEDFORD, and Others. To leave the Talbot, and to follow ns. Alarums: Excursions. Enter SIR JOHN FASTOLFE

Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, and a Captain.

France were no place for Henry's warriors; Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such But be extirped from our provinces. (France,

Nor should that nation boast it so with us, haste? Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight; And not have title to an earldom here. (work,

Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd from We are like to have the overthrow again.

Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will
Cap. What! will you fly, and leave Lord Tal-
Fast.

To bring this matter to the wished end.
Ay,

[bot ? All the Talbots in the world, to save my life.

[Drums heard. Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive [Exit.

Their Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee.

powers are marching unto Paris-ward.

[Exit. An English March. Enter, and pass over at a Betreat: Excursions. Enter, from the Town, LA distance, TALBOT and his Forces.

PUCELLE, ALENCON, CHARLES, &c., and exeunt There goes the Talbot with his colours spread; Aying.

And all the troops of English after him. Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven A French March. Enter the DUKE OF BURGUNDY please;

and Forces. For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. What is the trust of strength of foolish man? Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and his; They, that of late were daring with

their scoffs, Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind. Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.

Summion a parley, we will talk with him. (Dies, and is carried off in his Chair.

[A parley sounded.

Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. Alarum: Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and Others. Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?

Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy This is a double honour, Burgundy :

countryman.

(marching bence. Yet, heavens have glory for this victory! Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am

Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects thy words.

(France! Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of

Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pu- Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. I think, her old familiar is asleep: (celle now? Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile his gleeks?

France,
What, all a-mort? Rouen hangs her head forgrief, 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 Bur- Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast!
gundy.

O, turn thy edged sword another way; Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget Strike those that hurt, and hart not those that The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,

help!

(bosom, But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen; One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's A braver soldier never couched lance,

Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign A gentler heart did never sway in court:

gore; But kings and mighty potentates must die; Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, For that's the end of human misery. (Exeunt. And wash away thy country's stained spots! SCENE III. The same. The Plains near the City.

Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her

Or nature makes me suddenly relent. (words, Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENCON, LA PU

Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims CELLE, and Forces.

on thee, Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered: Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation

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