Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
My fighs and tears, and will not once relent?
Who fhould be pitiful, if you be not?
Or who should study to prefer a peace,
If holy churchmen take delight in broils?

War. My Lord Protector, yield: yield, Winchester;
Except you mean with obftinate repulfe

To flay your Sovereign and deftroy the realm.
You fee what mischief and what murther too
Hath been enacted through your enmity :
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
Win. He fhall fubmit, or I will never yield.
Glou. Compaffion on the King commands me ftoop,
Or I would fee his heart out, ere the Priest
Should ever get that privilege of me.

War. Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the Duke
Hath banish'd moody difcontented fury,
As by his smoothed brows it doth appear.

Why look you ftill fo ftern and tragical ?

Glou. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.

K. Henry. Fie, uncle Beaufort: I have heard you preach, That malice was a great and grievous fin:

And will not you maintain the thing you teach,

But prove a chief offender in the fame ?

War. Sweet King! the Bishop hath a kindly gird :
For fhame, my Lord of Winchefter, relent;
What, fhall a child inftruct you what to do?

Win. Well, Duke of Glofter, I will yield to thee;
Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.
Glou. Ay, but I fear me with a hollow heart.
See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
This token ferveth for a flag of truce
Betwixt our felves and all our followers:
So help me God as I diffemble not!

Win. [Afide.] So help me God as I intend it not !
K. Henry. Oh loving uncle, gentle Duke of Glofter,
How joyful am I made by this contract!

Away, my masters, trouble us no more,
But join in friendship as your Lords have done.
1 Serv. Content, I'll to the furgeon's.
2 Serv. So will I.

Serv.

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3 Serv. And I'll fee what phyfick the tavern affords. [Ex.

SCENE

III.

War. Accept this fcrowl, moft gracious Sovereign,
Which in right of Richard Plantagenet
We do exhibit to your Majefty.

Glou. Well urg'd, my Lord of Warwick; For,fweet Prince,
An if your Grace mark ev'ry circumstance,
You have great reafon to do Richard right:
Efpecially for those occafions

At Eltham-place I told your Majefty.

K. Henry. And thofe occafions, uncle, were of force:
Therefore, my loving Lords, our pleasure is,
That Richard be reftored to his blood.

War. Let Richard be restored to his blood,
So fhall his father's wrongs be recompens❜d.
Win. As will the reft, fo willeth Winchester.
K. Henry. If Richard will be true, not that alone
But all the whole inheritance I give

That doth belong unto the houfe of York,
From whence you fpring by lineal defcent.

Rich. Thy humble fervant vows obedience
And faithful fervice 'till the point of death.

K. Henry. Stoop then, and fet your knee against my foot.
And in reguerdon of that duty done,

I gird thee with the valiant fword of York.
Rife, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
And rife created Princely Duke of York.
Rich. And fo thrive Richard, as thy foes

And as my duty fprings, fo perifh they

may fall!

That grudge one thought against your Majefty!

All. Welcome, high Prince, the mighty Duke of York!
Som. Perish, bafe Prince, ignoble Duke of York! [Afide.
Glou. Now will it beft avail your Majefty

To cross the feas, and to be crown'd in France;
The prefence of a King engenders love

Amongst his fubjects and his loyal friends,

As it difanimates his enemies.

K. Henry. When Glo'fter fays the word, King Henry goes ;

For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Glou. Your fhips already are in readiness.

[Exeunt.

Manet

Manet Exeter.

Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France,
Not seeing what is likely to enfue;

This late diffention grown betwixt the Peers
Burns under feigned afhes of forg'd love,
And will at laft break out into a flame.
As fefter'd members rot but by degrees,
'Till bones and flesh and finews fall away;
So will this bafe and envious difcord breed.
And now I fear that fatal prophefy,
Which in the time of Henry nam'd the Fifth
Was in the mouth of ev'ry fucking babe;
That Henry born at Monmouth fhould win all,
And Henry born at Windfor fhould lose all:
Which is fo plain, that Exeter doth wish
His days may finish ere that hapless time,

[Exit.

SCENE IV. Changes to Roan in France. Enter Joan la Pucelle difguis'd, and four Soldiers with facks upon their backs.

Pucel. These are the city gates, the gates of Roan,
Through which our policy must make a breach.
Take heed, be wary how you place your words,
Talk like the vulgar fort of market-men
That come to gather mony for their corn.
If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
And that we find the flothful watch but weak,
I'll by a fign give notice to our friends,
That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
Sol. Our facks fhall be a mean to fack the city,
And we be lords and rulers over Roan;

Therefore we'll knock.

Watch. Qui va la?

Pucel. Paifans pauvres gens de France.

[Knocks

Poor market-folks that come to fell their corn.
Watch. Enter, go in, the market-bell is rung.
Pucel. Now, Roan, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.

Enter Dauphin, Baftard, and Reignier.

Dau. St. Dennis blefs this happy ftratagem!

And once again we'll fleep fecure in Roan.

Exeunt.

Baft.

Baft. Here enter'd Pucelle and her partifans:
Now the is there, how will the specifie
Where is the best and fafcft paffage in?

Reig. By thrufting out a torch from yonder tow'r,
Which once difcern'd, fhews that her meaning is
No way to that (for weakness) which she enter'd.
Enter Joan la Pucelle on the top, thrusting out a torch burning.
Pucel. Behold this is the happy wedding torch,
That joineth Roan unto her countrymen,

But burning fatal to the Talbotines.

Baft. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret stands.

Das. Now fhines it like a comet of revenge,

A prophet to the fall of all our foes.

Reig. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends, Enter and cry, The Dauphin, prefently,

And then do execution on the watch.

[An alarm, Talbot in an excurfion.

Tal. France, thou fhalt rue this treafon with thy tears,

If Talbot but furvive thy treachery.

Pucelle, that witch, that damned forceress,
Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
That hardly we escap'd being prize of France.

SCENE V.

[Exit.

An alarm: excurfions. Bedford brought in fick in a chair. Enter Talbot and Burgundy without; within Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Baftard, and Alanfon on the walls. Pucel. Good morrow, gallants, want ye çorn for bread? I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast,

Before he'll buy again at fuch a rate.

"Twas full of darnel; do you like the tafte?

Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend and fhameless curtezan : I truft ere long to choak thee with thine own,

And make thee curfe the harveft of that corn.

Dau. Your Grace muft ftarve perhaps before that time..
Bed. Oh, let not words but deeds revenge this treafon!

Pucel. What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,

And run a tilt at death within a chair?

Tal. Foul fiend of France and hag of all despight, Incompafs'd with thy luftful paramours,

Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
And twit with cowardise a man half dead?
Damfel, I'll have a bout with you again,
Or elfe let Talbot perish with his fhame.

Pucel. Are you fo hot? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.

[They whisper together in counsel. God fpeed the parliament! who fhall be the speaker? Tal. Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field? Pucel. Belike your Lordship takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours or no.

Tal. I fpeak not to that railing Hecate,

But unto thee, Alarfon, and the reft.

Will ye like foldiers come and fight it out?
Alan. Seignior, no.

Tal. Seignior, hang then: bafe muleteers of France! Like peafant foot-boys do they keep the walls,

And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.

Pucel. Captains, away, let's get us from the walls, 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 from the walls. Tal. And there will we be too ere it be long,

Or elfe reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
Prick'd on by publick wrongs fuftain'd in France,
Either to get the town again or die.
And I as fure as English Henry lives,
And as his father here was conqueror,
As fure as in this late betrayed town
Great Coeurdelion's heart was buried;
So fure I fwear to get the town or die.

Burg. My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
Tal. But ere we go, regard this dying Prince,
The valiant Duke of Bedford: come, my Lord,
We will beftow you in fome better place,
Fitter for fickness and for crazy age.

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not fo difhonour me:
Here I will fit before the walls of Roan,
And will be partner of your weal and woe.
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