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Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us’d, But yet, methinks, my father's execution Your nephew, late-despised* Richard, comes. Was nothing less than bloody tyranıy. Mor. Direct mine arms,

I may embrace bis

Mor. With silence, nephew, be thon politic; neck,

Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster, And in his bosom spend my latter gasp: And, like a mountain, not to be remov’d. 0, tell me, when my lips do touch bis cheeks, But now thy uncle is removing hence; That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.. As princes do their courts, when they are And now declare, sweet stem from York's

cloy'd great stock,

With long continuance in a settled place. Why didsi thou say—of late thou wert despis'd ? Plan. O, uncle, 'would some part of my Plan. First, lean thine aged back against

young years mine arm;

Might but redeem the passage of your age! And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.t Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the This day, in argument upon a case, (me: slaught'rer doth, Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. Among which terms he used his lavish tongue, Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; And did upbraid me with my father's death; Only, give order for my funeral; Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, And so farewell;* and fair be all thy hopes! Else with the like I had requited him: And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! Therefore, good uncle,-for my father's sake,

(Dies. In honour of a true Plantagenet,

Plan. And peace, no war,

befall thy parting And for alliance' sake,--declare the cause In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, (soul? My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that im- Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast; prison'd me,

And what I do imagine, let that rest.And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth, Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine, Will see his burial better than his lite.Was cursed instrument of his decease.

[Exeunt KEEPERS, bearing out MORTIMER. Plan. Discover more at large what cause Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, that was;

Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort:For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.

And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, And death approach not ere my tale be done I doubt not, but with honour to redress : Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king, And therefore haste I to the parliament; Depos’d his nephew Richard; Edward's son, Either to be restored to my blood, The first-begotien, and the lawful heir

Or make my illt the advantage of my good. Of Edward king, the third of that descent:

(Exit, During whose reign, the Percies of the north, Finding his usurpation most unjust,

ACT III. Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne: SCENE I.-The same.

:-The Parliament-house. The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Was-for that (young king Richard thus re- Flourish. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, Glosmov’d,

TER, Warwick, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; Leaving no heir begotten of his body,)

the Bishop of WINCHESTER, Richard PLANI was the next by birth and parentage;

TAGENET, and others. GLOSTER offers to put For by my mother I derived am

up a Bill;! WINCHESTER snatches it, and From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son

tears it. To king Edward the third, whereas he,

Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated From Sobn of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,

lines, Being bat fourth of that heroic line.

With written pamphlets studiously deris'd, But mark; as, in this haughtyf great attempt, Humphrey of Gloster ? if thou canst accuse, They laboured to plant the rightful heir, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, I lost my liberty, and they their lives.

Do it without invention suddenly; Long after this, when Henry the fifth,

As I with sudden and extemporal speech Succeeoing his father Bolingbroke,-did reign, Purpose to answer what thou canst object. Thy father, earl of Cambridge,-then deriv'd Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place comFrom amous Edmund Langley, duke of

mands my patience,

[me. York,

Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd Again, in pity of my hard distress,

The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, Levied an army; weenings to redeem, That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able And have install'd me in the diadem :

Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen: But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedAnd was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,

ness, In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the As very infants prattle of thy pride. last.

Thou art a most pernicious usurer; Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue Froward by nature, enemy to peace; have;

Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems And that my fainting words do warrant death: A man of thy profession, and degree; Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather: And for thy treachery, What's more manifest! But yet be wary in thy studious care.

In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life, Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with As well at London bridge, as at the Tower?

Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, * Lately-despised + Uneasiness, discontent.

* Lucky, prosperous. + My ill, ig my ill usage. t High Thinking.

11. e. Irticles of accusamon

me:

man

The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt To hold your slaughtering hands, and keep the From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

peace. Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.---Lords, vouch- Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. To give me hearing whai I shell reply. {safe 1 Serv. Nay, if we be

(teeth. If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our As he will have me, How ain I so poor? 2 Serr. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. Or how haps it, I seek not to advance

[Skirmish aguin. Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling : Glo. Vou of my household, leave this peevish And for dissention, Who preferreth peace

And set this unaccustom’d* fight aside. [broil, More than I do,--except I be provok'd ? 1 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a No, my good lords, it is not that offends; It is not that, that hath incens’d the duke: Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, It is, because no one should sway but he; Interior to none, but his majesty: No one, but he, should be about the king; And ere that we will sufler such a prince, And that engenders thundor in bis breast, So kind a father of the commonweal, And makes him roar these accusations forth. To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, But he shall know, I am as good

We, and our wives, and children, ali will fight, Glo. As good?

And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. Thou bastard of my grandfather!

2 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Win. Ay, lordly Sir; For what are you, 1 Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. But one imperious in another's throne? (pray,

(Skirmish agam. Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest?

Glo. Stay, stay, I say!
Win. And am I not a prelate of the church? And, if you love me, as you say you do,

Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps, Let me persuade you to forbear a while.
And usetb it to patronage his theft.

K. Hen. (), how this discord doth aflict my Win. Unreverent Gloster!

soul!Glo. Thou art reverent

Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Win. This Rome shall reniedy.

Who should be pitiful, if you be not? War. Roam thither then.

Or who should study to prefer a peace, Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. If holy churchmen tåke delight in broils? War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. War. My lord protector, yield ;-yield WinSom. Methinks, my lord should be religious,

chester;And know the othice that belongs to such. Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,

Wur. Methinks, his lordship should be hum- To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. It titteth not a prelate so to plead. (bler; | You see what mischief, and what murder too, Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so Hath been enacted through your enmity;

Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood. War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that? Win. He shall'submit, or I will never yield. Is not his grace protector to the king ?

Glo. Compassion on the king commands me Plar. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his

stoop; tongue;

Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should; Should ever get tliat privilege of me. Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords? Wur. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the Else would I have a fling at Winchester. Hath banish'd moody discontented fury, [duke

[ Aside. As by his smoothed brows it doth appear: K. Hen. Uncies of Gloster, and of Win- Why look you still so stern, and tragical ? chester,

Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. The special watchmen of our English weal; K. Hen. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,

you preach, To join your hearts in love and amity. That malice was a great and grievous sin: 0, what a scandal is it to our crown,

Aud will not you maintain the thing you teach, That two such noble peers as ye, should jar! But prove a chief offender in the same ? Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, War. Sweet king !—The bishop hath a kindly Civil dissention is a viperous worm,

gird. I That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.-- For shaine, my lord of Winchester! relent;

[A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats! What, shall a child instruct you what to do? What tumult's this?

Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to War. An uproar, I dare warrant,

thee; Begun through malice of the bishop's men. Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.

(A noise uguin ; Stones! Stones! Glo. Ay; but, I fear me, with a holloir Enter the Mayor of London, uttended.

heart. May. O, my good lords,--and virtuous Hen- This token serveth for a flag of truce,

See here, my friends, and loving countrymen; Pity the city of London, pity us! (ry,- Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers: The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men, Forbidden late to carry any weapon,

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

Win. So help me God, as I intend it not!

(Aside. And, banding themselves in contrary parts,

K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, (out: That many have their giddy brain's knuck'd How joyful am I made by this contract:Jur windows are broke down in every street, But join in friendship, as your lords have done.

Away, my masters! trouble us no more; And we, for fear, compell’d to shut our shops.

i Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. ter, skirmishing, the Retainers nf GLOSTER 2 Serr. And so will l.

and WINCHESTER, with bloody pates. K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to

* Unsecmiy, indecent.

+ This was a term of reproach toward men of karring. ourself,

i Feels an emotion of kind remorse.

near.

corn.

3 Sert. And I will see what physic the ta- Through which our policy must make a breach : vern affords. [Excunt SERVANTS, Take heed, be wary how you place your MAYOR, $c.

words; Wur. Accept this scroll, most gracious Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men, sovereign;

That come to gather money for their corn. Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet, If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we shall,) We do exhibit to your majesty.

And that we find the slothful watch but weak, Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick;-for, I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, sweet prince,

That Charles the Dauphin may encounter An if your grace mark every circumstance,

them. You have great reason to do Richard right: 1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack Especially, for those occasions

the city, At Eltham-place I told your majesty.

And we be lords and rulers over Roüen; K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were Therefore we'll knock.

[Knocks. of force:

Guard. [Within.] Qui est la ? Therefore, my loving lords, cur pleasure is, Puc. Paisuns, pauvres gens de France: That Richard be restored to his blood.

Poor market-fólks, that come to sell their War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; So shall his father's wrongs be recompens’d. Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is Win. As will the rest, so willeth Win

rung

(Opens the Gates. chester.

Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that

to the ground. But all the whole inheritance I give, (alone,

[Pucelle, &c. enter the City. That doth belong unto the house of York, From whence you spring by lineal descent.

Enter Charles, BASTARD of Orleans, ALENÇON, Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience,

and Forces. And humble service, till the point of death. Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy strataK. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee a

gem! gainst my foot;

And once again we'll sleep secure in Roüen. And, in reguerdon* of that duty done,

Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her pracI girt thee with the valiant sword of York:

tisants ;* Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet; Now she is there, how will she specify And rise created princely duke of York. Where is the best and safest passage in ? Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder may fall!

tower; And as my duty springs so perish they

Which, once discern'd, shows, that her meanThat grudge one thought against your majesty!

ing is,

(enter'd. AU. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke No way to that,t for weakness, which she

of York ! Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of

Enter LA PUCELLE on a Battlement : holding York!

(Aside.

out a Torch burning. Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty,

Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding. To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France:

torch, The presence of a king engenders love

That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen: Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends;

But burning fatal to the Talbotites. As it disanimates bis enemies.

Bast. See, noble Charles ! the beacon of our K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king

friend, Henry goes;

The burning torch in yonder turret stands. For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.

A prophet to the fall of all our foes ! [E.reunt all but Exeter.

Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in ends; Not seeing what is likely to ensue: [France, Enter, and cryThe Dauphin!-presently, This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers, And then do execution on the watch. Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,

[They enter. And will at last break out into a flame : As fester'd members ret but by degrees, Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English. Till bones, and desh, and sinews, fall away, Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason So will this base and envious discord breed.

with thy tears, And now I fear that fatal prophecy,

If Talbot but survive thy treachery.Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth, Pucelle, that witch, that danned sorceress, Was in the mouth of every sucking babe, - Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win That hardly we escap'd the pride of France.

[Exeunt to the Town. And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all: Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish

Alarum: Excursions. Enter from the Town, His days may finish ere that hapless time.

BEDFORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with [Exit.

Talbot, BURGUNDY, and the English Forces.

Then, enter on the Walls, LA Pucelle, SCENE II.-France. Before Roüen.

CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENÇON, and others. Enter La PuceLLE disguised, and SOLDIERS dressed like Countrymen, with Sucks upon their

Puc, Good morrow, gallants ! want ye corn Backs.

for bread ?

I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,
Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of
Rouen,

* Confederates in stratagems.
• Recompense.

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Before he'll buy again at such a rate:

And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste ? But gather we our forces out of hand, Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless cour- And set upon our boasting enemy. tezan!

(E.reunt BURGUNDY, Talbot, and Forces I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,

leaving BEDFORD, and others. And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter Sir John Fas. Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that time.

TOLFE, and a CAPTAIN. Bed. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in treason!

such haste? Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard ? Fast. Whither away? to save myself by break a lance,

flight; And run a tilt at death within a chair?

We are like to have the overthrow again. Tul. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all de- Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talspite,

bot? Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours ! Fast. Ay, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, All the Talbots in the world to save my life. And twit with cowardice a man half dead?

[E.rit. Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

thee!

(Exit. Puc. Are you so hot, Sir ?—Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;

Retreat: Excursions. Enter from the Town, LA If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.- PUCELLE, ALENÇON, CHARLES, &c. and Ex

(Talbot, and the rest, consult together. eunt, flying God speed the parliament! who shall be the

Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven speaker?

please; Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. field?

What is the trust or strength of foolish man? Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for They, that of late were daring with their scor's, fools,

Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. To try if that our own be ours, or no.

[Dies, and is carried off in his Chair. Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate, But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest; Alurum: Enter Talbot, BURGUNDY, and others. Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?

Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
Alen. Signior, no.
Tul. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of Yet, heavens have glory for this victory!

This is a double honour, Burgundy:
France !

Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects
Ard dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
P#c. Captains, away: let's get us from the Thy poble deeds, as valour's monument.

Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is walls;

Pucelle now? For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks. I think, her old familiar is asleep: God be wi' you, my lord ! we came, Sir, but Now where's the Bastard's braves, and to tell you

Charles his gleeks ?* That we are here.

(Exeunt La Pucelle, &c. from the Walls. What, all a-mort ?+ Roüen hangs her head Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, That such a valiant company are fled.

for grief, Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!

Now will we take some ordert in the town, Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,

Placing therein some expert officers;
(Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in And then depart to Paris, to the king;

France,)
Either to get the town again, or die:

For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies.

Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth BurAnd I,-as sure as English Henry lives, And as his father here was conqueror;

gundy. As sure as in this late-betrayed town

Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried;

The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'a,

But see his exequiesz fulfill'd in Roüen.; So sure I swear, to get the town, or die.

A braver soldier never couched lance, Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy A gentler heart did never sway in court: Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, For that's the end of human misery. [Exeunt.

But kings and mightiest potentates must die; The valiant duke of Bedford:-Come, my lord, We will bestow you in some better place, SCENE III.-The same.--The Plains near the Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age.

City. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen, Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD, ALENÇON, LA And will be partner of your weal, or woe.

Pucelle, and Forces. Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.

Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,

Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered :
I read,
That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,

For things that are not to be remedied.
Came to the field, and vanquished his foes:

Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while, Metlinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train

And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
Because I ever found them as myself.
Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!-

If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but ruld. Then be it so:-Heavens keep old Bedford

+ Quite dispirited safel

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in this,

Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, | Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. [tion, And of thy cunning had no diftidence; Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly naOne sudden foil shall never breed distrust. That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake?

Bust. Search out thy wit for secret policies, When Talbot hath set footing once in France, And we will make thee famous through the And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill, world.

Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, And thou be thrust ont, like a fugitive? And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; Call we to mind,-and mark but this, for Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.

proof;Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe? devise :

And was he not in England prisoner? By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, But, when they heard he was thine enemy, We will entice the duke of Burgundy

They set him free, without his ransom paid, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do See then! thou tight'st against thy countrymen, that,

And join'st with them will be thy slaughterFrance were no place for Henry's warriors;

men,

(lord; Nor should that nation boast it so with us, Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring But be extirped* from our provinces.

Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their Alen. For ever should they be expuls'dt from France,

Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty* words And not have title to an earldom here.

of hers Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, work,

And made me almost yield upon my knees.To bring this matter to the wished end. Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen!

[Drums heard. And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace : Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive My forces and my power of men are yours ;Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.

Puc. Done like a Frenchman, turn, and turn An English Murch. Enter, and pass over at a

again! distance, Talbot and his Forces.

Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread;

makes us fresh. And all the troops of English aster him. Bast. And doth beget new courage in our

breasts. A French March. Enter the duke of BURGUNDY

Alen. Pucelle hath bravely played her part and Forces. Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and And doth deserve a coronet of gold. his;

Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our Fortune, in favour, make him lag behind.

Powers; Summon a parley, we will talk with him. And seek how we may prejudice the foe. (A Parley sounded.

[Ereunt. Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. Bur. Who craves a parley with the Bur

SCENE IV.-Paris.-A Room in the Palace. gundy? Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy Enter King Henry, Gloster, and other Lords, countryman.

VERNON, Basset, $c. To them Taleot, and Bur. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am some of his Officers.

marching hence. Chur. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with Tal. My gracious prince,--and honourable thy words.

peers, Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of Hearing of your arrival in this realm, France!

I have a while given truce unto my wars, Stay, let thy humbie handmaid speak to thee. To do my duty to my sovereign :

Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. In sign whereof, this arm—that hath reclaim'd Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile To your obedience fifty fortresses, (strength, France,

Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of And see the cities and the towns defac'd Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem, By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!

Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; As looks the mother on her lowly babe, And, with submissive loyalty of heart, When death doth close his tender dying eyes, Ascribes the glory of his conquest got, See, see, the pining malady of France; First to my God, and next unto your grace. Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle GlosWhich thou thyselt hast given her woful breast!

ter, ), turn thy edged sword another way; [help! That hath so long been resident in France ? Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victo. bosom,

(gore;

rious lord! Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign When I was young, (as yet I am not old,) Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, I do remember how my father said, And wash array thy country's stained spots! A stouter champion never bandled sword. Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with Long since we were resolvedt of your truth, her words,

Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

Yet never have you tasted our reward, Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims Or been reguerdon'dt with so much as thanks, on thee,

Because till now we never saw your face :

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