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K. Henry. And those occafions, uncle, were of force: Therefore, my loving Lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be reitored to his blood,
War. Let Richard be restored to his blood, So shall his father's wrongs be recompens’d.
Win. As will the rest, lo willeth Winchester.
K. Fenry. If Richard will be true, not that alone, But all the whole inheritance I give, That doth belong unto the house of York, From whence you spring by lineal descent.
Rich. Thy humble fervant vows obedience, And faithful service, till the point of death.
K. Henry. Stoop, then, and set your knee against And in reguerdon of that duty done, [my foot. I gird thee with the valiant sword of York. Rife, Richard, like a true Plantagenet, And rise created Princely Duke of York.
Rich. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! And as my duty springs, so perish they That grudge one thought againit your Majesty!
All. Welcome, high Prince, the mighty Duke of York! Som. Perish, bale Prince, ignoble Duke of York !
[A fide. Glou. Now will it beft avail your Majesty To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France: The presence of a King ingenders love Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends, As it disanimates his enemies.
K. Henry. When Glo'ster fays the word, King Henry For friendly couníel cuts off many foes. [goes; Glou. Your ships already are in readiness. [Exeunt.
Manet Exeter. Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue. This late diffenfion grown betwixt the peers, Burns under feigned afhes of forge'd love, And will at last break out into a flame. As fester'd members rot but by degrees, Till bones, and flesh, and finews, fall away; So will this base and envious difcord breed. And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
Which, in the time of Henry nam'd the Fifth,
SCENE IV. Changes to Roan in France. Enter Joan la Pucelle disguis'd, and four Soldiers with
facks upon their backs. Pucel. These are the city-gates, the gates of Roan, Thro' which our policy must make a breach. Take heed, be wary, how you place your words ; Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men, That come to gather money for the If we have entrance, (as I hope we shall), And that we find the lothful watch but weak, I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
Sol. Our sacks shall be a mean to fack the city, And we be lords and rulers over Roan; Therefore we'll knock.
[Knocks. Watch. Qui va là
Pucel. Paifans, pauvres gens de France,
Watch. Enter, go in, the market-bell is rung. Pucel. Now, Roan, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.
Baft. Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants :
Reig. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tow'r, Which, once discern'd, shews, that her meaning is, No way to that (for weakness which she enter'd.
Enter Joan la Pucelle on the top, thrusting out à torch
Baft. See noble Charles, the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
Dau. Now Thines 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! presently, And then do execution on the watch.
[ An alarm ; Talbot in an excurfion. Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, If Talbot but survive thy treachery. Pucelle, that witch, that damned forcerefs, Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, That hardly we escap'd the pride * of France. [Exit.
S CE N E V. An Alarm : Excurfons. Bedford brought in fick in a
chair. Enter Talbot and Burgundy, without; within, Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Bastard, and Alanfon, on the walls.
Pucel Good-morrow, gallants, want ye corn for 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 ?
Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan!
Dau Your Grace may starve,perhaps, before that time.
Pucel. What will ye do, good grey-beard ? break a And run a tilt at death within a chair ? . [lance,
Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despight, Incompass'd with thy luftful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice à man half-dead ? i, en haughty power.
Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
Pucel. Are you so hot? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; If Talboť do but thunder, rain will follow.
[They whisper together in council. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
Tal. Dare you come forth, and meet us in the field?
Pucel. Belike your Lordihip takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours, or no.
Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate;
Alan. Seignior, no.
Tal. Seignior, hang: base muleteers of France ! Like peasant 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 else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame? Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain’d in France, Either to get the town again or die. And I as sure as English Henry lives, And as his father here was conqueror, As fure as in this late-betrayed town Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried ; So sure I swear to get the town or die.
Burg. My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
Tal. But ere we go, regard this dying prince,
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me :
Burg. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
Bed. Not to be gone from hence: for once I read, That stout Pendragon, in his litter fick, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes.
Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts;
Tal. U'ndaunted fpirit in a dying breast !
[Exit. An alarm : excursions. Enter Sir John Falstaff, and
a Captain. Car. Whither away, Sir John Falstaff, in such hafte?
Fal. Whither away? to save myself by flight.
Capt. What ! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot ?
[Exit. Capt.Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee! [Exit. Retreat: excursions. Pucelle, Alanson, and Dauphin fly.
Bed. Now, quiet foul, depart when Heaven fhall
[Dies; and is carried off in his chair.
SCENE VI. Within the walls of Roan.
Tal. Lost and recover'd in a day again?
Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Tal. Thanks, gentle Duke. But where is Pucelle now?