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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,
Was in the mouth of every fucking babe;
That Henry born at Monmouth shou'd win all;
And Henry born at Winsor should lose all :
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth with
His days may finish ere that hapless time. [Exit.


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

Pucel. Paifans, pauvres gens de France,
Poor market-folks that come to sell their corn.

Watch. Enter, go in, the market-bell is rung. Pucel. Now, Roan, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.

Enter Dauphin, Bastard, and Reignier.
Dau. St. Dennis bless this happy stratagem;
And once again we'll sleep secure in Roan.

Baft. Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants :
Now she is there, how will she specify
Where is the best and safeit passage in ?

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.

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Enter Joan la Pucelle on the top, thrusting out à torch

Pucel. Behold this is the happy wedding-torch,
That joineth Roan unto her countrymen,
But burning fatal to the Talbotites.

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

Dau. Now shines 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 excursion. Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, If Talbot but survive thy treachery. Pucelle, that witch, that damned forceress, 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 Alanson, on the walls.

Pucel Good-morrow, gallants, want ye corn for I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast, [bread? 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! I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.

Dau. Your Grace may starve,perhaps,before that time.
Bed. Oh, let not words, but deeds revenge this treason!

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, Incompafsd with thy lustful 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,
Or else let Talbot perish with his shame.

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;
But unto thee, Alanson, and the rest.
Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?

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,
The valiant Duke of Bedford : come, my Lord,
We will bestow you in some better place,
Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.

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

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;
Because I ever found them as myself.

Tal. U'ndaunted fpirit in a dying breast !
Then be it so; heav'ns keep old Bedford safe !
And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
But gather we our forces out of hand,
And let upon our boasting enemy.

[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.
We are like to have the overthrow again.

Capt. What ! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot ?
Fal. dy, all the Talbots in the world to save my life.

[Exit. Capt.Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee! [Exit. Retreat: excursions. Pucelle, Alanson, and Dauphin fly.

Bed. Now, quiet foul, depart when Heaven fhall
For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. [please;
What is the trust or stength of foolish man?
They that of late were daring with their scoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to save themfelves.

[Dies; and is carried off in his chair.

SCENE VI. Within the walls of Roan.
An alarm : Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the reft.

Tal. Lost and recover'd in a day again?
This is a double honour, Burgundy ;
Yet heav'ns have glory for this victory!

Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Inshrines thee in his heart, and there erects
Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.

Tal. Thanks, gentle Duke. But where is Pucelle now?
I think her old familiar is asleep.
Now where'sthe Bastard's braves, and Charles his glikes?
What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief,
That such a valiant company are fled.
Now we will take some order in the town,
Placing therein fome expert officers,

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