And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. That Richard be restored to his blood. I Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; Shall pitch a fieldwhenwe are dead.[Begin again. So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd. Glo. Stay, stay, I say! Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. And, if you love me, as you say you do, k. Henry. If Richard will be true, not that Let me persuade you to forbear a while. [soul! But all the whole inheritance I give, Çalone, K. Henry. Oh, how this discord doth aillict my That doth belong unto the house ot York, Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold From whence you spring by lineal descent. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Rich. Thy hunible servant vows obedience, Who should be pitiful, if you be not? o And humble service, 'till the point of death. Or who should study to prefer a peace, K. Henry. Stoop then,and set your knee against If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? And, in reguerdon of that duty done, (my foot: Wur. My lord protector, yield; -yield, I gird thee with the valiant sword of York: Winchester; Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet; of York! (Aside. Should ever get that privilege of ine. Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty, hand. K. Henry. When Gloster says the word, king 30 Glo. Your ships already are in readiness. That malice was a great and grievous sin: [Exeunt all but Exeter. And will not you maintain the thing you teach, Ere. Ay, we may march in England, or in But prove achief offender in the same? [gird'. Not seeing what is likely to ensue: [France, War. Sweet king the bishop hath a kindly This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers, Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee;) As fester'd members rot but by degrees, Glo. Ay; but I fear me, with a hollow heart. So will this base and envious discord breed'. Which, in the time of Henry, nani'd the fifth, Win. [Aside.] So help me God, as I intend it. And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all: SCENE 11. Roan in France. 50 sacks upon their bucks, like Countrymen. 3 Sero. And I will sce what physic Pucel. These are the city gates, the gates of Roan, (Ereunt. Through whichour policymust make a breach:- Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick;~for, If we have entrance, (as, 1 hope, we shall) mark every circumstance, And that we find the slothful watch but weak, You have great reason to do Richard right: I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, Especially, for those occasions That Charles the Dauphin may encounterthem. K. Henry. And those occasions, uncle, were of And we be lords and rulers over Roan; [Knocks. A kindly gird is a gentle or friendly repronf. ? i. e. reconipence, return. ? That is, propagate itselt, and advance. 1 Watch, tell you Watch. Qui ra la ? jIf Talbot do but follow, rain will follow. Pucel. Paisans pauvres gens de France : [Talbot, and the rest, whisper tr.gether in council. Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. Godspeedtheparliament!who shallbe the speaker? Hl'atch. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field? [Exeunt. To try if that our own be ours, or no. (fools. . Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants":10 Alen. Signior, no. Tul. Signior, hang!-base muleteers of France! Where is the best and safest passage in? Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, Reig. By thrusting out a torch froin yonder tower; And dare not take up arıns like geutlemen. Which oncediscern'd, shews,thathermcaningis, Pucel. Captains,away: let's get us from thewalls; Noway to that?,for weakness, which she enter d. 15 Por Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.Enter Jaun la Pucelle on a battlement, thrusting God be wi' you, my lord! we came, sir, but to out a torch burning. Pucel . Behold, this is the happywedding torch, That we are here. [Exeunt from the calls. That joineth Roan unto her countrymen; Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Dau. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, Either to get the town again, or die: And I,-as sure as English Henry lives, Great Cæur-de-Lion's heart was buried; . France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy Burg: My vows are equal partners with thy If Talbot but survive thy treachery;— [tears, 301Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, The valiant duke of Bedford: Come, my lord, Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Burg. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade Pucel. Good morrow, gallants; want ye corn Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, for bread? That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, , ere long, to choak thee with thine own, Then beit so:~Heavens keepold Bedford safe!-- [treason! And set upon our boasting enemy. [Exeunt Burgundy, Talbot, and forces. Pucel . What will you do, good grey-beard: An alurum: excursions. Enter Sir John l'astolfe, break a lance, 1501 and a Captain. And run a tilt at death within a chair? Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such Tal . Foulfiendof France,andhag of all despight, haste? Encompası'd with thy lustful paramours ! Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight; We are like to have the overthrow again. Fast. Ay, [Exit. "Practice, in the language of that time, was treachery, and perhaps, in the softer sense, stratager. Practisants are therefore confederates in stratagems, That is, no way equal to that. Pride signifies the haughty pouver. This hero was Uther Pendragon, brother to Aurelius, and father to King Arthur. Retreat: that time. hold thy peace; cits, 3 Retreat: escursions. Pucelle, Alençon, and Dauphin flu. fto bring this matter to the wished end. [Drum beats afar off. For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. (please; Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive What is the trust or strength of foolish inan? Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. They, that of late were daring with their scoffs, 5 [Here beat an English march. Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread; [Dies, and is carried off'in his chair. And all the troops of English after him. An alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the rest. [French march. Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! Now, in the rereward, comes the duke, and his; This is a double honour, Burgundy: 10 Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind. Yet, heaven have glory for this victory! Summon a parley, we will talk with him. Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy [Trumpets sound a parley. Enshrines thee in his heart; and there crects Enter the Duke of Burgundy, marching. Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. [now? Dau. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle 15 Burg: Who cravęs a parleywith the Burgundy? I think her old familiar is asleep: [gleeks Pucel. The princely Charles of France, thy Now where's the Bastard's braves,and Charles his countryman. (marching hence. What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief, Burg. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am That such a valiant company are fled. Dai. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with Now will we take some order in the town, 20 thy words. [France! Placing therein some expert officers; Pucel. Brave Burgundy, urdoubted hope of And then depart to Paris, to the king; Stay, let thy humble hand-maid speak to thee. For there young Henry, with his nobles, lies. Burg: Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Burg. Whatwilíslord Talbot,pleaseth Burgundy. Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget 25 And seethe cities and the towns defac'd [France, The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, By wasting ruin of the cruel foe! But see his exequies fulfill'd in Roan: As looks the mother on her lowly babe, A braver soldier never couched lance, When death doth close his tender dying eyes, Oh, turn thy edged sword another way; The Plain near the City. strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! Enter the Dauphin, Bastard, Alençon, and Joan Onedropofblood drawnfromthycountry'sboson, la Pucelle. |3Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign Pucel. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Return thec,therefore, with a flood oftears, [gore; Nor grieve that Roan is so recovered: And wash away thy country's stained spots ! Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, Burg. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her For things that are not to be reinedy'd. Or nature makes me suddenly relent. (words, Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while, 1401 Pucel. Besides,all French and France exclaims And like a peacock sweep along his tail ; Doubting thy birth and law-ful progeny: (on thee, We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, Whom joun’st thou with, but with a lordly nation, If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul’d. Chat will not trust thee, but for profit's sake? Dan. We have been guided by thee hitherto, When Talbot hath set footing once in France, And of thy cunning had no diffidence; 45 And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill, One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive ? And we will make thce famous through the world. Call weto mind, and mark but this, forproof; Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe? And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; 50 And was he not in England prisoner? Employ thce then, sweet virgin, for our good. But, when they heard he was thine enemy, Pucel. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan They set him free, without his ransom paid, devise: In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends. By fair persuasions, inix'd with sugar'd words, See then! thou tight'st against thy countrymen, We will entice the duke of Burgundy 55 and join'st with them will be thy slaughter-men. To Icave the Talbot, and to follow us. Come,come,return; return, thou wand'ring lord; Dau. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. France were no place for Henry's warriors; Burg: Iam vanquish'd; these haughtywords of Nor should that nation boast it so with us, Have batter'd melikeroaring cannon-shot, [hers But be extirped' from our provinces. [France, 6c And made me almost yield upon my knees. Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd 2 from Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! And not have title of an earldom here. [work, And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: Pucel. Your honours shall perceive how I will |My forces and my power of men are yours; • To extirp is to root out. ?i. e. expelled, So again!! Glo. L'in. God save king Henry, of that name So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee. 11 do remember how my father said, [us fresh. Long since we were resolved of your truth, 1. Dou. Welcome,bravedukc!thyfriendship makes your faithful service, and your toil in war; Bast. And doth beget newcourage in our breasts. 5 Yet never have you tasted our reward, Dau. Now let us on, my lords, and join our Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts, 10 And in our coronation take your place. [Ereunt King, Glo. Tal. Paris . An Apartment in the Palace. Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sca, Enter King Heury, Gloster, Vernon, Basset, &c. Disgracing of these colours 'that I wear dr. To them Talbot, with Soldiers. In honour of my noble lord of York, nov Tal. My gracious prince, and honourable 15 Dar’st thoumaintain theformerwordsthouspak’st? Hearing of your arrival in this realm, (peers, Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage I have a while given truce unto my wars, The envious barking of your saucy tongue Against my lord, the duke of Somerset. 120 Bus. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that. het. Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem, [Strikes him, Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arins And, with submissive loyalty of heart, is such, Ascribes the glory of his conquest got, 25 That, who so draws a sword", 'tis present death; First to my God, and next unto your grace. Orelse this blow should broach thyclearest blood, Glo. Yes, if it please your inajesty, my liege. When thou shalt see, I'll met thee to thy cost. And, after, meet you sooner than you would. [Ereunt. ACT IV. SCENE 1. Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy and thee! I vow'd, base knight, when I did meetthee next, To tear the garter from thy craven's leg. [plucking it of Sufiolki , Somerset, Warwick, Talbot, Exeter, (Which I lrave done) because unworthily thee, and Governor of Paris. Thou wast installed in that high degree.-ORD bishop,set the crown upon his head. Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest : ke: This dastard, at the battle of Pataie", 45 When but in all I was six thousand strong, And that the French were almost ten to one,- Before we met, or that a stroke was given, 50 Myself, and divers gentlemen beside, Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; id, Fast . My gracious govereign, as I rode from Or whether that such cowards ought to wear To laste unto your coronation, [Calais, This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. A letter was deliver'd to my hands, 55/ Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, Writto your grace from the duke of Burgundy. And ill beseeming any common man; Dr. Johnson on this passage observes, that the inconstancy of the French was always the subject of satire ; and adds, that he has read a dissertation written to prove that the index of the wind upon our steeples was made in form of a cock, to ridicule the French for their frequent changes, " i. e rewarded. This was the badge of a rose, and not an officer's scarf. *i.c. in the court, or in the presence-chamber. ”i. e. design, or intend. Ó Poictiers has been used by some of the editors; but this gross blunder must be probably imputed to the players or transcribers; for the battle of Poictiers was fought in the year 1357, the 31st of kng Edward III. and the scene now lies in the 7th year of the reign of king Henry VI. viz. 14:8. The action of which Shakspeare is now speaking, happened (according to Hol nshed'neerc unto a village in Beausse called Pataie,"whichwe should read insteadof Poictiers. $4 From this batteil (adds the same historian) departed without anie stroke stricken, Sir John Fostolfe , her ane veere by his valiantlesse elected into the order of the garter. But for doubt of m dealing at tas brunt, the dake of Bedford tooke from him the image of St. George and his garter,” &c. help gledi ordson ; {hets men! Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. And wherefore crave you coinbat? or with whom? informs ! Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, Ver. With bim, my lord; for he hath done ris princes in me wrong. both complain? First let me know, and then I'll answer you. 15 Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him; (Exit Fastolfe. And in defence of my lord's worthiness, 20 Vir. And that is my petition, noble lord; To set a gloss upon his bold intent, [Reading And he first took exceptions at this badge, 25 Pronouncing--that the paleness of this flower Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? 130 K. Henry. Good Lord! 'what madness rules in brain-sick men; [foe. Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. And perish ye, with your audacious prate! And you, my lords,-methinks, you do not well, To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves; be friends. [combatants: Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd Beside, . |