Hath been enacted thro' 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 still so ftern and tragical?

Glou. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
K. Henry. Fy, 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 Winchester, relent;
What, fhall a child inftruct you what to do?

Win. Well, Duke of Glo'fter, 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 ourselves, 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. O loving uncle, gentle Duke of Glofter, How joyful am I made by this contract !

-Away, my mafters, trouble us no more; But join in friendship as your Lords have done. 1 Serv. Content. I'll to the Surgeon's..

2 Serv. So will I.

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

[Exeunt.

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

Glou. Well urg'd, my Lord of Warwick; for, fweet
Prince,

An if your Grace mark ev'ry circumftance,
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 reftored 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 Descent.
Rich. Thy humble fervant vows obedience,
And faithful fervice, till the point of death.
K. Henry. Stoop, then, and fet your knee againft
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 may

fall!

And as my duty fprings, fo perish they,
That grudge one thought against your Majefty!
All Welcome, high Prince, the mighty Duke of

York!

Reguerdon.] Recompence, return.

Som.

Som. Perifh, bafe Prince, ignoble Duke of York!

Glou. Now will it beft avail your Majefty
To cross the feas, and to be crown'd in France:
The presence of a King engenders love
Amongst his fubjects and his loyal friends,
As it difanimates his enemies.

[Afide.

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

For friendly counfel cuts off many foes.

Glou. Your fhips already are in readinefs. [Exeunt.

Manet Exeter.

Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France, Not feeing 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 Prophecy,
Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fifth,
Was in the mouth of every fucking babe;
That Henry, born at Monmouth, fhould win all:
And Henry, born at Windfor, should lofe all;
Which is fo plain, that Exeter doth wifh,
His days may finish ere that hapless time.

[Exit.

6 So will difcord breed.] this difcord progate itself and That is, fo will the malignity of advance.

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Enter Joan la Pucelle difguis'd, and four Soldiers with

Pucel.

T

Sacks upon their backs.

Hefe are the city gates, the gates of Roan, Thro' which our policy muft make a breach. Take heed, be wary, how you place your words, Talk like the vulgar fort of market-men, That come to gather money for their corn. If we have entrance, (as I hope we fhall) And that we find the flothful Watch but weak, I'll by a sign 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 là?

[Knocks

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

Enter Dauphin, Baftard, and Alanson.

[Exeunt.

Dau. St. Dennis blefs this happy ftratagem! And once again we'll fleep fecure in Roan. Baft. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practifants. 7 Now fhe is there, how will fhe specify Where is the beft and fafeft paffage in? Reig. By thrufting out a torch from yonder tow'r,

7-practisants.] Practice, in the language of that time, wa treachery, and perhaps in the

fofter fenfe ftratagem. Prai fants are therefore confederates in fratagem.

Which,

Which, once difcern'd, fhews that her meaning is, No way to that for weakness which fhe 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 Talbotites.

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

Dau. 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 hellifh mifchief unawares,

That hardly we efcap'd the pride of France. [Exit.

8 No way to that ] That is, no way equal to that, no way fo fit as that.

9 That hardly we efcap'd the pride of France.] Pride fignifies the haughty power. The fame fpeaker fays afterwards, Act 4. Scene 6.

And from the pride of Gallia refeu'd thee.

One would think this plain enough. But what won't a puzzling critic obfcure! Mr. Theobald fays, Pride of France is an abfurd and unmeaning expreffion, and therefore alters it to Prize of France; and in this is followed by the Oxford Editer.

WARBURTON,

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