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Hath been enacted thro'your enmity,
Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield.
Glou. Compassion on the King commands me stoop, Or I would see 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 discontented fury, As by his smoothed brows it doth
appear. Why look you still so stern and tragical ?
Glou. Here, Winchester, I offer thee
War. Sweet King! the Bishop hath a kindly gird? – For shame, my Lord of Winchester, relent, What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
Win. Well, Duke of Gloster, 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.
Win. [Aside.] So help me God, as I intend it not !
K. Henry. O loving uncle, gentle Duke of Gloster, How joyful am I made by this
contract ! -Away, my masters, trouble us no more ; But join in friendship as your Lords have done.
i Serv. Content. I'll to the Surgeon's. 2 Serv. So will I. 3 Serv. And I'll see what physick the tavern affords.
War. Accept this scrowl, most gracious Sovereign,
K. Henry. And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
War. Let Richard be restored to his blood, So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
K. Henry. 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 servant vows obedience, And faithful service, till the point of death.
K. Henry. Stoop, then, and set your knee against
And in s reguerdon of that duty done,
Rich. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall!
s Reguerdon.] Recompence, return.
Som. Perish, base Prince, ignoble Duke of York !
[ Afide. Glou. Now will it best avail your Majesty To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France : The presence of a King engenders love Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends, As it disanimates his enemies. K. Henry. When Glo'ster says the word, King Henry
goes; For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
Glou. Your ships already are in readiness. [Exeunt.
Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue; This late diffention, grown betwixt the peers, Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love; And will at last break out into a flame. As fester'd members rot but by degrees, Till bones, and felh, and sinews, fall away; So will this base and envious difcord breed. 6 And now I fear that fatal Prophecy, Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fifth, Was in the mouth of every sucking babe ; That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all : And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all; Which is fu plain, that Exeter doth wish, His days may finish ere that hapless time. [Exit.
6 So will diford breed] this discord pro; gate itself and That is, fo will the malignity of advance.
Enter Joan la Pucelle disguis’d, and four Soldiers with
Thro' whichour policy must make a breach.
Sol. Our facks shall be a mean to sack the city,
[Knocks. Watch. Qui va là ?
Pucel. Paisans, pauvres gens de France.
Watch. Enter, go in, the market-bell is rung.
Baft. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants.?
Reig. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tow'r,
7 - practisants.] Practice, fofter sense fratagem. Prasie in the language of that time, junts are therefore confederates in wa treachery, and perhaps in the straiagem.
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 a torch
Bast. 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.
8 No way to that — ] That One would think this plain is, no way equal to that, no way enough. But what won't a puzso fit as that.
zling critic obscure! Mr. Theo9 That hardly we escap'd the bald says, Pride of France is an
pride of France.] Pride fig- absurd and unmeaning exprilfion, nifies the haughry power. The and therefore alters it to Prize fame speaker says afterwards, of France ; and in this is folAct 4. Scene 6.
lowed by the Oxford Editir. And from the pride of Gallia