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my hand.

Hath been enacted thro'your enmity,
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.

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
K. Henry. Fy, uncle Beaufort; I have heard you

preach,
That malice was a great and grievous sin,
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 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.
See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
This token serveth for a flag of truce
Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers.
So help me God, as I diffemble not !

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.

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War. Accept this scrowl, most gracious Sovereign,
Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
We do exbibit to your Majesty.
Glou. Well urg'd, my Lord of Warwick; for, sweer

Prince,
An if your Grace mark ev'ry circumstance,
You have great reason to do Richard right:
Especially, for those occasions
At Eltham-place I told your Majesty.

K. Henry. And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
Therefore, my loving Lords, our pleasure is,
That Richard be restored 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, 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

my foot.

And in s reguerdon of that duty done,
I gird thee with the valiant sword of York.
Rise, 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 against your Majesty!
All. Welcome, high Prince, the mighty Duke of

York !

s Reguerdon.] Recompence, return.

Som.

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.

Manet Exeter.

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.

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Enter Joan la Pucelle disguis’d, and four Soldiers with

Sacks
upon

their backs.
Pucel. Here are the city gates, the gates of Roan,

Thro' whichour 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 their corn.
If we have entrance, (as I hope we shall)
And that we find the slothful Watch but weak,
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.

Sol. Our facks shall be a mean to sack the city,
And we be Lords and rulers over Roan;
Therefore we'll knock.

[Knocks. Watch. Qui va ?

Pucel. Paisans, 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 shake thy bulwarks to the
ground.

[Exeunt.
Enter Dauphin, Bastard, and Alanson.
Dau. St. Dennis bless this happy stratagem!
And once again we'll Neep secure in Roan.

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

Reig. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tow'r,

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Which,

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

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

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

WARBURTON.

refou'd thee.

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