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Anu these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,' The first-begotten, and the lawful heir
Nestor-like aged, in an age of care,

Or Edward king, the third of that descent:
Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.

During whose reign, the Percies of the north, These eyes,-like lamps whose wasting oil is Finding his usurpation most unjust, spent,

Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne: Was dim, as drawing to their exigent:?

The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning gries;

Was--for that (young king Richard thus remor'da And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine, Leaving no heir begotten of his body,) That droops his sapless branches to the ground. - I was the next by birth and parentage; Yet are these feet-whose strengthless stay is For by my mother I derived am numb,

From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son Unable to support this lump of clay,

To king Edward the Third ; whereas he, Swili-winged with desire to get a grave,

From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, As witting I no other comfort have.

Being but fourth of that heroic line. But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? But mark; as, in this haughty great attempt

| Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: They laboured to plant the rightful heir, We seni unto the Temple, to his chamber; I lost my liberty, and they their lives. And answer was return'd, that he will come. Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,

Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied.- Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,-- did reign, Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. Thy father, earl of Cambridge,-then deriv'd Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York,(Before whose glory I was great in arms,) Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, This loathsome sequestration have I had; Again, in pity of my hard distress, And even since then hath Richard been obscur’d, Levied an army; weening to redeem, Deprived of honour and inheritance :

And have installid me in the diadem: But now the arbitrator of despairs,

But, as the rest, so sell that noble earl, Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence: In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd,

Plan. Or which, my lord, your honour is the last. That so he might recover what was lost.

Mor. True; and thou scest, that I no issue have. Enter Richard Plantagenet.

And that my fainting words do warrant death:

Thou art my heir ; the rest, I wish thee gather: 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is But vel be wary in thy studious care.

Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me: Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend ? Is he But yet, meihinks, my father's execution come ?

Was nothing less than bloody tyranny. Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us’d, Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic Your nephew, late-despised* Richard, comes. Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,

Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, And, like a mountain, not to be remor’d. And in his bosom spend my latter gasp :

But now thy uncle is removing hence; O, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.

With long continuance in a settled place. And now declare, sweet stem from York's great Plan. Ö, uncle, 'would some part of my young stock,

years Why didst thou say—of late thou wert despis'd ?. Might but redeem the passage of your age ! Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the slaugharm ;

t'rer doth, And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease." Which giveth many wounds, when one wil: kill. This day, in argument upon a case,

Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me: Only, give order for my funeral; Among which terms he used his lavish tongue, And so farewell; and fuire be all thy hopes ! And did upbraid me with my father's death; And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! Which obloquv set bars before my tongue,

(Dies. Else with the like I had requited him :

Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul! Therefore, good uncle,-for my father's sake, In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage. In honour of a true Plantagenet,

And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast; My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. And what I do imagine, let that rest.

Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me, Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth, Will see his burial better than his life. Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,

(Exeunt Keepers, bearing out Mortimer Was cursed instrument of his decease.

Herc dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, Plan. Discover more at large what cause that Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort :was;

And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.

Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, I doubt not, but with honour to redress : And death approach not ere my tale be done. And therefore haste I to the parliament; Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king, Either to be restored to my blood, Depos'd his nephew Richard ; Edward's son, Or make my ill' the advantage of my good. (Ezi.

(1) The heralds that, fore-running death, pro- (4) Lately-despised. (5) Uneasiness, disconterte claim its approach.

(6) High: (7) Thinking. (2) End.'

is) Lucky, prosperous. (3) i e. He who terminates or concludes misery. (9) My ill, is my ill usage.


War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of U.at?

Is not his grace protector to the king ? SCENE I.-The same. The Parliament-House. Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloster, Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should;

Plan. Plantagenet, I see, inust hold his tongue, Warwick, Somerset, and Suffolk; the Bishop of Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords? Winchester, Richard Plantagenet, and others. Else would I have a fling at Winchester. (Aside Gloster offers to put up a bill;i Winchester

K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester snatches it, and tears it.

The special watchmen of our English weal;
Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines, I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, To join your hearts in love and amity.
Humphrey of Gloster ? If thou canst accuse, 0, what a scandal is it to our crown,
Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,

That two such noble peers as ye, should jar! Do it without invention suddenly;

Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, As I with sudden and extemporal speech

Civil dissention is a viperous worm, Purpose to answer what thou canst object. That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place commands (A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats! my patience,

What tumult's this? Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me. War.

An uproar, I dare warrant, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd Begun through malice of the bishop's men. The inanner of thy vile outrageous crimes,

( noise again; Stones! stones! That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:

Enter the Mayor of London, attended. No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, May. O, my good lords,--and virtuous Henry, Thý lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Pity the city of London, pity us ! As very infants prattle of thy pride.

The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men, Thou art a most pernicious usurer;

Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Froward by nature, enemy to peace;

Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones; Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems And, banding themselves in contráry parts, A man of thy profession, and degree ;

Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, And for thy treachery, What's more manifest; That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: In that tho. laid'st a trap to take my life,

Our windows are broke down in every street, As well at London-bridge, as at the Tower ? And we, for fear, compelld to shut our shops. Besides, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sisted, The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt

Enter, skirmishing, the retainers of Gloster ana From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

Winchester, with bloody pates. Win, Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouchsafe K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, To give me hearing what I shall reply.

To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace. If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. As he will have me, How am I so poor?

i Serv. Nay, if we be Or how haps it, I seek not to advance

Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling ? 2 Serr. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. And for dissention, Who preferreth peace

[Skirmish again. More than I do, except I be provok'a ?

Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish No, my good lords, it is not that offends;

broil, It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke: And set this unaccustom'da fight aside, It is, because no one should sway but he ;

3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man No one, but he, should be about the king'; Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, And that engenders thunder in his breast,

Inferior to none, but his majesty :
And makes him roar these accusations forth. And ere that we will sufler such a prince,
But he shall know, I am as good-

So kind a father of the commonweal,

As good ? To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, Thou bastard of my grandfather!

We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Win. Ay, lordly sir; For what are you, I pray, And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. But one imperious in another's throne ?

1 Stry. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. Win. And am I not a prelate of the church?

[Skirmish again Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,


Stav, stay, I say! And useth it to patronage his theft.

And, if you love me, as vou say you do, Win. Unreverent Gloster!

Let me persuade you to forbear a while. Glo.

Thou art reverent K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.

soul!Win. This Rome shall remedy.

Can you, my lord of Winchester behold War.

Roam thither then. Mv sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbcar. Who should be pitiful, if you be not:
War. Ai, see the bishop be not overborne. Or who should study to prefer a peace,

Som, Meihinks, my lord should be religious, If holy churchmen iake delight in broils ?
And know the office that belongs to such.

War. My lord protecior, yield;—vield, Wiss Har. Meshinks, his lordship should be humbler; chester ;-li hitteth not a prelate so to plead.

Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, Som. Yes, when his holy state is louch'd so to slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm.

You see what mischief, and what murder too, (1 i.e. Articles of accusation.

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Hath been enacted through your enmity;

Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.

Win. He shall'submit, or I will never yield. Glo. Now it will best avail your majesty,
Glo. Compassion on the king commands me stoop; To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France :
Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest The presence of a king engenders love
Should ever get that privilege of me.

Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends;
War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke As it disanimates his enemies.
llath banish'd moody discontented fury,

K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king HenAs by his smoothed brows it doth appear:

ry goes;
Why look you still so stern, and tragical ? For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
K. Hen. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you

(Exeunt all but Exeter. preach,

Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in That malice was a great and grievous sin:

And will not you maintain the thing you teach, Not seeing what is likely to ensue:
But prove a chief otlender in the same?

This late dissension grown betwixt the peers,
War. Sweet king !—The bishop hath a kindly Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,

And will at last break out into a flame : For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; As fester'd members rot but by degrees,

Till bones, and flesh, and sinews, fall away, Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; So will this base and envious discord breed. Love for thy love, and hand for hand, I give. And now I fear that fatal prophecy,

Glo. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.- Which, in the name of Henry, nam'd the Fifth, See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ; Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,-. This token serveth for a flag of truce,

That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all; Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers :

And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all : So help me God, as I dissemble not !

Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish Win. So help me God, as I intend it not ! His days may finish ere that hapless time. (Erit.

(Aside. K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster,

SCENE II.-France. Before Rouen. Enter How joyful am I made by this contráct!

La Pucelle disguised, and Soldiers dressed like Away, my masters ! trouble us no more;

countrymen, with sacks upon their backs. But join in friendship, as your lords have done. Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,

1 Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. Through which our policy must make a breach: 2 Serv.

And so will I. Take heed, be wary how you place your words; 3 Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,

affords, (Exeunt Servants, Mayor, 8-c. That come to gather money for their corn. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign; If we have entrance (as I hope we shall,) Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet And that we find the slothsul watch but weak, We do exhibit to your majesty.

l'll by a sign give notice to our friends, Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick : for, sweet That Charles the dauphin may encounter them. prince,

1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, An if your grace mark every circumstance, And we be lords and rulers over Rouen; You have great reason to do Richard right: Therefore we'll knock.

[Knocks. Especially, for those occasions

Guard. [Within.] Qui est ? At Eltham-place I told your majesty.

Puc. Paissans, paurres gens de France: K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. force :

Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,

(Opens the gates. That Richard be restored to his blood.

Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to War. Let Richard be restored to his blood;

the ground. [Pucelle, fc, enter the city. So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.

Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. Enter Charles, Bastard of Orleans, Alençon, and
K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that alone,

forces. But all the whole inheritance I give,

Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem That doth belong unto the house of York,

And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen. From whence you spring by lineal descent.

Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants;' Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience, Now she is there, how will she specify And humble service, till the point of death. Where is the best and safest passage in ? K. Hen. Stoop ihen, and set your knee against Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower, my foot;

Which, once discern'd, shows, that her mearing is,-
And, in reguerdon? of that duty done,

No way to that,* for weakness, which she enter'd.
I girt thee with the valiant sword of York:
Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet;

Enter La Pucelle on a batllement: holding out

torch burning.
And rise created princely duke of York.
Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch,

That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen :
And as my duty springs, so perish they

But burning fatal to the T:lbotites.
That grudge one thought against your majesty! Bast. See, noble Charles! the bcacon of ou
AU. welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of friend,

The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
(1) Feels an emotion of kind remorse.

a) Confederates in stratageme. 121 Recompense.

j i. e. No way equal to that




Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,

And as his father here was conqueror; À prophet to the fall of all our foes !

As sure as in this late betrayed town Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous Great Ceur-de-lion's heart was buried; ends;

So sure I swear to get the town, or die. Enter, and cry—The Dauphin ;—presently,

Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy rown And then do execution on the watch. [They enter. Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying price,

The valiant duke of Bedford :--Come, my lord, Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English.

We will bestow you in some better place, Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age. tears,

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: If Talbot but survive thy treachery.

Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen, Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, And will be partner of your weal, or wo. Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persitada That hardly we escap'd the pride' of France.

[Exeunt to the toron, Bed. Not to be gone from hence: for once I read Alarum : Excursions. Enter from the town, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes;

That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Bedford, brought in sick, in a chair, with Tal- Methinks, I should revive the soldier's hearts, bot, Burgundy, and the English forces. Then, Because I ever found them as myself. enter on the walls, La Pucelle, Charles, Bastard, Alençon, and others.

Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast !-

Then be it so ;-Heavens keep old Bedford safelPuc. Good morrow, gallants ! want ye corn for And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, bread ?

But gather we our forces out of hand, I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast

And set upon our boasting enemy. Before he'll buy again at such a rate :

(Exeunt Burgundy, Talbot, and forces, lead 'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste ?

ing Bedford, and others. Bur. Scoff on, vilc fiend, and shameless court

Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolle I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,

and a Captain. And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Capt. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before haste ? that time.

Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight; Bed. 2, let no words, but deeds, revenge this We are like to have the overthrow again. treason!

Capt. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot? Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard ? break Fast.

As, a lance,

All the Talbots in the world to save my life. (Exil And nn a tilt at death within a chair?

Capt. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! Tal, Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,

[Erit. Encorpass'd with thy lustful paramours !

Retreal : Excursions. Enter from the town, La Becomes it thee to taunt his vauant age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead ?

Pucelle, Alençon, Charles, &c.; and excunt

flying Dameel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with inis shame.

Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please ; Puc. Are you so hot, sir ?—Yet, Pucelle, hold For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. thy peace;

What is the trust or strength of foolish man? If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.

They, that of late were daring with their scoffs, [Talbot, and the rest, consult together. Are glad and sain by flight to save themselves. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker ?

(Dies, and is carried of in his chair Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field ?

Alarum: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and others.
Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
To try if that our own be ours, or no.

This is a double honour, Burgundy:
Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecaté, Yet, heavens have glory for this victory!
But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest :

Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Will ve, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Alen. Signior, no.

Thv noble decis, as valour's monument. Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France ! Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pom Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,

celle now? And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. I think her old familiar is asleep:

Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls: Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles hus For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.

gleeks? God be wi' you my lord! we caine, sir, but to tell What, all a-mort ? Rouen hangs her head for grief, you

That such a valiant company are led.
That we are here.

Now will we take some order in the town,
(Ereunt La Pucelle, &c. from the walls. Placing therein some expert officers;
Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, And then depart to Paris, to the king;
Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!- For there voung Harry, with his nobles, lies.
Vow, Burgundy, hy honour of thy house

Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy (Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in France,) Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget Either to get the town again, or die :

The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, And I,-as sure as English Henry lives,

But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen; (1) Haughty power:

(4) Make some necessary dispositions. 121 Scoffs. (3) Quite dispirited.

Funeral rites.

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A braver soldier never couched lance,

Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help A gentler heart did never sway in court:

One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom, But kings, and mightiest potentates, must die; Should grieve thee more than streams of forcign For that's the end of human misery. [Exeunt.


Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, CENE. III.-The same. The plains near the And wash away thy country's stained spots!

city. Enter Charles, the Bastard, Alençon, La Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her Pucelle, and forces.

words, Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident,

Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Nor grieve that Roúen is so recovered:

Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,

on thee, For things that are not to be remedied.

Doubling thy birth and lawful progeny: Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,

Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation, And like a peacock swcep along his tail;

That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake; We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train,

When Talbot hath set footing once in France, If dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul'd.

And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill, Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto,

Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, And of thy cunning had no diffidence;

And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive ? One sudden soil shall never breed distrust. Call we to mind,--and mark but this, for proof ,Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies,

Was not the duke of Orleans thy soe? And we will make thee famous through the world. And was he not in Bngland prisoner ? Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place,

But, when they heard he was thine enemy, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint;

They set him free, without his ransom paid, Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends.

Puc. Then thus it must be ; this doth Joan devise ; See then! thou fight'st against thy countrymen, By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words,

And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-mcn. We will entice the duke of Burgundy

Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty words of France were no place for Henry's warriors;

hers Nor should that nation boast it so with us,

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, But be extirped' from our provinces.

And made me almost yield upon my knees.Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd from Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! France,

And lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: And not have title to an earldom here.

My forces and my power of men are yours ;Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will work So, farewell, Talbct; I'll no longer trust thee. To bring this matter to the wished end.

Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn [Drums heard.

again! Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive

Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward,

makes us fresh.

Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. An English march. Enter, and pass over at a

Alen. Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this, distance, Talbot and his forces.

And doth deserve a coronet of gold. There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread; Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our And all the troops of English aster him.

powers ;

And seek how we may prejudice the foe. [Ere. A French march. Enter the Duke of Burgundy and forces.

SCENE IV.-Paris. A room in the palace. Now in the rearward, comes the duke and his ;

Enter King Henry, Gloster, and other "Lords, Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind.

Vernon, Basset, fc. To them Talbot, and some

of his officers. Summon a parley, we will talk with him.

(A parley sounded. Tal. My gracious prince,-and honourable Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.

peers, Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy ? Hearing of your arrival in this realm, Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy coun- I have a while given truce unto my wars, trvman.

To do my duty to my sovereign : Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am march- In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd ing hence.

To your obedience fifty fortresses, Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, thy words.

Besides five hundred prisoners of esteem,Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; Stav, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. And, with submissive lovalty of heari,

Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Ascribes the glory of his conquip rot,

Prc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, First to my God, and next un And see the cities and the towns defac'd

K. Hen. Is this the lord Taliji, uncle Gluster, By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!

That hath so long been resident in France ? As looks the mother on her lowly babe,

Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. When death doth close his tender dying eyes, K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victorion Som, see the pining malady of France;

Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, When I was young, (as vet I am not old,)
Which thou thvselt hast given her woful breast! I do remember how my father said,
U, turn thy edged sword another way;

A stouter champion never handled 'sword.
All Rooted out. (2) Expelled.

(3) Elevated

ur grace.

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