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

Of 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 : Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent:2

The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning grief; Was—for that (young king Richard thus remov'd, 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, Swift-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,

1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: | They laboured to plant the rightful heir, We sent unto the Temple, to his charnber; 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, Depriv'd of honour and inheritance:

And have install’d me in the diadem : But now the arbitrator of despairs,

But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, Just death, kind umpire3 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. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last. That so he might recover what was lost.

Mor. True; and thou seest, 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 yet be wary in thy studious care.

Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me: Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he | But yet, methinks, 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-despised4 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 remov'd. And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:

But now thy uncle is removing hence; 0; 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. O, uncle, 'would some part of my young stock,

years Why didst thou say-of late thou wert despis'd? ||Might but redeem the passage


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.5 Which giveth many wounds, when one will 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 fairs be all thy hopes!
And did upbraid me with my father's death;
Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,

And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war!

(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'dme, 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 Mortiner. Was cursed instrument of his decease.

Here 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 illo the advantage of my good. (Exit.

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

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

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


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

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, must 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 fing at Winchester. (Aside. Gloster offers to put up a bill, 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 dissension 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 manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,

( A 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,~ Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Pity the city of London, pity us! Às 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 thou 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, compell'd to shut our shops. Besides, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt

Enter, skirmishing, the retainers of Gloster and

Winchester, with bloody pates. From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouchsafe K. Hen. Wecharge 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?

1 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 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. And for dissension, Who preierreth peace

(Skirmish again. More than I do, -except I be provok’d?

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'd2 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 suffer such a prince, But he shall know, I am as good

So kind a father of the commonweal, Glo.

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 Serv. 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, Glo.

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

And, if you love me, as you 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. | My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Who should be pitiful, if you be not? War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.

Or who should study to prefer a peace, Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? And know the office that belongs to such.

War. My lord protector, yield ;-yield, Win. War. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler ;

chester; It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.

Except you mean, with obstinate repulse, Som. Yes, when bis holy state is touch'd soTo slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm.

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

(3) This was a term of reproach towards men Unseemly, indecent.

lof learning



Hath been enacted through your enmity;

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

(Aside. Win He shall submit, or I will never yield. Glo. Now it will best avail your majesty,

Glo. Compassion on the hing 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.
Hath 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 offender 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, gird. 1

And will at last break out into a flame :
For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent; As fester'd members rot but by degrees,
What, shall a child instruct you what to do? 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 time 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 intend it not!

His days may finish ere that hapless time. (Exit.

(Aside. K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster,|| SCENE II.- France. Before Roüen. Enter

La Pucelle disguised, and Soldiers dressed like How joyful am I made by this contract !-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 1.|| 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. (Ecount Servants, Mayor, &c. That come to gather money for their corn. War. Accept this scroll, mostgracious sovereign; If we have entrance (as I hope we shall,) Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet And that we find the slothíul watch but weak, We do exhibit to your majesty.

I'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 Roüen; 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 Paisans, pauvres 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 he restored to his blood.

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

the ground. [Pucelle, &c. 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 Roüen. From whence you spring by lineal descent.

Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants ;3 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 then, and set your knee against Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;

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

No way to that,4 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 batilement : holding out a And rise created princely duke of York.

torch burning. Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, fall!

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

But burning fatal to the Talbotites. That grudge one thought against your majesty! Bast. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our All. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of


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

(3) Confederates in stratagems,

i. e. No way equal to that,

my foot ;


Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,

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

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

So sure I swear to get the town, or die. Enter, and cryThe Dauphin !--presently, Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. And then do execution on the watch. (They enter. Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,

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 distronour 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 persuade That hardly we escap'd the pridel of France.

you. [Eweunt to the town. Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read Alarum: Excursions. Enter from the town, || That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,

Bedford, brought in sick, in a chair, with Tal- | Came to the field, and vanquished his foes : bot, Burgundy, and the English forces. Then, Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, enter on the walls, La Pucelle, Charles, Bastard, Because I ever found them as myself. Alençon, and others.

Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast !

Then be it so :-Heavens keep old Bedford safe ! Puc. 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, lear'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste?

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

Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolfe,

and a Captain I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Capt. Whither


sir John Fastolfe, in such Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before

haste? that time.

Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight; Bed. O, 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


Ay, a lance,

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

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

(Exit. Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours !

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

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

flying Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perisk with this 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.

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 fain by flight to save themselves. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?

(Dies, and is carried off 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 ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Alen. Signior, no.

Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France ! Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is PuLike 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 his For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.

gleeks?2 God be wi' you, my lord! we came, sir, but to tell What, all a-mort?3 Roüen hangs her head for grief, you

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

Now will we take some order4 in the town, (Exeunt 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 young Harry, with his nobles, lies. Vow, Burgundy, by 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 Èither 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 exequies5 fulfill'd in Roüen; (1) Haughty power.

(4) Make some necessary dispositions. (2) Scottis. (3) Quite dispirited. (5) Funeral rites.

thy peace;

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 foreign For that's the end of human misery. (Exeunt.

gore; SCENE III.-The same. The plains near the And wash away thy country's stained spots!

Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, 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 Rouen 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.

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

Who join'st thou with, but with a lordiy nation, And like a peacock sweep 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 foil 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 foe? And we will make thee famous through the world. And was he not in England 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-men. 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 haughtyø 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 extirpedi from our provinces.

And made me almost yield upon my knees. Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd2 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, Talbot; 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. An English march. Enter, and pass over at a

Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. distance, Talbot and his forces.

Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,

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 after him.

powers ;

(Exe. A French march. Enter the Duke of Burgundy | And seek how we may prejudice the foe. 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, 8c. To them Talbot, and some Summon a parley, we will talk with him.

of his Officers.

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

peers, Bur. Who craves a parley with 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, tryman.

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

To your obedience fifty fortresses, Char. Speal, 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; Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. And, with submissive loyalty of heart,

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

Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, First to my God, and next unto your grace. And see the cities and the towns defac'd

K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, 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 victorious See, see, the pining malady of France;

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

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

(3) Elevated.

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