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            <author>William Shakespeare</author>
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      <head>DRAMATIS PERSON&AElig;</head>
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         <castItem type="role"><role id="king.">KING HENRY the Sixth</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="glou.">DUKE OF GLOUCESTER</role><roleDesc>uncle to the King and Protector</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="bed.">DUKE OF BEDFORD</role><roleDesc>uncle to the King and Regent of France</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="exe.">THOMAS BEAUFORT</role><roleDesc>Duke of Exeter great-uncle to the King</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="win."> HENRY BEAUFORT</role><roleDesc>great-uncle to the King, Bishop of Winchester and afterwards Cardinal</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="car."> HENRY BEAUFORT</role><roleDesc>great-uncle to the King, Bishop of Winchester and afterwards Cardinal</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="som.">JOHN BEAUFORT</role><roleDesc>Earl, afterwards Duke of Somerset</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="york.">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</role><roleDesc>son of Richard late Earl of Cambridge afterwards Duke of York</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="plan.">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</role><roleDesc>son of Richard late Earl of Cambridge afterwards Duke of York</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="war.">EARL OF WARWICK</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="sal.">EARL OF SALISBURY</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="suf.">EARL OF SUFFOLK</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="tal.">LORD TALBOT</role><roleDesc>afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="john.">JOHN TALBOT</role><roleDesc>his son</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="mor.">EDMUND MORTIMER</role><roleDesc>Earl of March</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="fast.">SIR JOHN FASTOLFE</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="lucy.">SIR WILLIAM LUCY</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="glan.">SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="gar.">SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="may.">Mayor of London</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="woodv.">WOODVILE</role><roleDesc>Lieutenant of the Tower</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="ver.">VERNON</role><roleDesc>of the White-Rose or York faction</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="bas.">BASSET</role><roleDesc>of the Red-Rose or Lancaster faction</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="law.">A Lawyer</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="char.">CHARLES</role><roleDesc>Dauphin, and afterwards King of France</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="reig.">REIGNER</role><roleDesc>Duke of Anjou and titular King of Naples</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="bur.">DUKE OF BURGUNDY</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="alen.">DUKE OF ALENCON</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="bast.">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><roleDesc>Governor of Paris</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="m.-gun.">Master-Gunner of Orleans</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="boy.">his Son</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="gen.">General of the French forces in Bourdeaux</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="serg.">A French Sergeant</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="port.">A Porter</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="shep.">An Old Shepherd</role><roleDesc>father to Joan la Pucelle</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="mar.">MARGARET</role><roleDesc>daughter to Reigner afterwards married to King Henry</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="count.">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</role></castItem>
         <castItem type="role"><role id="puc.">JOAN LA PUCELLE</role><roleDesc>commonly called Joan of Arc</roleDesc></castItem>
         <castGroup><head rend="braced">Mortimer's Keepers</head>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="first-gaol.">First Gaoler</role></castItem>
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         <castGroup>
            <head rend="braced"> minor characters.</head>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="serv.">Servant</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="first-serv.">First Servant</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="sec.-serv.">Second Servant</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="third-serv.">Third Servant</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="watch.">Watch</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role>Lords</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="first-warder.">First Warder of the Tower</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="second-warder.">Second Warder of the Tower</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="leg.">Legate</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="all.">All</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="sent.">Sentinel</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="first-sent.">First Sentinel</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="scout.">Scout</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="off."> Officers</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="cap.">Captain</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="soldiers."> Soldiers</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="sold.">Soldier</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="first-sol.">First Soldier</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="role"><role id="mess."> Messengers</role></castItem>
            <castItem type="list"><roleDesc>Heralds and Attendants</roleDesc></castItem>
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         <castItem type="role"><roleDesc>Fiends appearing to La Pucelle</roleDesc></castItem>
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   <head>ACT I</head>
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<head>SCENE I</head>
<lb n="3" ed="F1"/><stage type="setting">Dead March.</stage>
<lb n="4" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the Fifth, attended on by <lb n="5" ed="F1"/>the DUKE OF BEDFORD, Regent of France; the DUKE <lb n="6" ed="F1"/>OF GLOUCESTER, protector; the DUKE OF EXETER, the EARL OF WARWICK, <lb n="7" ed="F1"/>the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, &amp;c. </stage>
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<lb ed="G"/><lb n="9" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="10" ed="F1"/>Comets, importing change of time and states,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="11" ed="F1"/>Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="12" ed="F1"/>And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="13" ed="F1"/>That have consented unto Henry's death!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="14" ed="F1"/>King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="15" ed="F1"/>England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="16" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>England ne'er had a king until his time.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="17" ed="F1"/>Virtue he had, deserving to command:
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="18" ed="F1"/>His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="19" ed="F1"/>His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="20" ed="F1"/>His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="21" ed="F1"/>More dazzled and drove back his enemies
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="22" ed="F1"/>Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="23" ed="F1"/>What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="24" ed="F1"/>He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="25" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="26" ed="F1"/>Henry is dead and never shall revive:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="27" ed="F1"/>Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="28" ed="F1"/>And death's dishonourable victory
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="29" ed="F1"/>We with our stately presence glorify,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="30" ed="F1"/>Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="31" ed="F1"/>What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="32" ed="F1"/>That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="33" ed="F1"/>Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="34" ed="F1"/>Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="35" ed="F1"/>By magic verses have contrived his end?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="36" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="37" ed="F1"/>Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="38" ed="F1"/>So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="39" ed="F1"/>The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="40" ed="F1"/>The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="41" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>The church! where is it?   <lb n="42" ed="F1"/>Had not churchmen pray'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="43" ed="F1"/>His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="44" ed="F1"/>None do you like but an effeminate prince,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="45" ed="F1"/>Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="46" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="47" ed="F1"/>And lookest to command the prince and realm.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="48" ed="F1"/>Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="49" ed="F1"/>More than God or religious churchmen may.
<lb n="41" ed="G"/><lb n="50" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="51" ed="F1"/>And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="52" ed="F1"/>Except it be to pray against thy foes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="53" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="54" ed="F1"/>Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="55" ed="F1"/>Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="56" ed="F1"/>Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="57" ed="F1"/>Posterity, await for wretched years,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="58" ed="F1"/>When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="59" ed="F1"/>Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="60" ed="F1"/>And none but women left to wail the dead.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="61" ed="F1"/>Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="62" ed="F1"/>Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="63" ed="F1"/>Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="64" ed="F1"/>A far more glorious star thy soul will make
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="65" ed="F1"/>Than Julius C&aelig;sar or bright--
<lb n="66" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">              Enter a Messenger.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="67" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>My honourable lords, health to you all!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="68" ed="F1"/>Sad tidings I bring to you out of France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="69" ed="F1"/>Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="70" ed="F1"/>Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="71" ed="F1"/>Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="72" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="73" ed="F1"/>Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="74" ed="F1"/>Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="75" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="76" ed="F1"/>If Henry were recall'd to life again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="77" ed="F1"/>These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="78" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>How were they lost? what treachery was used?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="79" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>No treachery; but want of men and money.
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="80" ed="F1"/>Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="81" ed="F1"/>That here you maintain several factions,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="82" ed="F1"/>And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="83" ed="F1"/>You are disputing of your generals:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="84" ed="F1"/>One would have lingering wars with little cost;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="85" ed="F1"/>Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="86" ed="F1"/>A third thinks, without expense at all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="87" ed="F1"/>By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="88" ed="F1"/>Awake, awake, English nobility!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="89" ed="F1"/>Let not sloth dim your honours new-begot:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="90" ed="F1"/>Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
<lb n="81" ed="G"/><lb n="91" ed="F1"/>Of England's coat one half is cut away.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="92" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="93" ed="F1"/>These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="94" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="95" ed="F1"/>Give me my steel'd coat. I'll fight for France.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="96" ed="F1"/>Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="97" ed="F1"/>Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="98" ed="F1"/>To weep their intermissive miseries.
<lb n="99" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter to them another Messenger.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="100" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="101" ed="F1"/>France is revolted from the English quite,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="102" ed="F1"/>Except some petty towns of no import:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="103" ed="F1"/>The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="104" ed="F1"/>The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="105" ed="F1"/>Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="106" ed="F1"/>The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="107" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="108" ed="F1"/>O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="109" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="110" ed="F1"/>Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="111" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="112" ed="F1"/>An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="113" ed="F1"/>Wherewith already France is overrun.
<lb n="114" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">          Enter another Messenger.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="115" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="116" ed="F1"/>Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="117" ed="F1"/>I must inform you of a dismal fight
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="118" ed="F1"/>Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="119" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="120" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="121" ed="F1"/>The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="122" ed="F1"/>The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="123" ed="F1"/>Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="124" ed="F1"/>Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="125" ed="F1"/>By three and twenty thousand of the French
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="126" ed="F1"/>Was round encompassed and set upon.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="127" ed="F1"/>No leisure had he to enrank his men;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="128" ed="F1"/>He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="129" ed="F1"/>Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="130" ed="F1"/>They pitched in the ground confusedly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="131" ed="F1"/>To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="132" ed="F1"/>More than three hours had the fight continued;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="133" ed="F1"/>Where valiant Talbot above human thought
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="134" ed="F1"/>Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="135" ed="F1"/>Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="136" ed="F1"/>Here, there, and everywhere, enraged he flew:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="137" ed="F1"/>The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="138" ed="F1"/>All the whole army stood agazed on him:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="139" ed="F1"/>His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="140" ed="F1"/>A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="141" ed="F1"/>And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="142" ed="F1"/>Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="143" ed="F1"/>If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="144" ed="F1"/>He, being in the vaward, placed behind
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="145" ed="F1"/>With purpose to relieve and follow them,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="146" ed="F1"/>Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="147" ed="F1"/>Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="148" ed="F1"/>Enclosed were they with their enemies:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="149" ed="F1"/>A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="150" ed="F1"/>Thrust Talbot with a spear in the back,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="151" ed="F1"/>Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
<lb n="140" ed="G"/><lb n="152" ed="F1"/>Durst not presume to look once in the face.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="153" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Is Talbot slain? then will I slay myself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="154" ed="F1"/>For living idly here in pomp and ease,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="155" ed="F1"/>Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="156" ed="F1"/>Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="157" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="158" ed="F1"/>And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="159" ed="F1"/>Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="160" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
<lb n="149" ed="G"/><lb n="161" ed="F1"/>I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="162" ed="F1"/>His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="163" ed="F1"/>Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="164" ed="F1"/>Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="165" ed="F1"/>Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="166" ed="F1"/>To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="167" ed="F1"/>Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="168" ed="F1"/>Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="169" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="170" ed="F1"/>The English army is grown weak and faint:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="171" ed="F1"/>The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
<lb n="160" ed="G"/><lb n="172" ed="F1"/>And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="173" ed="F1"/>Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="174" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="175" ed="F1"/>Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="176" ed="F1"/>Or bring him in obedience to your yoke,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="177" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>I do remember it; and here take my leave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="178" ed="F1"/>To go about my preparation.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="179" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>I'll go to the tower with all the haste I can,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="180" ed="F1"/>To view the artillery and munition;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="181" ed="F1"/>And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
<lb n="182" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb n="170" ed="G"/><lb n="183" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="184" ed="F1"/>Being ordain'd his special governor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="185" ed="F1"/>And for his safety there I'll best devise.

<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="186" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Each hath his place and function to attend:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="187" ed="F1"/>I am left out; for me nothing remains.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="188" ed="F1"/>But long I will not be Jack out of office:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="189" ed="F1"/>The king from Eltham I intend to steal
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="190" ed="F1"/>And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.

<lb n="191" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="2" type="scene">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<lb n="192" ed="F1"/><stage type="setting">Sound a flourish.</stage>
<lb n="193" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching <lb n="194" ed="F1"/>with drum and Soldiers. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="195" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="196" ed="F1"/>So in the earth, to this day not known:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="197" ed="F1"/>Late did he shine upon the English side;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="198" ed="F1"/>Now we are victors; and upon us he smiles.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="199" ed="F1"/>What towns of any moment but we have?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="200" ed="F1"/>At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="201" ed="F1"/>Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="202" ed="F1"/>Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="203" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="204" ed="F1"/>Either they must be dieted like mules
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="205" ed="F1"/>And have their provender tied to their mouths
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="206" ed="F1"/>Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="207" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="208" ed="F1"/>Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="209" ed="F1"/>Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="210" ed="F1"/>And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="211" ed="F1"/>Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="212" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="213" ed="F1"/>Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="214" ed="F1"/>Him I forgive my death that killeth me
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="215" ed="F1"/>When he sees me go back one foot or fly.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>

<lb n="216" ed="F1"/><stage type="setting">Here alarum; they are beaten back by the
<lb n="217" ed="F1"/>English with great loss.</stage>
<lb n="218" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Re-enter CHARLES,
ALENCON, and REIGNIER.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="219" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Who ever saw the like! what men have I!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="220" ed="F1"/>Dogs! cowards! dastards!   I would ne'er have fled,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="221" ed="F1"/>But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="222" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="223" ed="F1"/>He fighteth as one weary of his life.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="224" ed="F1"/>The other lords, like lions wanting food,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="225" ed="F1"/>Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="226" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="227" ed="F1"/>England all Olivers and Rowlands bred
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="228" ed="F1"/>During the time Edward the Third did reign.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="229" ed="F1"/>More truly now may this be verified;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="230" ed="F1"/>For none but Samsons and Goliases
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="231" ed="F1"/>It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="232" ed="F1"/>Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="233" ed="F1"/>They had such courage and audacity?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="234" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Let's leave this town; <lb n="235" ed="F1"/>for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="236" ed="F1"/>And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="237" ed="F1"/>Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="238" ed="F1"/>The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="239" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>I think, by some odd gimmors or device
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="240" ed="F1"/>Their arms are set like clocks, still to strike on;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="241" ed="F1"/>Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="242" ed="F1"/>By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="243" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>Be it so.
<lb n="244" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter the BASTARD of Orleans.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="245" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news <lb n="246" ed="F1"/>for him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="247" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="248" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="249" ed="F1"/>Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="250" ed="F1"/>Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="251" ed="F1"/>A holy maid hither with me I bring,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="252" ed="F1"/>Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="253" ed="F1"/>Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="254" ed="F1"/>And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="255" ed="F1"/>The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="256" ed="F1"/>Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="257" ed="F1"/>What's past and what's to come she can descry.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="258" ed="F1"/>Speak, shall I call her in?   Believe my words,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="259" ed="F1"/>For they are certain and unfallible.
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="260" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Go, call her in.   <stage type="exit">[Exit Bastard.]</stage> But first, to try her skill.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="261" ed="F1"/>Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="262" ed="F1"/>Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="263" ed="F1"/>By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
<lb n="264" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Re-enter the BASTARD of Orleans, with JOAN LA PUCELLE. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="265" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Fair maid, is't thou who will do these wondrous <lb n="266" ed="F1"/>feats?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="267" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Reignier, is't thou who thinkest to beguile me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="268" ed="F1"/>Where is the Dauphin?   Come, come from behind;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="269" ed="F1"/>I know thee well, though never seen before.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="270" ed="F1"/>Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="271" ed="F1"/>In private will I talk with thee apart.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="272" ed="F1"/>Stand back, thou lords, and give us leave awhile.
<lb n="71" ed="G"/><lb n="273" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="274" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="275" ed="F1"/>My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="276" ed="F1"/>Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="277" ed="F1"/>To shine on my contemptible estate:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="278" ed="F1"/>Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="279" ed="F1"/>And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="280" ed="F1"/>God's mother deigned to appear to me
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="281" ed="F1"/>And in a vision full of majesty
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="282" ed="F1"/>Will'd me to leave my base vocation
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="283" ed="F1"/>And free my country from calamity:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="284" ed="F1"/>Her aid she promised and assured success:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="285" ed="F1"/>In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="286" ed="F1"/>And, whereas I was black and swart before,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="287" ed="F1"/>With those clear rays which she infused on me
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="288" ed="F1"/>That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="289" ed="F1"/>Ask me what question thou canst possible,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="290" ed="F1"/>And I will answer unpremeditated:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="291" ed="F1"/>My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="292" ed="F1"/>And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="293" ed="F1"/>Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="294" ed="F1"/>If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="295" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="296" ed="F1"/>Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="297" ed="F1"/>In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="298" ed="F1"/>And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="299" ed="F1"/>Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="300" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="301" ed="F1"/>Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="302" ed="F1"/>The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's churchyard,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="303" ed="F1"/>Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="304" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="305" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>And while I live I'll ne'er fly from a man.
<lb n="306" ed="F1"/><stage>Here they fight, and Joan La Pucelle overcomes. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="307" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="308" ed="F1"/>And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="309" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Christ's mother helps me, else I were too <lb n="310" ed="F1"/>weak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="311" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="312" ed="F1"/>Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="313" ed="F1"/>My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="314" ed="F1"/>Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="315" ed="F1"/>Let me thy servant and not sovereign be;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="316" ed="F1"/>'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="317" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>I must not yield to any rites of love,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="318" ed="F1"/>For my profession's sacred from above:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="319" ed="F1"/>When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="320" ed="F1"/>Then will I think upon a recompense.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="321" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate <lb n="322" ed="F1"/>thrall.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="323" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="324" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="325" ed="F1"/>Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
<lb n="121" ed="G"/><lb n="326" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no <lb n="327" ed="F1"/>mean?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="328" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>He may mean more than we poor men do know:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="329" ed="F1"/>These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="330" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="331" ed="F1"/>Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="332" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="333" ed="F1"/>Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="334" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>What she says I'll confirm; we'll fight <lb n="335" ed="F1"/>it out.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="336" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="337" ed="F1"/>This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="338" ed="F1"/>Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="339" ed="F1"/>Since I have entered into these wars.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="340" ed="F1"/>Glory is like a circle in the water,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="341" ed="F1"/>Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="342" ed="F1"/>Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="343" ed="F1"/>With Henry's death the English circle ends;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="344" ed="F1"/>Dispersed are the glories it included.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="345" ed="F1"/>Now am I like that proud insulting ship
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="346" ed="F1"/>Which C&aelig;sar and his fortune bare at once.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="347" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
<lb n="141" ed="G"/><lb n="348" ed="F1"/>Thou with an eagle art inspired then,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="349" ed="F1"/>Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="350" ed="F1"/>Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters were like thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="351" ed="F1"/>Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="352" ed="F1"/>How may I reverently worship thee enough?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="353" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>Leave off delays, and let us raise the <lb n="354" ed="F1"/>siege.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="355" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="356" ed="F1"/>Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="357" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
<lb n="150" ed="G"/><lb n="358" ed="F1"/>No prophet will I trust if she prove false.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="3" type="scene">
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">London.  Before the Tower.</stage>
<lb n="359" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter the DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="360" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>I am come to survey the Tower this day:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="361" ed="F1"/>Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="362" ed="F1"/>Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="363" ed="F1"/>Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="364" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-warder."><speaker>First Warder.</speaker><p><stage>[Within]</stage>Who's there that knocks so imperiously?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="365" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-serv."><speaker>First Serv.</speaker><p>It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="366" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="second-warder."><speaker>Second Warder.</speaker><p><stage>[Within]</stage>Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="367" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-serv."><speaker>First Serv.</speaker><p>Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="368" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-warder."><speaker>First Warder.</speaker><p><stage>[Within]</stage>The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="369" ed="F1"/>We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="370" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="371" ed="F1"/>There's none protector of the realm but I.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="372" ed="F1"/>Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="373" ed="F1"/>Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
<lb n="374" ed="F1"/><stage>Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates,
 and Woodvile <lb n="375" ed="F1"/>the Lieutenant speaks within.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="376" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="woodv."><speaker>Woodv.</speaker><p>What noise is this? what traitors have <lb n="377" ed="F1"/>we here?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="378" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="379" ed="F1"/>Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="380" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="woodv."><speaker>Woodv.</speaker><p>Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="381" ed="F1"/>The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="382" ed="F1"/>From him I have express commandment
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="383" ed="F1"/>That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="384" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="385" ed="F1"/>Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="386" ed="F1"/>Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="387" ed="F1"/>Thou art no friend to God or to the king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="388" ed="F1"/>Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="389" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="serv."><speaker>Servingmen.</speaker><p>Open the gates unto the lord protector,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="390" ed="F1"/>Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
<lb n="391" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates
<lb n="392" ed="F1"/>WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="393" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>How now, ambitious Humphrey! what means <lb n="394" ed="F1"/>this?
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="395" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be <lb n="396" ed="F1"/>shut out?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="397" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>I do, thou most usurping proditor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="398" ed="F1"/>And not protector of the king or realm.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="399" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="400" ed="F1"/>Thou that contrivedst to murder our dear lord;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="401" ed="F1"/>Thou that givest whores indulgence to sin:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="402" ed="F1"/>I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="403" ed="F1"/>If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="404" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Nay, stand thou back; I will not budge a foot:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="405" ed="F1"/>This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="406" ed="F1"/>To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="407" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="408" ed="F1"/>Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="409" ed="F1"/>I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="410" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy <lb n="411" ed="F1"/>face.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="412" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="413" ed="F1"/>Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="414" ed="F1"/>Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="415" ed="F1"/>I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="416" ed="F1"/>Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="417" ed="F1"/>In spite of pope or dignities of church,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="418" ed="F1"/>Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="419" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the <lb n="420" ed="F1"/>pope.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="421" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="422" ed="F1"/>Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="423" ed="F1"/>Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="424" ed="F1"/>Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
<lb n="425" ed="F1"/><stage>Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's men,
<lb n="426" ed="F1"/>and enter in the hurly-burly
   the Mayor <lb n="427" ed="F1"/>of London and his Officers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="428" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="may."><speaker>May.</speaker><p>Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="429" ed="F1"/>Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="430" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="431" ed="F1"/>Here's Beaufort, that regards not God nor king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="432" ed="F1"/>Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="433" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="434" ed="F1"/>One that still motions war and never peace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="435" ed="F1"/>O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="436" ed="F1"/>That seeks to overthrow religion,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="437" ed="F1"/>Because he is protector of the realm,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="438" ed="F1"/>And would have armour here out of the Tower,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="439" ed="F1"/>To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="440" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
<lb n="441" ed="F1"/><stage>Here they skirmish again. </stage>
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="442" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="may."><speaker>May.</speaker><p>Nought rests for me in this tumultuous strife
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="443" ed="F1"/>But to make open proclamation:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="444" ed="F1"/>Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst
<lb ed="G"/>Cry.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="445" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="off."><speaker>Off.</speaker><p>All manner of men assembled here
<lb ed="G"/>in arms this day <lb n="446" ed="F1"/>against God's peace and
<lb ed="G"/>the king's, we charge and command <lb n="447" ed="F1"/>you, in his
<lb ed="G"/>highness' name, to repair to your several
<lb ed="G"/>dwelling-places: <lb n="448" ed="F1"/>and not to wear, handle, or
<lb ed="G"/>use any sword, weapon, <lb n="449" ed="F1"/>or dagger, henceforward,
<lb ed="G"/>upon pain of death.
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="450" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="451" ed="F1"/>But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="452" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="453" ed="F1"/>Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="454" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="may."><speaker>May.</speaker><p>I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="455" ed="F1"/>This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="456" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou <lb n="457" ed="F1"/>mayst.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="458" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="459" ed="F1"/>For I intend to have it ere long.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt severally, Gloucester and Winchester with their Serving-men.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="460" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="may."><speaker>May.</speaker><p>See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="461" ed="F1"/>Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="462" ed="F1"/>I myself fight not once in forty year.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="4" type="scene">
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<lb n="463" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and <lb n="464" ed="F1"/>his Boy. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="465" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="m.-gun."><speaker>M. Gun.</speaker><p>Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="466" ed="F1"/>And how the English have the suburbs won.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="467" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="boy."><speaker>Boy.</speaker><p>Father, I know; and oft have shot at them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="468" ed="F1"/>Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="469" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="m.-gun."><speaker>M. Gun.</speaker><p>But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="470" ed="F1"/>Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="471" ed="F1"/>Something I must do to procure me grace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="472" ed="F1"/>The prince's espials have informed me
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="473" ed="F1"/>How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="474" ed="F1"/>Wont through a secret grate of iron bars
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="475" ed="F1"/>In yonder tower to overpeer the city
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="476" ed="F1"/>And thence discover how with most advantage
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="477" ed="F1"/>They may vex us with shot or with assault.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="478" ed="F1"/>To separate this inconvenience,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="479" ed="F1"/>A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="481" ed="F1"/>If I could see them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="480" ed="F1"/>And even these three days have I watch'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="482" ed="F1"/>Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="483" ed="F1"/>If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="484" ed="F1"/>And thou shalt find me at the governor's.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb n="21" ed="G"/><lb n="485" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="boy."><speaker>Boy.</speaker><p>Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="486" ed="F1"/>I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb n="487" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter, on the turrets, the LORDS SALISBURY
   and TALBOT, SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE, SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE, <lb n="488" ed="F1"/>and others.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="489" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="sal."><speaker>Sal.</speaker><p>Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="490" ed="F1"/>How wert thou handled being prisoner?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="491" ed="F1"/>Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="492" ed="F1"/>Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="493" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="494" ed="F1"/>Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="495" ed="F1"/>For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="496" ed="F1"/>But with a baser man of arms by far
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="497" ed="F1"/>Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="498" ed="F1"/>Which I disdaining scorn'd and craved death
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="499" ed="F1"/>Rather than I would be so vile-esteem'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="500" ed="F1"/>In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="501" ed="F1"/>But O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="502" ed="F1"/>Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="503" ed="F1"/>If I now had him brought into my power.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="504" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="sal."><speaker>Sal.</speaker><p>Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert <lb n="505" ed="F1"/>entertain'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="506" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="507" ed="F1"/>In open market-place produced they me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="508" ed="F1"/>To be a public spectacle to all:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="509" ed="F1"/>Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="510" ed="F1"/>The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="511" ed="F1"/>Then broke I from the officers that led me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="512" ed="F1"/>And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="513" ed="F1"/>To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="514" ed="F1"/>My grisly countenance made others fly;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="515" ed="F1"/>None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="516" ed="F1"/>In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="517" ed="F1"/>So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="518" ed="F1"/>That they supposed I could rend bars of steel
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="519" ed="F1"/>And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="520" ed="F1"/>Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="521" ed="F1"/>That walk'd about me every minute while;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="522" ed="F1"/>And if I did but stir out of my bed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="523" ed="F1"/>Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
<lb n="524" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter the Boy with a linstock.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="525" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="sal."><speaker>Sal.</speaker><p>I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="526" ed="F1"/>But we will be revenged sufficiently.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="527" ed="F1"/>Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="528" ed="F1"/>Here, through this grate, I count each one
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="529" ed="F1"/>And view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="530" ed="F1"/>Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="531" ed="F1"/>Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="532" ed="F1"/>Let me have your express opinions
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="533" ed="F1"/>Where is best place to make our battery next.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="534" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="gar."><speaker>Gar.</speaker><p>I think, at the north gate; for there stand <lb n="535" ed="F1"/>lords.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="536" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glan."><speaker>Glan.</speaker><p>And I, here, at the bulwark of the <lb n="537" ed="F1"/>bridge.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="538" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="539" ed="F1"/>Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

<stage>Here they shoot. <lb n="540" ed="F1"/>Salisbury and Gargrave fall.</stage>

<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="541" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="sal."><speaker>Sal.</speaker><p>O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="542" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="gar."><speaker>Gar.</speaker><p>O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="543" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="544" ed="F1"/>Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="545" ed="F1"/>How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="546" ed="F1"/>One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="547" ed="F1"/>Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="548" ed="F1"/>That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="549" ed="F1"/>In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="550" ed="F1"/>Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="551" ed="F1"/>Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="552" ed="F1"/>His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="553" ed="F1"/>Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="554" ed="F1"/>One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="555" ed="F1"/>The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="556" ed="F1"/>Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="557" ed="F1"/>If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="558" ed="F1"/>Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="559" ed="F1"/>Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="560" ed="F1"/>Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="561" ed="F1"/>Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
<lb n="91" ed="G"/><lb n="562" ed="F1"/>Thou shalt not die whiles--
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="563" ed="F1"/>He beckons with his hand and smiles on me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="564" ed="F1"/>As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="565" ed="F1"/>Remember to avenge me on the French.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="566" ed="F1"/>Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="567" ed="F1"/>Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="568" ed="F1"/>Wretched shall France be only in my name.
<lb n="569" ed="F1"/><stage>Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="570" ed="F1"/>What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="571" ed="F1"/>Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?

   <lb n="572" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">               Enter a Messenger.</stage>

<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="573" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="574" ed="F1"/>The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="575" ed="F1"/>A holy prophetess new risen up,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="576" ed="F1"/>Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

<lb n="577" ed="F1"/><stage>Here Salisbury lifteth himself up and groans.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="578" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="579" ed="F1"/>It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="580" ed="F1"/>Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="581" ed="F1"/>Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="582" ed="F1"/>Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="583" ed="F1"/>And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="584" ed="F1"/>Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="585" ed="F1"/>And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
<lb n="586" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Alarum. Exeunt. </stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="5" type="scene">
<head>SCENE V</head>
<lb n="587" ed="F1"/><stage type="setting"> Here an alarum again; and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, <lb n="588" ed="F1"/>and driveth him: </stage> <stage type="entrance">then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, <lb n="589" ed="F1"/>driving Englishmen before her, </stage> <stage type="exit">and exit after them: </stage> <lb n="590" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">then re-enter TALBOT. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="591" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="592" ed="F1"/>Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="593" ed="F1"/>A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
<lb n="594" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">            Re-enter LA PUCELLE.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="595" ed="F1"/>Here, here she comes, I'll have a bout with thee;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="596" ed="F1"/>Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="597" ed="F1"/>Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="598" ed="F1"/>And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="599" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace <lb n="600" ed="F1"/>thee.
<stage>Here they fight. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="601" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="602" ed="F1"/>My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="603" ed="F1"/>And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="604" ed="F1"/>But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.

<lb n="605" ed="F1"/><stage>They fight again.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="606" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="607" ed="F1"/>I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
 <lb n="608" ed="F1"/><stage>A short alarum: then enter the town <lb n="609" ed="F1"/>with soldiers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="610" ed="F1"/>O'ertake me if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="611" ed="F1"/>Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="612" ed="F1"/>Help Salisbury to make his testament:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="613" ed="F1"/>This day is ours, as many more shall be.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="614" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="615" ed="F1"/>I know not where I am, nor what I do:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="616" ed="F1"/>A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="617" ed="F1"/>Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="618" ed="F1"/>So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="619" ed="F1"/>Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="620" ed="F1"/>They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="621" ed="F1"/>Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.

<lb n="622" ed="F1"/><stage>A short alarum.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="623" ed="F1"/>Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="624" ed="F1"/>Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="625" ed="F1"/>Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="626" ed="F1"/>Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="627" ed="F1"/>Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="628" ed="F1"/>As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.

<lb n="629" ed="F1"/><stage>Alarum. Here another skirmish.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="630" ed="F1"/>It will not be: retire into your trenches:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="631" ed="F1"/>You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="632" ed="F1"/>For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="633" ed="F1"/>Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="634" ed="F1"/>In spite of us or aught that we could do.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="635" ed="F1"/>O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="636" ed="F1"/>The shame hereof will make me hide my head.

<lb n="637" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exit TALBOT. <lb n="638" ed="F1"/>Alarum; retreat; flourish.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="6" type="scene">
<head>SCENE VI</head>
<lb n="639" ed="F1"/><stage type="setting">Enter, on the walls, LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, <lb n="640" ed="F1"/>ALENCON, and Soldiers, </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="641" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Advance our waving colours on the walls;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="642" ed="F1"/>Rescued is Orleans from the English:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="643" ed="F1"/>Thus Joan la Pucelle hath performed her word.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="644" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Divinest creature, Astr&aelig;a's daughter,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="645" ed="F1"/>How shall I honour thee for this success?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="646" ed="F1"/>Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="647" ed="F1"/>That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="648" ed="F1"/>France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="649" ed="F1"/>Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="650" ed="F1"/>More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="651" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Why ring not out the bells aloud <lb n="652" ed="F1"/>throughout the town?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="653" ed="F1"/>Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="654" ed="F1"/>And feast and banquet in the open streets,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="655" ed="F1"/>To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="656" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="657" ed="F1"/>When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="658" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="659" ed="F1"/>For which I will divide my crown with her,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="660" ed="F1"/>And all the priests and friars in my realm
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="661" ed="F1"/>Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="662" ed="F1"/>A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="663" ed="F1"/>Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="664" ed="F1"/>In memory of her when she is dead,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="665" ed="F1"/>Her ashes, in an urn more precious
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="666" ed="F1"/>Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="667" ed="F1"/>Transported shall be at high festivals
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="668" ed="F1"/>Before the kings and queens of France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="669" ed="F1"/>No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="670" ed="F1"/>But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="671" ed="F1"/>Come in, and let us banquet royally,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="672" ed="F1"/>After this golden day of victory.

<lb n="673" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Flourish. Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
</div1>
   
<div1 n="2" type="act">
   <head>ACT II</head>
<lb n="674" ed="F1"/>
<div2 n="1" type="scene">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="675" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">    Enter a Sergeant of a band, with two Sentinels.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="676" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="serg."><speaker>Serg.</speaker><p>Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="677" ed="F1"/>If any noise or soldier you perceive
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="678" ed="F1"/>Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="679" ed="F1"/>Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="680" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-sent."><speaker>First Sent.</speaker><p>Sergeant, you shall. <stage>Exit Sergeant.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/>Thus are poor servitors,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="681" ed="F1"/>When others sleep upon their quiet beds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="682" ed="F1"/>Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold.
<lb n="683" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and
   forces, with scaling-ladders, <lb n="684" ed="F1"/>their drums
   beating a <lb n="685" ed="F1"/>dead march. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="686" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="687" ed="F1"/>By whose approach the regions of Artois,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="688" ed="F1"/>Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="689" ed="F1"/>This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="690" ed="F1"/>Having all day caroused and banqueted:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="691" ed="F1"/>Embrace we then this opportunity
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="692" ed="F1"/>As fitting best to quittance their deceit
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="693" ed="F1"/>Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="694" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="695" ed="F1"/>Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="696" ed="F1"/>To join with witches and the help of hell!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="697" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Traitors have never other company.
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="698" ed="F1"/>But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="699" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>A maid, they say.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="700" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>A maid! and be so martial!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="701" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="702" ed="F1"/>If underneath the standard of the French
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="703" ed="F1"/>She carry armour as she hath begun.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="704" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="705" ed="F1"/>God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="706" ed="F1"/>Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="707" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="708" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Not all together: better far, I guess,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="709" ed="F1"/>That we do make our entrance several ways;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="710" ed="F1"/>That, if it chance that one of us do fail,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="711" ed="F1"/>The other yet may rise against their force.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="712" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Agreed: I'll to yond corner.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="713" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>And I to this.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="714" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="715" ed="F1"/>Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="716" ed="F1"/>Of English Henry, shall this night appear
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="717" ed="F1"/>How much in duty I am bound to both.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="718" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="sent."><speaker>Sent.</speaker><p>Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!
<lb n="719" ed="F1"/><stage>[Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.'
<lb n="720" ed="F1"/>The French leap over the walls in their shirts.</stage>
<stage type="entrance">Enter, <lb n="721" ed="F1"/>several ways, the BASTARD of Orleans, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, <lb n="722" ed="F1"/>half ready,
   and half unready.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="723" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>How now, my lords! what, all unready so?
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="724" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="725" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="726" ed="F1"/>Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="727" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="728" ed="F1"/>Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="729" ed="F1"/>More venturous or desperate than this.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="730" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="731" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="732" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
<lb n="733" ed="F1"/>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="734" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
<stage type="entrance"> Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE. </stage>

<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="735" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="736" ed="F1"/>Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="737" ed="F1"/>Make us partakers of a little gain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="738" ed="F1"/>That now our loss might be ten times so much?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="739" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="740" ed="F1"/>At all times will you have my power alike?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="741" ed="F1"/>Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="742" ed="F1"/>Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="743" ed="F1"/>Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="744" ed="F1"/>This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="745" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="746" ed="F1"/>That, being captain of the watch to-night,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="747" ed="F1"/>Did look no better to that weighty charge.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="748" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>Had all your quarters been as safely kept
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="749" ed="F1"/>As that whereof I had the government,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="750" ed="F1"/>We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="751" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>Mine was secure.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="752" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>And so was mine, my lord.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="753" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>And, for myself, most part of all this night,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="754" ed="F1"/>Within her quarter and mine own precinct
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="755" ed="F1"/>I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="756" ed="F1"/>About relieving of the sentinels:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="757" ed="F1"/>Then how or which way should they first break in?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="758" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Question, my lords, no further of the case,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="759" ed="F1"/>How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="760" ed="F1"/>But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="761" ed="F1"/>And now there rests no other shift than this;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="762" ed="F1"/>To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="763" ed="F1"/>And lay new platforms to endamage them.
<lb n="764" ed="F1"/>
<lb n="765" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying
'A Talbot! a Talbot!'</stage>
<lb n="766" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit"> They fly, leaving
   their clothes behind. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="767" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="sold."><speaker>Sold.</speaker><p>I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="768" ed="F1"/>The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="769" ed="F1"/>For I have loaden me with many spoils,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="770" ed="F1"/>Using no other weapon but his name.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="2" type="scene">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="771" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">   Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="772" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>The day begins to break, and night is fled,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="773" ed="F1"/>Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="774" ed="F1"/>Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.

<stage>Retreat sounded.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="775" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="776" ed="F1"/>And here advance it in the market-place,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="777" ed="F1"/>The middle centre of this cursed town.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="778" ed="F1"/>Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="779" ed="F1"/>For every drop of blood was drawn from him
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="780" ed="F1"/>There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="781" ed="F1"/>And that hereafter ages may behold
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="782" ed="F1"/>What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="783" ed="F1"/>Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="784" ed="F1"/>A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="785" ed="F1"/>Upon the which, that every one may read,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="786" ed="F1"/>Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="787" ed="F1"/>The treacherous manner of his mournful death
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="788" ed="F1"/>And what a terror he had been to France.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="789" ed="F1"/>But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="790" ed="F1"/>I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="791" ed="F1"/>His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
<lb n="21" ed="G"/><lb n="792" ed="F1"/>Nor any of his false confederates.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="793" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="794" ed="F1"/>Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="795" ed="F1"/>They did amongst the troops of armed men
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="796" ed="F1"/>Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="797" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Myself, as far as I could well discern
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="798" ed="F1"/>For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="799" ed="F1"/>Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="800" ed="F1"/>When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="801" ed="F1"/>Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="802" ed="F1"/>That could not live asunder day or night.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="803" ed="F1"/>After that things are set in order here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="804" ed="F1"/>We'll follow them with all the power we have.
<lb n="805" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">              Enter a Messenger.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="806" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>All hail, my lords!   Which of this princely train
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="807" ed="F1"/>Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="808" ed="F1"/>So much applauded   through the realm   of France?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="809" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="810" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="811" ed="F1"/>With modesty admiring thy renown,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="812" ed="F1"/>By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="813" ed="F1"/>To visit her poor castle where she lies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="814" ed="F1"/>That she may boast she hath beheld the man
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="815" ed="F1"/>Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="816" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Is it even so?   Nay, then, I see our wars
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="817" ed="F1"/>Will turn into a peaceful comic sport,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="818" ed="F1"/>When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="819" ed="F1"/>You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="820" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Ne'er trust me, then; for when a world of men
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="821" ed="F1"/>Could not prevail with all their oratory,
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="822" ed="F1"/>Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="823" ed="F1"/>And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="824" ed="F1"/>And in submission will attend on her.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="825" ed="F1"/>Will not your honours bear me company?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="826" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>No, truly; it is more than manners will:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="827" ed="F1"/>And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="828" ed="F1"/>Are often welcomest when they are gone.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="829" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="830" ed="F1"/>I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="831" ed="F1"/>Come hither, captain. <stage>Whispers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/>You perceive my mind?
<lb n="832" ed="F1"/>
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="833" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="cap."><speaker>Cap.</speaker><p> I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
<lb n="834" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt. </stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
<div2 n="3" type="scene">
   
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="835" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">    Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="836" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="837" ed="F1"/>And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="838" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="port."><speaker>Port.</speaker><p>Madam, I will.
<stage type="-exit">Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="839" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="840" ed="F1"/>I shall as famous be by this exploit
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="841" ed="F1"/>As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="842" ed="F1"/>Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="843" ed="F1"/>And his achievements of no less account:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="844" ed="F1"/>Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="845" ed="F1"/>To give their censure of these rare reports.
<lb n="846" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">         Enter Messenger and TALBOT.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="847" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>Madam,
<lb ed="G"/>According as your ladyship desired,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="848" ed="F1"/>By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="849" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="850" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>Madam, it is.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="851" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>Is this the scourge of France?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="852" ed="F1"/>Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="853" ed="F1"/>That with his name the mothers still their babes?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="854" ed="F1"/>I see report is fabulous and false:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="855" ed="F1"/>I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="856" ed="F1"/>A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="857" ed="F1"/>And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="858" ed="F1"/>Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="859" ed="F1"/>It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="860" ed="F1"/>Should strike such terror to his enemies.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="861" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="862" ed="F1"/>But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="863" ed="F1"/>I'll sort some other time to visit you.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="864" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>What means he now?   <lb n="865" ed="F1"/>Go ask him whither he goes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="866" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="867" ed="F1"/>To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="868" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Marry, for that she's in wrong belief,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="869" ed="F1"/>I go to certify her Talbot's here.
<lb n="870" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">          Re-enter Porter with keys.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="871" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="872" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Prisoner! to whom?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="873" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>To me, blood-thirsty lord;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="874" ed="F1"/>And for that cause I train'd thee to my house.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="875" ed="F1"/>Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="876" ed="F1"/>For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="877" ed="F1"/>But now the substance shall endure the like,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="878" ed="F1"/>And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="879" ed="F1"/>Thou hast by tyranny these many years
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="880" ed="F1"/>Wasted our country, slain our citizens
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="881" ed="F1"/>And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="882" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Ha, ha, ha!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="883" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>Laughest thou, wretch? <lb n="884" ed="F1"/>thy mirth shall turn to moan.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="885" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="886" ed="F1"/>To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="887" ed="F1"/>Whereon to practise your severity.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="888" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>Why, art not thou the man?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="889" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>I am indeed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="890" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>Then have I substance too.
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="891" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="892" ed="F1"/>You are deceived, my substance is not here;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="893" ed="F1"/>For what you see is but the smallest part
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="894" ed="F1"/>And least proportion of humanity:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="895" ed="F1"/>I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="896" ed="F1"/>It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="897" ed="F1"/>Your roof were not sufficient to contain 't.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="898" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="899" ed="F1"/>He will be here, and yet he is not here:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="900" ed="F1"/>How can these contrarieties agree?
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="901" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>That will I show you presently.
<lb n="902" ed="F1"/><stage>Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a
peal <lb n="903" ed="F1"/>of ordnance. Enter Soldiers. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="904" ed="F1"/>How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="905" ed="F1"/>That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="906" ed="F1"/>These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="907" ed="F1"/>With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="908" ed="F1"/>Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="909" ed="F1"/>And in a moment makes them desolate.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="910" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="911" ed="F1"/>I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="912" ed="F1"/>And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="913" ed="F1"/>Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="914" ed="F1"/>For I am sorry that with reverence
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="915" ed="F1"/>I did not entertain thee as thou art.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="916" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="917" ed="F1"/>The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="918" ed="F1"/>The outward composition of his body.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="919" ed="F1"/>What you have done hath not offended me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="920" ed="F1"/>Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="921" ed="F1"/>But only, with your patience, that we may
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="922" ed="F1"/>Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="923" ed="F1"/>For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
<lb n="81" ed="G"/><lb n="924" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="count."><speaker>Count.</speaker><p>With all my heart, and think me honoured
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="925" ed="F1"/>To feast so great a warrior in my house.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="4" type="scene">
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="926" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter the EARLS OF SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer.</stage>
<lb n="927" ed="F1"/>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="928" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Great lords and gentlemen, <lb n="929" ed="F1"/>what means this silence?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="930" ed="F1"/>Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="931" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="932" ed="F1"/>The garden here is more convenient.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="933" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="934" ed="F1"/>Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="935" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="936" ed="F1"/>And never yet could frame my will to it;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="937" ed="F1"/>And therefore frame the law unto my will.
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="938" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between <lb n="939" ed="F1"/>us.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="940" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="941" ed="F1"/>Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="942" ed="F1"/>Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="943" ed="F1"/>Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="944" ed="F1"/>Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="945" ed="F1"/>I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="946" ed="F1"/>But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="947" ed="F1"/>Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="948" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="949" ed="F1"/>The truth appears so naked on my side
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="950" ed="F1"/>That any purblind eye may find it out.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="951" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="952" ed="F1"/>So clear, so shining and so evident
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="953" ed="F1"/>That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="954" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="955" ed="F1"/>In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="956" ed="F1"/>Let him that is a true-born gentleman
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="957" ed="F1"/>And stands upon the honour of his birth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="958" ed="F1"/>If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="959" ed="F1"/>From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="960" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="961" ed="F1"/>But dare maintain the party of the truth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="962" ed="F1"/>Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="963" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>I love no colours, and without all colour
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="964" ed="F1"/>Of base insinuating flattery
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="965" ed="F1"/>I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="966" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="967" ed="F1"/>And say withal I think he held the right.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="968" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="969" ed="F1"/>Till you conclude that he upon whose side
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="970" ed="F1"/>The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="971" ed="F1"/>Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="972" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="973" ed="F1"/>If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="974" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>And I.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="975" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>Then for the truth and plainness of the case,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="976" ed="F1"/>I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="977" ed="F1"/>Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="978" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="979" ed="F1"/>Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="980" ed="F1"/>And fall on my side so, against your will.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="981" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="982" ed="F1"/>Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="983" ed="F1"/>And keep me on the side where still I am.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="984" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Well, well, come on: who else?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="985" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="law."><speaker>Law.</speaker><p>Unless my study and my books be false,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="986" ed="F1"/>The argument you held was wrong in you;

<stage>[To Somerset.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="987" ed="F1"/>In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="988" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="989" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Here in my scabbard, meditating that
<lb n="61" ed="G"/><lb n="990" ed="F1"/>Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="991" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="992" ed="F1"/>For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="993" ed="F1"/>The truth on our side.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="994" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>No, Plantagenet,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="995" ed="F1"/>'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="996" ed="F1"/>Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="997" ed="F1"/>And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="998" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="999" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="1000" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1001" ed="F1"/>Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1002" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1003" ed="F1"/>That shall maintain what I have said is true,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1004" ed="F1"/>Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1005" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1006" ed="F1"/>I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1007" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1008" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and <lb n="1009" ed="F1"/>thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1010" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="1011" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Away, away, good William de la Pole!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1012" ed="F1"/>We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1013" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Now, by God's will, thou wrongst him, Somerset;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1014" ed="F1"/>His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1015" ed="F1"/>Third son to the third Edward King of England:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1016" ed="F1"/>Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1017" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>He bears him on the place's privilege,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1018" ed="F1"/>Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1019" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1020" ed="F1"/>On any plot of ground in Christendom.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1021" ed="F1"/>Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
<lb n="91" ed="G"/><lb n="1022" ed="F1"/>For treason executed in our late king's days?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1023" ed="F1"/>And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1024" ed="F1"/>Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1025" ed="F1"/>His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1026" ed="F1"/>And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1027" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>My father was attached, not attainted,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1028" ed="F1"/>Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1029" ed="F1"/>And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1030" ed="F1"/>Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="1031" ed="F1"/>For your partaker Pole and you yourself
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1032" ed="F1"/>I'll note you in my book of memory,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1033" ed="F1"/>To scourge you for this apprehension:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1034" ed="F1"/>Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1035" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1036" ed="F1"/>And know us by these colours for thy foes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1037" ed="F1"/>For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1038" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1039" ed="F1"/>As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1040" ed="F1"/>Will I for ever and my faction wear,
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="1041" ed="F1"/>Until it wither with me to my grave.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1042" ed="F1"/>Or flourish to the height of my degree.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1043" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1044" ed="F1"/>And so farewell until I meet thee next.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1045" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious <lb n="1046" ed="F1"/>Richard.
<stage type="exit">Exit. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1047" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>How I am braved and must perforce endure <lb n="1048" ed="F1"/>it!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1049" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>This blot that they object against your house
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1050" ed="F1"/>Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1051" ed="F1"/>Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1052" ed="F1"/>And if thou be not then created York,
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="1053" ed="F1"/>I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1054" ed="F1"/>Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1055" ed="F1"/>Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1056" ed="F1"/>Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1057" ed="F1"/>And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1058" ed="F1"/>Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1059" ed="F1"/>Shall send between the red rose and the white
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1060" ed="F1"/>A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1061" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1062" ed="F1"/>That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="1063" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>In your behalf still will I wear the same.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1064" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="law."><speaker>Law.</speaker><p>And so will I.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1065" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Thanks, gentle sir.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1066" ed="F1"/>Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1067" ed="F1"/>This quarrel will drink blood another day.

<lb n="1068" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="5" type="scene">
<head>SCENE V</head>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="1069" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">   Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, <lb n="1070" ed="F1"/>and Gaolers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1071" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="mor."><speaker>Mor.</speaker><p>Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1072" ed="F1"/>Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1073" ed="F1"/>Even like a man new haled from the rack,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1074" ed="F1"/>So fare my limbs with long imprisonment;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1075" ed="F1"/>And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1076" ed="F1"/>Nestor-like aged in an age of care,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1077" ed="F1"/>Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1078" ed="F1"/>These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1079" ed="F1"/>Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1080" ed="F1"/>Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1081" ed="F1"/>And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1082" ed="F1"/>That droops his sapless branches to the ground:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1083" ed="F1"/>Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1084" ed="F1"/>Unable to support this lump of clay,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1085" ed="F1"/>Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1086" ed="F1"/>As witting I no other comfort have.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1087" ed="F1"/>But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1088" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-gaol."><speaker>First Gaol.</speaker><p>Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1089" ed="F1"/>We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1090" ed="F1"/>And answer was return'd that he will come.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1091" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mor."><speaker>Mor.</speaker><p>Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1092" ed="F1"/>Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1093" ed="F1"/>Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1094" ed="F1"/>Before whose glory I was great in arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1095" ed="F1"/>This loathsome sequestration have I had;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1096" ed="F1"/>And even since then hath Richard been obscured,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1097" ed="F1"/>Deprived of honour and inheritance.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1098" ed="F1"/>But now the arbitrator of despairs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1099" ed="F1"/>Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1100" ed="F1"/>With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1101" ed="F1"/>I would his troubles likewise were expired,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1102" ed="F1"/>That so he might recover what was lost.
<lb n="1103" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1104" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-gaol."><speaker>First Gaol.</speaker><p>My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1105" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mor."><speaker>Mor.</speaker><p>Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1106" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1107" ed="F1"/>Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1108" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mor."><speaker>Mor.</speaker><p>Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1109" ed="F1"/>And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1110" ed="F1"/>O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="1111" ed="F1"/>That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1112" ed="F1"/>And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1113" ed="F1"/>Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1114" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1115" ed="F1"/>And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1116" ed="F1"/>This day, in argument upon a case,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1117" ed="F1"/>Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1118" ed="F1"/>Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1119" ed="F1"/>And did upbraid me with my, father's death:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1120" ed="F1"/>Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="1121" ed="F1"/>Else with the like I had requited him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1122" ed="F1"/>Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1123" ed="F1"/>In honour of a true Plantagenet
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1124" ed="F1"/>And for alliance sake, declare the cause
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1125" ed="F1"/>My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1126" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mor."><speaker>Mor.</speaker><p>That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1127" ed="F1"/>And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1128" ed="F1"/>Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1129" ed="F1"/>Was cursed instrument of his decease.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1130" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Discover more at large what cause that was,
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="1131" ed="F1"/>For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1132" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mor."><speaker>Mor.</speaker><p>I will, if that my fading breath permit
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1133" ed="F1"/>and death approach not ere my tale be done.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1134" ed="F1"/>Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1135" ed="F1"/>Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1136" ed="F1"/>The first-begotten and the lawful heir
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1137" ed="F1"/>Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1138" ed="F1"/>During whose reign the Percies of the north,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1139" ed="F1"/>Finding his usurpation most unjust,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1140" ed="F1"/>Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1141" ed="F1"/>The reason moved these warlike lords to this
<lb n="71" ed="G"/><lb n="1142" ed="F1"/>Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1143" ed="F1"/>Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1144" ed="F1"/>I was the next by birth and parentage;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1145" ed="F1"/>For by my mother I derived am
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1146" ed="F1"/>From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1147" ed="F1"/>To King Edward the Third; whereas he
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1148" ed="F1"/>From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1149" ed="F1"/>Being but fourth of that heroic line.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1150" ed="F1"/>But mark: as in this haughty great attempt
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="1151" ed="F1"/>They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1152" ed="F1"/>I lost my liberty and they their lives.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1153" ed="F1"/>Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1154" ed="F1"/>Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1155" ed="F1"/>Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1156" ed="F1"/>From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1157" ed="F1"/>Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1158" ed="F1"/>Again in pity of my hard distress
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1159" ed="F1"/>Levied an army, weening to redeem
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1160" ed="F1"/>And have install'd me in the diadem:
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="1161" ed="F1"/>But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1162" ed="F1"/>And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1163" ed="F1"/>In whom the title rested, were suppress'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1164" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1165" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mor."><speaker>Mor.</speaker><p>True; and thou seest that I no issue have
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1166" ed="F1"/>And that my fainting words do warrant death:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1167" ed="F1"/>Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1168" ed="F1"/>But yet be wary in thy studious care.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1169" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1170" ed="F1"/>But yet, methinks, my father's execution
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="1171" ed="F1"/>Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1172" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mor."><speaker>Mor.</speaker><p>With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1173" ed="F1"/>Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1174" ed="F1"/>And like a mountain, not to be removed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1175" ed="F1"/>But now thy uncle is removing hence;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1176" ed="F1"/>As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1177" ed="F1"/>With long continuance in a settled place.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1178" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>O, uncle, would some part of my young years
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1179" ed="F1"/>Might but redeem the passage of your age!
<lb n="109" ed="G"/><lb n="1180" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mor."><speaker>Mor.</speaker><p>Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1181" ed="F1"/>Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1182" ed="F1"/>Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1183" ed="F1"/>Only give order for my funeral:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1184" ed="F1"/>And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1185" ed="F1"/>And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!

<stage>Dies.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1186" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1187" ed="F1"/>In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1188" ed="F1"/>And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1189" ed="F1"/>Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1190" ed="F1"/>And what I do imagine let that rest.
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="1191" ed="F1"/>Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1192" ed="F1"/>Will see his burial better than his life.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body
of Mortimer.</stage>
   
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1193" ed="F1"/>Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1194" ed="F1"/>Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1195" ed="F1"/>And for these wrongs, those bitter injuries,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1196" ed="F1"/>Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1197" ed="F1"/>I doubt not but with honour to redress;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1198" ed="F1"/>And therefore haste I to the parliament,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1199" ed="F1"/>Either to be restored to my blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1200" ed="F1"/>Or make my ill the advantage of my good.

<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
</div1>
   
<div1 n="3" type="act">
   <head>ACT III</head>
<lb n="1201" ed="F1"/>
<div2 n="1" type="scene">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<lb n="1202" ed="F1"/><stage type="setting"> Flourish. Enter KING, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, <lb n="1203" ed="F1"/>SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOUCESTER offers <lb n="1204" ed="F1"/>to put up a bill; WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1205" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1206" ed="F1"/>With written pamphlets studiously devised,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1207" ed="F1"/>Humphrey of Gloucester?   If thou canst accuse,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1208" ed="F1"/>Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1209" ed="F1"/>Do it without invention, suddenly;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1210" ed="F1"/>As I with sudden and extemporal speech
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1211" ed="F1"/>Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1212" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1213" ed="F1"/>Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1214" ed="F1"/>Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1215" ed="F1"/>The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1216" ed="F1"/>That therefore I have forged, or am not able
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1217" ed="F1"/>Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1218" ed="F1"/>No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1219" ed="F1"/>Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1220" ed="F1"/>As very infants prattle of thy pride.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1221" ed="F1"/>Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1222" ed="F1"/>Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1223" ed="F1"/>Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1224" ed="F1"/>A man of thy profession and degree;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1225" ed="F1"/>And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1226" ed="F1"/>In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1227" ed="F1"/>As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1228" ed="F1"/>Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1229" ed="F1"/>The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1230" ed="F1"/>From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1231" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1232" ed="F1"/>To give me hearing what I shall reply.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1233" ed="F1"/>If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1234" ed="F1"/>As he will have me, how am I so poor?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1235" ed="F1"/>Or how haps it I seek not to advance
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1236" ed="F1"/>Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1237" ed="F1"/>And for dissension, who preferreth peace
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1238" ed="F1"/>More than I do?--except I be provoked.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1239" ed="F1"/>No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1240" ed="F1"/>It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1241" ed="F1"/>It is, because no one should sway but he;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1242" ed="F1"/>No one but he should be about the king;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1243" ed="F1"/>And that engenders thunder in his breast
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1244" ed="F1"/>And makes him roar these accusations forth.
<lb n="41" ed="G"/><lb n="1245" ed="F1"/>But he shall know I am as good--
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1246" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>As good!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1247" ed="F1"/>Thou bastard of my grandfather!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1248" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1249" ed="F1"/>But one imperious in another's throne?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1250" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Am I not protector, saucy priest?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1251" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>And am not I a prelate of the church?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1252" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1253" ed="F1"/>And useth it to patronage his theft.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1254" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Unreverent Gloster!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1255" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Thou art reverent
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1256" ed="F1"/>Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
<lb n="51" ed="G"/><lb n="1257" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Rome shall remedy this.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1258" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Roam thither, then.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1259" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1260" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1261" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Methinks my lord should be religious
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1262" ed="F1"/>And know the office that belongs to such.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1263" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1264" ed="F1"/>It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1265" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1266" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="1267" ed="F1"/>Is not his grace protector to the king?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1268" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p><stage>Aside</stage>Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1269" ed="F1"/>Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1270" ed="F1"/>Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1271" ed="F1"/>Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1272" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1273" ed="F1"/>The special watchmen of our English weal,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1274" ed="F1"/>I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1275" ed="F1"/>To join your hearts in love and amity.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1276" ed="F1"/>O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1277" ed="F1"/>That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1278" ed="F1"/>Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1279" ed="F1"/>Civil dissension is a viperous worm
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1280" ed="F1"/>That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
<lb n="1281" ed="F1"/><stage>A noise within, 'Down with the <lb n="1282" ed="F1"/>tawny-coats!'</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1283" ed="F1"/>What tumult's this?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1284" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>An uproar, I dare warrant,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1285" ed="F1"/>Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
<lb n="1286" ed="F1"/><stage>A noise again, 'Stones! Stones!'</stage>

<lb n="1287" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">                  Enter Mayor.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1288" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="may."><speaker>May.</speaker><p>O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1289" ed="F1"/>Pity the city of London, pity us!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1290" ed="F1"/>The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1291" ed="F1"/>Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1292" ed="F1"/>Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1293" ed="F1"/>And banding themselves in contrary parts
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1294" ed="F1"/>Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1295" ed="F1"/>That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1296" ed="F1"/>Our windows are broke down in every street
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1297" ed="F1"/>And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.
<lb n="1298" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with Bloody</stage>
                      pates.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1299" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1300" ed="F1"/>To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1301" ed="F1"/>Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="1302" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-serv."><speaker>First Serv.</speaker><p>Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we'll fall <lb n="1303" ed="F1"/>to it with our teeth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1304" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="sec.-serv."><speaker>Sec. Serv.</speaker><p>Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
<lb n="1305" ed="F1"/><stage>Skirmish again. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1306" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>You of my household, leave this peevish broil
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1307" ed="F1"/>And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1308" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="third-serv."><speaker>Third Serv.</speaker><p>My lord, we know your grace to be a man
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1309" ed="F1"/>Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1310" ed="F1"/>Inferior to none but to his majesty:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1311" ed="F1"/>And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1312" ed="F1"/>So kind a father of the commonweal,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1313" ed="F1"/>To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1314" ed="F1"/>We and our wives and children all will fight
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1315" ed="F1"/>And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1316" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-serv."><speaker>First Serv.</speaker><p>Ay, and the very parings of our nails
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1317" ed="F1"/>Shall pitch a field when we are dead.

<lb n="1318" ed="F1"/><stage>Begin again.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1319" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Stay, stay, I say!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1320" ed="F1"/>And if you love me, as you say you do,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1321" ed="F1"/>Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1322" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>O, how this discord doth afflict my soul
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1323" ed="F1"/>Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1324" ed="F1"/>My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1325" ed="F1"/>Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="1326" ed="F1"/>Or who should study to prefer a peace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1327" ed="F1"/>If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1328" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1329" ed="F1"/>Except you mean with obstinate repulse
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1330" ed="F1"/>To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1331" ed="F1"/>You see what mischief and what murder too
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1332" ed="F1"/>Hath been enacted through your enmity;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1333" ed="F1"/>Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1334" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>He shall submit, or I will never yield.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1335" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="1336" ed="F1"/>Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1337" ed="F1"/>Should ever get that privilege of me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1338" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1339" ed="F1"/>Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1340" ed="F1"/>As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1341" ed="F1"/>Why look you still so stern and tragical?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1342" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1343" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Fie, uncle Beaufort!   I have heard you preach
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1344" ed="F1"/>That malice was a great and grievous sin;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1345" ed="F1"/>And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="1346" ed="F1"/>But prove a chief offender in the same?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1347" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1348" ed="F1"/>For shame, my Lord of Winchester, relent!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1349" ed="F1"/>What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1350" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1351" ed="F1"/>Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1352" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><stage>[Aside]</stage><p>Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1353" ed="F1"/>See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1354" ed="F1"/>This token serveth for a flag of truce
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1355" ed="F1"/>Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
<lb n="140" ed="G"/><lb n="1356" ed="F1"/>So help me God. as I dissemble not!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1357" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><stage>[Aside]</stage><p>So help me God, as I intend it not!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1358" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>O loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1359" ed="F1"/>How joyful am I made by this contract!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1360" ed="F1"/>Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1361" ed="F1"/>But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1362" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-serv."><speaker>First Serv.</speaker><p>Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1363" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="sec.-serv."><speaker>Sec. Serv.</speaker><p>And so will I.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1364" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="third-serv."><speaker>Third Serv.</speaker><p>And I will see what physic the tavern <lb n="1365" ed="F1"/>affords.
<stage>[Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, &amp;c.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1366" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1367" ed="F1"/>Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
<lb n="151" ed="G"/><lb n="1368" ed="F1"/>We do exhibit to your majesty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1369" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: for, sweet prince,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1370" ed="F1"/>An if your grace mark every circumstance,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1371" ed="F1"/>You have great reason to do Richard right;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1372" ed="F1"/>Especially for those occasions
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1373" ed="F1"/>At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1374" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1375" ed="F1"/>Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
<lb n="159" ed="G"/><lb n="1376" ed="F1"/>That Richard be restored to his blood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1377" ed="F1"/></p></sp> 
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Let Richard be restored to his blood;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1378" ed="F1"/>So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1379" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1380" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>If Richard will be true, not that alone
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1381" ed="F1"/>But all the whole inheritance I give
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1382" ed="F1"/>That doth belong unto the house of York,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1383" ed="F1"/>From whence you spring by lineal descent.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1384" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>Thy humble servant vows obedience
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1385" ed="F1"/>And humble service till the point of death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1386" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
<lb n="170" ed="G"/><lb n="1387" ed="F1"/>And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1388" ed="F1"/>I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1389" ed="F1"/>Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1390" ed="F1"/>And rise created princely Duke of York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1391" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="plan."><speaker>Plan.</speaker><p>And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1392" ed="F1"/>And as my duty springs, so perish they
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1393" ed="F1"/>That grudge one thought against your majesty!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1394" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="all."><speaker>All.</speaker><p>Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1395" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside]</stage>Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1396" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Now will it best avail your majesty
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1397" ed="F1"/>To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
<lb n="181" ed="G"/><lb n="1398" ed="F1"/>The presence of a king engenders love
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1399" ed="F1"/>Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1400" ed="F1"/>As it disanimates his enemies.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1401" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>When Gloucester says the word. King Henry goes;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1402" ed="F1"/>For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1403" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Your ships already are in readiness.
<lb n="1404" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt <lb n="1405" ed="F1"/>all but Exeter.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1406" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>Ay, we may march in England or in France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1407" ed="F1"/>Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1408" ed="F1"/>This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
<lb n="190" ed="G"/><lb n="1409" ed="F1"/>Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1410" ed="F1"/>And will at last break out into a flame:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1411" ed="F1"/>As fester'd members rot but by degree,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1412" ed="F1"/>Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1413" ed="F1"/>So will this base and envious discord breed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1414" ed="F1"/>And now I fear that fatal prophecy
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1415" ed="F1"/>Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1416" ed="F1"/>Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1417" ed="F1"/>That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1418" ed="F1"/>And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
<lb n="200" ed="G"/><lb n="1419" ed="F1"/>Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1420" ed="F1"/>His days may finish ere that hapless time.

<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="2" type="scene">
   <head>SCENE II</head><lb n="1421" ed="F1"/>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="1422" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">   Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers with <lb n="1423" ed="F1"/>sacks upon their backs.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1424" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1425" ed="F1"/>Through which our policy must make a breach:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1426" ed="F1"/>Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1427" ed="F1"/>Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1428" ed="F1"/>That come to gather money for their corn.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1429" ed="F1"/>If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1430" ed="F1"/>And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1431" ed="F1"/>I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1432" ed="F1"/>That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1433" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="first-sol."><speaker>First Sol.</speaker><p>Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1434" ed="F1"/>And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1435" ed="F1"/>Therefore we'll knock.
<stage>Knocks.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1436" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="watch."><speaker>Watch.</speaker><p><stage>Within</stage>Qui est l&agrave;?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1437" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Paysans, pauvres gens de France;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1438" ed="F1"/>Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1439" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="watch."><speaker>Watch.</speaker><p>Enter, go in; the market bell is rung.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1440" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the <lb n="1441" ed="F1"/>ground.
<stage>Exeunt. </stage>
<lb n="1442" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">   Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD of Orleans, ALENCON, REIGNIER, and forces. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1443" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1444" ed="F1"/>And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1445" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1446" ed="F1"/>Now she is there, how will she specify
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1447" ed="F1"/>Where is the best and safest passage in?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1448" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1449" ed="F1"/>Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1450" ed="F1"/>No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
<lb n="1451" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out
                a <lb n="1452" ed="F1"/>torch burning.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1453" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1454" ed="F1"/>That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1455" ed="F1"/>But burning fatal to the Talbotites!
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1456" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1457" ed="F1"/>The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1458" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1459" ed="F1"/>A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1460" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1461" ed="F1"/>Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1462" ed="F1"/>And then do execution on the watch.
<stage type="exit">Alarum. Exeunt.</stage>
<lb n="1463" ed="F1"/><stage>An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1464" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1465" ed="F1"/>If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1466" ed="F1"/>Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1467" ed="F1"/>Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1468" ed="F1"/>That hardly we escaped the pride of France.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb n="1469" ed="F1"/><stage>An alarum: excursions.   BEDFORD, brought
<lb n="1470" ed="F1"/>in sick in a chair.</stage>
<lb n="1471" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter TALBOT and BURGUNDY without:
within LA PUCELLE, <lb n="1472" ed="F1"/>CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, on the walls.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1473" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1474" ed="F1"/>I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1475" ed="F1"/>Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1476" ed="F1"/>'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1477" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1478" ed="F1"/>I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1479" ed="F1"/>And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1480" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Your grace may starve perhaps before that <lb n="1481" ed="F1"/>time.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1482" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this <lb n="1483" ed="F1"/>treason!
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="1484" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>What will you do, good grey-beard? <lb n="1485" ed="F1"/>break a lance,
<lb ed="G"/>And run a tilt at death <lb n="1486" ed="F1"/>within a chair?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1487" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1488" ed="F1"/>Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1489" ed="F1"/>Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1490" ed="F1"/>And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1491" ed="F1"/>Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1492" ed="F1"/>Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1493" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1494" ed="F1"/>If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
<lb n="1495" ed="F1"/><stage>[The English whisper together in council.</stage>
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="1496" ed="F1"/>God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1497" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1498" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1499" ed="F1"/>To try if that our own be ours or no.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1500" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>I speak not to that railing Hecate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1501" ed="F1"/>But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1502" ed="F1"/>Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1503" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>Signior, no.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1504" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Signior, hang! base muleters of France!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1505" ed="F1"/>Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="1506" ed="F1"/>And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1507" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Away, captains! let's get us from the walls;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1508" ed="F1"/>For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1509" ed="F1"/>God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1510" ed="F1"/>That we are here.
<stage type="exit">[Exeunt from the walls.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1511" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>And there will we be too, ere it be long,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1512" ed="F1"/>Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1513" ed="F1"/>Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1514" ed="F1"/>Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1515" ed="F1"/>Either to get the town again or die:
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="1516" ed="F1"/>And I, as sure as English Henry lives
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1517" ed="F1"/>And as his father here was conqueror,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1518" ed="F1"/>As sure as in this late-betrayed town
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1519" ed="F1"/>Great C&oelig;ur-de-lion's heart was buried,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1520" ed="F1"/>So sure I swear to get the town or die.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1521" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>My vows are equal partners with thy <lb n="1522" ed="F1"/>vows.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1523" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1524" ed="F1"/>The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1525" ed="F1"/>We will bestow you in some better place,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1526" ed="F1"/>Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1527" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:
<lb n="91" ed="G"/><lb n="1528" ed="F1"/>Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1529" ed="F1"/>And will be partner of your weal or woe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1530" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1531" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Not to be gone from hence; for once I read
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1532" ed="F1"/>That stout Pendragon in his litter sick
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1533" ed="F1"/>Came to the field and vanquished his foes:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1534" ed="F1"/>Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1535" ed="F1"/>Because I ever found them as myself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1536" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1537" ed="F1"/>Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!
<lb n="101" ed="G"/><lb n="1538" ed="F1"/>And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1539" ed="F1"/>But gather we our forces out of hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1540" ed="F1"/>And set upon our boasting enemy.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt all but Bedford and Attendants.</stage>
<lb n="1541" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">An alarum: excursions. Enter SIR JOHN
<lb n="1542" ed="F1"/>FASTOLFE and a Captain.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1543" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="cap."><speaker>Cap.</speaker><p>Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1544" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="fast."><speaker>Fast.</speaker><p>Whither away! to save myself by flight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1545" ed="F1"/>We are like to have the overthrow again.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1546" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="cap."><speaker>Cap.</speaker><p>What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1547" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="fast."><speaker>Fast.</speaker><p>Ay,
<lb ed="G"/>All the Talbots in the world, to save my life.
<lb n="1548" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1549" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="cap."><speaker>Cap.</speaker><p>Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
<lb n="1550" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exit. </stage>
<lb n="1551" ed="F1"/><stage>Retreat: excursions. LA PUCELLE, ALENCON,
               and <lb n="1552" ed="F1"/>CHARLES fly. </stage>
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="1553" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bed."><speaker>Bed.</speaker><p>Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1554" ed="F1"/>For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1555" ed="F1"/>What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1556" ed="F1"/>They that of late were daring with their scoffs
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1557" ed="F1"/>Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
<lb n="1558" ed="F1"/>Bedford dies, and is carried in by two in
his chair.
<lb n="1559" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">An alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY,
                  and <lb n="1560" ed="F1"/>the rest.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1561" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1562" ed="F1"/>This is a double honour, Burgundy:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1563" ed="F1"/>Yet heavens have glory for this victory!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1564" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1565" ed="F1"/>Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="1566" ed="F1"/>Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1567" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Thanks, gentle duke.   But where is Pucelle now?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1568" ed="F1"/>I think her old familiar is asleep:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1569" ed="F1"/>Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1570" ed="F1"/>What, all amort?   Rouen hangs her head for grief
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1571" ed="F1"/>That such a valiant company are fled.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1572" ed="F1"/>Now will we take some order in the town,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1573" ed="F1"/>Placing therein some expert officers,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1574" ed="F1"/>And then depart to Paris to the king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1575" ed="F1"/>For there young Henry with his nobles lie.
<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="1576" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1577" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>But yet, before we go, let's not forget
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1578" ed="F1"/>The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1579" ed="F1"/>But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1580" ed="F1"/>A braver soldier never couched lance,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1581" ed="F1"/>A gentler heart did never sway in court;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1582" ed="F1"/>But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1583" ed="F1"/>For that's the end of human misery.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="3" type="scene">
   <head>SCENE III</head><lb n="1584" ed="F1"/>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="1585" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">   Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD of Orleans, ALENCON, LA PUCELLE, and forces.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1586" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1587" ed="F1"/>Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1588" ed="F1"/>Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1589" ed="F1"/>For things that are not to be remedied.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1590" ed="F1"/>Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1591" ed="F1"/>And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1592" ed="F1"/>We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1593" ed="F1"/>If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1594" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>We have been guided by thee hitherto
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1595" ed="F1"/>And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1596" ed="F1"/>One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1597" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>Search out thy wit for secret policies,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1598" ed="F1"/>And we will make thee famous through the world.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1599" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>We'll set thy statue in some holy place.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1600" ed="F1"/>And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1601" ed="F1"/>Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1602" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1603" ed="F1"/>By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1604" ed="F1"/>We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1605" ed="F1"/>To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1606" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1607" ed="F1"/>France were no place for Henry's warriors;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1608" ed="F1"/>Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1609" ed="F1"/>But be extirped from our provinces.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1610" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>For ever should they be expulsed from France
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1611" ed="F1"/>And not have title of an earldom here.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1612" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Your honours shall perceive how   I will work
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1613" ed="F1"/>To bring this matter to the wished end.

<lb n="1614" ed="F1"/><stage>Drum sounds afar off.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1615" ed="F1"/>Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1616" ed="F1"/>Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
<lb n="1617" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Here sound an English march.   Enter, and
   pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his
   forces.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1618" ed="F1"/>There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1619" ed="F1"/>And all the troops of English after him.
<lb n="1620" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">French march. Enter the DUKE OF BURGUNDY and forces.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1621" ed="F1"/>Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1622" ed="F1"/>Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1623" ed="F1"/>Summon a parley; we will talk with him.

<lb n="1624" ed="F1"/><stage>Trumpets sound a parley.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1625" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1626" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1627" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>The princely Charles of France, thy <lb n="1628" ed="F1"/>countryman.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1629" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching <lb n="1630" ed="F1"/>hence.
<lb n="41" ed="G"/><lb n="1631" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy <lb n="1632" ed="F1"/>words.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1633" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1634" ed="F1"/>Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1635" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1636" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1637" ed="F1"/>And see the cities and the towns defaced
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1638" ed="F1"/>By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1639" ed="F1"/>As looks the mother on her lowly babe
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1640" ed="F1"/>When death doth close his tender dying eyes.
<lb n="49" ed="G"/><lb n="1641" ed="F1"/>See, see the pining malady of France;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1642" ed="F1"/>Behold the wounds the most unnatural wounds,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1643" ed="F1"/>Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1644" ed="F1"/>O, turn thy edged sword another way;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1645" ed="F1"/>Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1646" ed="F1"/>One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1647" ed="F1"/>Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1648" ed="F1"/>Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1649" ed="F1"/>And wash away thy country's stained spots.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1650" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1651" ed="F1"/>Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="1652" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1653" ed="F1"/>Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1654" ed="F1"/>Who join'st thou with but with a lordly nation
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1655" ed="F1"/>That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1656" ed="F1"/>When Talbot hath set footing once in France
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1657" ed="F1"/>And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1658" ed="F1"/>Who then but English Henry will be lord
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1659" ed="F1"/>And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1660" ed="F1"/>Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1661" ed="F1"/>Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="1662" ed="F1"/>And was he not in England prisoner?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1663" ed="F1"/>But when they heard he was thine enemy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1664" ed="F1"/>They set him free without his ransom paid,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1665" ed="F1"/>In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1666" ed="F1"/>See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1667" ed="F1"/>And join'st with them will be thy slaughtermen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1668" ed="F1"/>Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1669" ed="F1"/>Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1670" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>I am vanquished; <lb n="1671" ed="F1"/>these haughty words of hers
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1672" ed="F1"/>Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1673" ed="F1"/>And made me almost yield upon my knees.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1674" ed="F1"/>Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1675" ed="F1"/>And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1676" ed="F1"/>My forces and my power of men are yours:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1677" ed="F1"/>So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1678" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside]</stage>Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn <lb n="1679" ed="F1"/>again!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1680" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes <lb n="1681" ed="F1"/>us fresh.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1682" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>And doth beget new courage in our <lb n="1683" ed="F1"/>breasts.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1684" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1685" ed="F1"/>And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="1686" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Now let us on, my lords, <lb n="1687" ed="F1"/>and join our powers
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1688" ed="F1"/>And seek how we may prejudice the foe.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="4" type="scene">
   <head>SCENE IV</head><lb n="1689" ed="F1"/>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="1690" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter the KING, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, <lb n="1691" ed="F1"/>SOMERSET, WARWICK, EXETER: VERNON, BASSET, and others. To them with <lb n="1692" ed="F1"/>his Soldiers, TALBOT.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1693" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>My gracious prince, and honourable peers,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1694" ed="F1"/>Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1695" ed="F1"/>I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1696" ed="F1"/>To do my duty to my sovereign:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1697" ed="F1"/>In sign whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1698" ed="F1"/>To your obedience fifty fortresses,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1699" ed="F1"/>Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1700" ed="F1"/>Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1701" ed="F1"/>Lets fall his word before your highness' feet,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1702" ed="F1"/>And with submissive loyalty of heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1703" ed="F1"/>Ascribes the glory of his conquest got
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1704" ed="F1"/>First to my God and next unto your grace.

<stage>Kneels.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1705" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1706" ed="F1"/>That hath so long been resident in France?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1707" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1708" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1709" ed="F1"/>When I was young, as yet I am not old,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1710" ed="F1"/>I do remember how   my father said
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1711" ed="F1"/>A stouter champion never handled sword.
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1712" ed="F1"/>Long since we were resolved of your truth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1713" ed="F1"/>Your faithful service and your toil in war;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1714" ed="F1"/>Yet never have you tasted our reward,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1715" ed="F1"/>Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1716" ed="F1"/>Because till now we never saw your face:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1717" ed="F1"/>Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1718" ed="F1"/>We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1719" ed="F1"/>And in our coronation take your place.
<lb n="1720" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt <lb n="1721" ed="F1"/>all but Vernon
and Basset.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1722" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1723" ed="F1"/>Disgracing of these colours that I wear
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1724" ed="F1"/>In honour of my noble Lord of York:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1725" ed="F1"/>Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1726" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bas."><speaker>Bas.</speaker><p>Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1727" ed="F1"/>The envious barking of your saucy tongue
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1728" ed="F1"/>Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1729" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1730" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bas."><speaker>Bas.</speaker><p>Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1731" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>Hark ye: not so: in witness, take ye that.
<lb n="1732" ed="F1"/><stage>Strikes him. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1733" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bas."><speaker>Bas.</speaker><p>Villain, thou know'st <lb n="1734" ed="F1"/>the law of arms is such
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1735" ed="F1"/>That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="1736" ed="F1"/>Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1737" ed="F1"/>But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1738" ed="F1"/>I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1739" ed="F1"/>When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1740" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1741" ed="F1"/>And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
<lb n="1742" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">[Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
</div1>
   
<div1 n="4" type="act">
   <head>ACT IV</head>
<lb n="1743" ed="F1"/>
<div2 n="1" type="scene">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="1744" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter the KING, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, <lb n="1745" ed="F1"/>WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor of Paris, and others.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1746" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1747" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1748" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1749" ed="F1"/>That you elect no other king but him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1750" ed="F1"/>Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1751" ed="F1"/>And none your foes but such as shall pretend
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1752" ed="F1"/>Malicious practices against his state:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1753" ed="F1"/>This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
<lb n="1754" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">          Enter SIR JOHN FASTOLFE.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1755" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="fast."><speaker>Fast.</speaker><p>My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1756" ed="F1"/>To haste unto your coronation,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1757" ed="F1"/>A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1758" ed="F1"/>Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1759" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1760" ed="F1"/>I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1761" ed="F1"/>To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,

<stage>Plucking it off.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1762" ed="F1"/>Which I have done, because unworthily
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1763" ed="F1"/>Thou wast installed in that high degree.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1764" ed="F1"/>Pardon me, princely Henry and the rest:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1765" ed="F1"/>This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1766" ed="F1"/>When but in all I was six thousand strong
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1767" ed="F1"/>And that the French were almost ten to one,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1768" ed="F1"/>Before we met or that a stroke was given,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1769" ed="F1"/>Like to a trusty squire did run away:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1770" ed="F1"/>In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1771" ed="F1"/>Myself and divers gentlemen beside
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1772" ed="F1"/>Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1773" ed="F1"/>Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1774" ed="F1"/>Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1775" ed="F1"/>This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="1776" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>To say the truth, this fact was infamous
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1777" ed="F1"/>And ill beseeming any common man,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1778" ed="F1"/>Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1779" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1780" ed="F1"/>Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1781" ed="F1"/>Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1782" ed="F1"/>Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1783" ed="F1"/>Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1784" ed="F1"/>But always resolute in most extremes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1785" ed="F1"/>He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="1786" ed="F1"/>Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1787" ed="F1"/>Profaning this most honourable order,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1788" ed="F1"/>And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1789" ed="F1"/>Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1790" ed="F1"/>That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1791" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1792" ed="F1"/>Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1793" ed="F1"/>Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.

<stage type="exit">[Exit Fastolfe.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1794" ed="F1"/>And now, my lord protector, view the letter
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1795" ed="F1"/>Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="1796" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>What means his grace, that he hath changed <lb n="1797" ed="F1"/>his style?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1798" ed="F1"/>No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1799" ed="F1"/>Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1800" ed="F1"/>Or doth this churlish superscription
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1801" ed="F1"/>Pretend some alteration in good will?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1802" ed="F1"/>What's here <stage>[Reads]</stage>
<lb ed="G"/>'I have, upon especial cause,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1803" ed="F1"/>Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1804" ed="F1"/>Together with the pitiful complaints
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1805" ed="F1"/>Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1806" ed="F1"/>Forsaken your pernicious faction
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="1807" ed="F1"/>And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1808" ed="F1"/>O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1809" ed="F1"/>That in alliance, amity and oaths,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1810" ed="F1"/>There should be found such false dissembling guile?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1811" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1812" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1813" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1814" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1815" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1816" ed="F1"/>And give him chastisement for this abuse.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1817" ed="F1"/>How say you, my lord? are you not content?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1818" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1819" ed="F1"/>I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1820" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Then gather strength and march unto him <lb n="1821" ed="F1"/>straight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1822" ed="F1"/>Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1823" ed="F1"/>And what offence it is to flout his friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1824" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1825" ed="F1"/>You may behold confusion of your foes.
<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>
<lb n="1826" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">         Enter VERNON and BASSET.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1827" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1828" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bas."><speaker>Bas.</speaker><p>And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="1829" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1830" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1831" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1832" ed="F1"/>Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1833" ed="F1"/>And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1834" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1835" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bas."><speaker>Bas.</speaker><p>And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1836" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1837" ed="F1"/>First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1838" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bas."><speaker>Bas.</speaker><p>Crossing the sea from England into France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1839" ed="F1"/>This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
<lb n="91" ed="G"/><lb n="1840" ed="F1"/>Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1841" ed="F1"/>Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1842" ed="F1"/>Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1843" ed="F1"/>When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1844" ed="F1"/>About a certain question in the law
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1845" ed="F1"/>Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1846" ed="F1"/>With other vile and ignominious terms:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1847" ed="F1"/>In confutation of which rude reproach
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1848" ed="F1"/>And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="1849" ed="F1"/>I crave the benefit of law of arms.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1850" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>And that is my petition, noble lord:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1851" ed="F1"/>For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1852" ed="F1"/>To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1853" ed="F1"/>Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1854" ed="F1"/>And he first took exceptions at this badge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1855" ed="F1"/>Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1856" ed="F1"/>Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1857" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1858" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="1859" ed="F1"/>Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1860" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick <lb n="1861" ed="F1"/>men,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1862" ed="F1"/>When for so slight and frivolous a cause
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1863" ed="F1"/>Such factious emulations shall arise!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1864" ed="F1"/>Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1865" ed="F1"/>Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1866" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1867" ed="F1"/>And then your highness shall command a peace.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1868" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1869" ed="F1"/>Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="1870" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1871" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="ver."><speaker>Ver.</speaker><p>Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1872" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bas."><speaker>Bas.</speaker><p>Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1873" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1874" ed="F1"/>And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1875" ed="F1"/>Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1876" ed="F1"/>With this immodest clamorous outrage
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1877" ed="F1"/>To trouble and disturb the king and us?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1878" ed="F1"/>And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1879" ed="F1"/>To bear with their perverse objections;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1880" ed="F1"/>Much less to take occasion from their mouths
<lb n="131" ed="G"/><lb n="1881" ed="F1"/>To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1882" ed="F1"/>Let me persuade you take a better course.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1883" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>It grieves his highness: <lb n="1884" ed="F1"/>good my lords, be friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1885" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Come hither, you that would be combatants:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1886" ed="F1"/>Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1887" ed="F1"/>Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1888" ed="F1"/>And you, my lords, remember where we are;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1889" ed="F1"/>In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1890" ed="F1"/>If they perceive dissension in our looks
<lb n="140" ed="G"/><lb n="1891" ed="F1"/>And that within ourselves we disagree,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1892" ed="F1"/>How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1893" ed="F1"/>To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1894" ed="F1"/>Beside, what infamy will there arise,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1895" ed="F1"/>When foreign princes shall be certified
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1896" ed="F1"/>That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1897" ed="F1"/>King Henry's peers and chief nobility
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1898" ed="F1"/>Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1899" ed="F1"/>O, think upon the conquest of my father,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1900" ed="F1"/>My tender years, and let us not forego
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1901" ed="F1"/>That for a trifle that was bought with blood!
<lb n="151" ed="G"/><lb n="1902" ed="F1"/>Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1903" ed="F1"/>I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
<stage>[Putting on a red rose.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1904" ed="F1"/>That any one should therefore be suspicious
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1905" ed="F1"/>I more incline to Somerset than York;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1906" ed="F1"/>Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1907" ed="F1"/>As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1908" ed="F1"/>Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1909" ed="F1"/>But your discretions better can persuade
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1910" ed="F1"/>Than I am able to instruct or teach:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1911" ed="F1"/>And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1912" ed="F1"/>So let us still continue peace and love.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1913" ed="F1"/>Cousin of York, we institute your grace
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1914" ed="F1"/>To be our regent in these parts of France:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1915" ed="F1"/>And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1916" ed="F1"/>Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1917" ed="F1"/>And, like true subjects,sons of your progenitors,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1918" ed="F1"/>Go cheerfully together and digest
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1919" ed="F1"/>Your angry choler on your enemies.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1920" ed="F1"/>Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
<lb n="170" ed="G"/><lb n="1921" ed="F1"/>After some respite will return to Calais;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1922" ed="F1"/>From thence to England; where I hope ere long
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1923" ed="F1"/>To be presented, by your victories,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1924" ed="F1"/>With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
<lb n="1925" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">[Flourish. Exeunt all but York, Warwick,
Exeter and Vernon.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1926" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1927" ed="F1"/>Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1928" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>And so he did: but yet I like it not,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1929" ed="F1"/>In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1930" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
<lb n="179" ed="G"/><lb n="1931" ed="F1"/>I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1932" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1933" ed="F1"/>Other affairs must now be managed.
<lb n="1934" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt all but Exeter.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1935" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1936" ed="F1"/>For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1937" ed="F1"/>I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1938" ed="F1"/>More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1939" ed="F1"/>Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1940" ed="F1"/>But howsoe'er no simple man that sees
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1941" ed="F1"/>This jarring discord of nobility,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1942" ed="F1"/>This shouldering of each other in the court,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1943" ed="F1"/>This factious bandying of their favourites,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1944" ed="F1"/>But that it doth presage some ill event.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1945" ed="F1"/>'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1946" ed="F1"/>But more when envy breeds unkind division;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1947" ed="F1"/>There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.
<stage type="exit">[Exit.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="2" type="scene">
<head>SCENE II</head>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="1948" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">   Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum.</stage>
<lb n="1949" ed="F1"/>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1950" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1951" ed="F1"/>Summon their general unto the wall.
<stage type="entrance">Trumpet sounds. <lb n="1952" ed="F1"/>Enter General and others.
                      aloft.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1953" ed="F1"/>English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1954" ed="F1"/>Servant in arms to Harry King of England;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1955" ed="F1"/>And thus he would: Open your city gates;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1956" ed="F1"/>Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1957" ed="F1"/>And do him homage as obedient subjects;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1958" ed="F1"/>And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1959" ed="F1"/>But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="1960" ed="F1"/>You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1961" ed="F1"/>Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1962" ed="F1"/>Who in a moment even with the earth
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1963" ed="F1"/>Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1964" ed="F1"/>If you forsake the offer of their love
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1965" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="gen."><speaker>Gen.</speaker><p>Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1966" ed="F1"/>Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1967" ed="F1"/>The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1968" ed="F1"/>On us thou canst not enter but by death;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1969" ed="F1"/>For, I protest, we are well fortified
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="1970" ed="F1"/>And strong enough to issue out and fight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1971" ed="F1"/>If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1972" ed="F1"/>Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1973" ed="F1"/>On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1974" ed="F1"/>To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1975" ed="F1"/>And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1976" ed="F1"/>But death doth front thee with apparent spoil
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1977" ed="F1"/>And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1978" ed="F1"/>Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1979" ed="F1"/>To rive their dangerous artillery
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1980" ed="F1"/>Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1981" ed="F1"/>Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1982" ed="F1"/>Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1983" ed="F1"/>This is the latest glory of thy praise
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1984" ed="F1"/>That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1985" ed="F1"/>For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1986" ed="F1"/>Finish the process of his sandy hour,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1987" ed="F1"/>These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1988" ed="F1"/>Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale and dead.
<lb n="1989" ed="F1"/><stage>[Drum afar off.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1990" ed="F1"/>Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="1991" ed="F1"/>Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1992" ed="F1"/>And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt General, &amp;c.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1993" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>He fables not; I hear the enemy:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1994" ed="F1"/>Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1995" ed="F1"/>O, negligent and heedless discipline!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1996" ed="F1"/>How are we park'd and bounded in a pale,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1997" ed="F1"/>A little herd of England's timorous deer,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1998" ed="F1"/>Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="1999" ed="F1"/>If we be English deer, be then in blood;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2000" ed="F1"/>Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="2001" ed="F1"/>But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2002" ed="F1"/>Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2003" ed="F1"/>And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2004" ed="F1"/>Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2005" ed="F1"/>And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2006" ed="F1"/>God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2007" ed="F1"/>Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!
<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="3" type="scene">
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="2008" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK <lb n="2009" ed="F1"/>with trumpet and many Soldiers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2010" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2011" ed="F1"/>That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2012" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mess."><speaker>Mess.</speaker><p>They are return'd, my lord, and give it out
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2013" ed="F1"/>That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2014" ed="F1"/>To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2015" ed="F1"/>By your espials were discovered
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2016" ed="F1"/>Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2017" ed="F1"/>Which joined with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2018" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>A plague upon that villain Somerset,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2019" ed="F1"/>That thus delays my promised supply
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2020" ed="F1"/>Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2021" ed="F1"/>Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2022" ed="F1"/>And I am lowted by a traitor villain
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2023" ed="F1"/>And cannot help the noble chevalier:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2024" ed="F1"/>God comfort him in this necessity!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2025" ed="F1"/>If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
<lb n="2026" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">          Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2027" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>Thou princely leader of our English strength,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2028" ed="F1"/>Never so needful on the earth of France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2029" ed="F1"/>Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2030" ed="F1"/>Who now is girdled with a waist of iron
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2031" ed="F1"/>And hemm'd about with grim destruction:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2032" ed="F1"/>To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2033" ed="F1"/>Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2034" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2035" ed="F1"/>Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2036" ed="F1"/>So should we save a valiant gentleman
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2037" ed="F1"/>By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2038" ed="F1"/>Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2039" ed="F1"/>That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2040" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2041" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2042" ed="F1"/>We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2043" ed="F1"/>All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2044" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2045" ed="F1"/>And on his son young John, who two hours since
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2046" ed="F1"/>I met in travel toward his warlike father!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2047" ed="F1"/>This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2048" ed="F1"/>And now they meet where both their lives are done.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2049" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2050" ed="F1"/>To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2051" ed="F1"/>Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2052" ed="F1"/>That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2053" ed="F1"/>Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2054" ed="F1"/>But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2055" ed="F1"/>Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2056" ed="F1"/>'Long all of Somerset and his delay.
<stage type="exit">[Exit, with his soldiers.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2057" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>Thus, while the vulture of sedition
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2058" ed="F1"/>Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2059" ed="F1"/>Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="2060" ed="F1"/>The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2061" ed="F1"/>That ever living man of memory,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2062" ed="F1"/>Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2063" ed="F1"/>Lives, honour, lands and all hurry to loss.
<stage>[Exit.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="4" type="scene">
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<stage type="setting"></stage>
<lb n="2064" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of TALBOT'S with him.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2065" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>It is too late; I cannot send them now:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2066" ed="F1"/>This expedition was by York and Talbot
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2067" ed="F1"/>Too rashly plotted: all our general force
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2068" ed="F1"/>Might with a sally of the very town
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2069" ed="F1"/>Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2070" ed="F1"/>Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2071" ed="F1"/>By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2072" ed="F1"/>York set him on to fight and die in shame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2073" ed="F1"/>That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2074" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="cap."><speaker>Cap.</speaker><p>Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2075" ed="F1"/>Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.
<stage type="entrance">           Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2076" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2077" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2078" ed="F1"/>Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2079" ed="F1"/>Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2080" ed="F1"/>To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2081" ed="F1"/>And whiles the honourable captain there
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2082" ed="F1"/>Drops bloody sweat from   his war-wearied limbs,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2083" ed="F1"/>And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2084" ed="F1"/>You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2085" ed="F1"/>Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2086" ed="F1"/>Let not your private discord keep away
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2087" ed="F1"/>The levied succors that should lend him aid,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2088" ed="F1"/>While he, renowned noble gentleman,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2089" ed="F1"/>Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2090" ed="F1"/>Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2091" ed="F1"/>Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2092" ed="F1"/>And Talbot perisheth by your default.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2093" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>York set him on; York should have sent him <lb n="2094" ed="F1"/>aid.
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="2095" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2096" ed="F1"/>Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2097" ed="F1"/>Collected for this expedition.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2098" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2099" ed="F1"/>I owe him little duty, and less love;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2100" ed="F1"/>And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2101" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>The fraud of England, not the force of France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2102" ed="F1"/>Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2103" ed="F1"/>Never to England shall he bear his life;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2104" ed="F1"/>But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2105" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2106" ed="F1"/>Within six hours they will be at his aid.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2107" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2108" ed="F1"/>For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2109" ed="F1"/>And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2110" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="som."><speaker>Som.</speaker><p>If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2111" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
      
      <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
<lb n="2112" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt. </stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="5" type="scene">
<head>SCENE V</head>
<lb n="2113" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance"> Enter TALBOT and JOHN, his son.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2114" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>O young John Talbot! I did send for thee
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2115" ed="F1"/>To tutor thee in stratagems of war,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2116" ed="F1"/>That Talbot's name might be in thee revived
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2117" ed="F1"/>When sapless age and weak unable limbs
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2118" ed="F1"/>Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2119" ed="F1"/>But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2120" ed="F1"/>Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2121" ed="F1"/>A terrible and unavoided danger:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2122" ed="F1"/>Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2123" ed="F1"/>And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2124" ed="F1"/>By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2125" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2126" ed="F1"/>And shall I fly?   O, if you love my mother,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2127" ed="F1"/>Dishonour not her honourable name,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2128" ed="F1"/>To make a bastard and a slave of me!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2129" ed="F1"/>The world will say, he is not Talbot's blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2130" ed="F1"/>That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2131" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2132" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>He that flies so will ne'er return again.
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2133" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>If we both stay, we both are sure to die.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2134" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2135" ed="F1"/>Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2136" ed="F1"/>My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2137" ed="F1"/>Upon my death the French can little boast;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2138" ed="F1"/>In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2139" ed="F1"/>Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2140" ed="F1"/>But mine it will, that no exploit have done:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2141" ed="F1"/>You fled for vantage, every one will swear;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2142" ed="F1"/>But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="2143" ed="F1"/>There is no hope that ever I will stay,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2144" ed="F1"/>If the first hour I shrink and run away.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2145" ed="F1"/>Here on my knee I beg mortality,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2146" ed="F1"/>Rather than life preserved with infamy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2147" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2148" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2149" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Upon my blessing, I command thee go.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2150" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2151" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Part of thy father may be saved in thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2152" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>No part of him but will be shame in me.
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2153" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2154" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2155" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2156" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>You cannot witness for me, being slain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2157" ed="F1"/>If death be so apparent, then both fly.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2158" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>And leave my followers here to fight and die?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2159" ed="F1"/>My age was never tainted with such shame.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2160" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2161" ed="F1"/>No more can I be sever'd from your side,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2162" ed="F1"/>Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="2163" ed="F1"/>Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2164" ed="F1"/>For live I will not, if my father die.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2165" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2166" ed="F1"/>Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2167" ed="F1"/>Come, side by side together live and die;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2168" ed="F1"/>And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="6" type="scene">
<head>SCENE VI</head>
<lb n="2169" ed="F1"/><stage type="setting">Alarum: excursions, wherein TALBOT'S Son <lb n="2170" ed="F1"/>is hemmed about, and TALBOT <lb n="2171" ed="F1"/>rescues him. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2172" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2173" ed="F1"/>The regent hath with Talbot broke his word
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2174" ed="F1"/>And left us to the rage of France his sword.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2175" ed="F1"/>Where is John Talbot?   Pause, and take thy breath;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2176" ed="F1"/>I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2177" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>O, twice my father, twice am I thy son
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2178" ed="F1"/>The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2179" ed="F1"/>Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2180" ed="F1"/>To my determined time thou gavest new date.
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2181" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2182" ed="F1"/>It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2183" ed="F1"/>Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2184" ed="F1"/>Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2185" ed="F1"/>Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2186" ed="F1"/>And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2187" ed="F1"/>The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2188" ed="F1"/>From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2189" ed="F1"/>Of thy first fight, I soon encountered,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2190" ed="F1"/>And interchanging blows I quickly shed
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2191" ed="F1"/>Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2192" ed="F1"/>Bespoke him thus; 'Contaminated, base
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2193" ed="F1"/>And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2194" ed="F1"/>Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2195" ed="F1"/>Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2196" ed="F1"/>Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2197" ed="F1"/>Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2198" ed="F1"/>Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2199" ed="F1"/>Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2200" ed="F1"/>Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="2201" ed="F1"/>Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2202" ed="F1"/>The help of one stands me in little stead.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2203" ed="F1"/>O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2204" ed="F1"/>To hazard all our lives in one small boat!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2205" ed="F1"/>If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2206" ed="F1"/>To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2207" ed="F1"/>By me they nothing gain an if I stay;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2208" ed="F1"/>'Tis but the shortening of my life one day:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2209" ed="F1"/>In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2210" ed="F1"/>My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2211" ed="F1"/>All these and more we hazard by thy stay;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2212" ed="F1"/>All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2213" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="john."><speaker>John.</speaker><p>The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2214" ed="F1"/>These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2215" ed="F1"/>On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2216" ed="F1"/>To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2217" ed="F1"/>Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2218" ed="F1"/>The coward horse that bears me fall and die!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2219" ed="F1"/>And like me to the peasant boys of France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2220" ed="F1"/>To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="2221" ed="F1"/>Surely, by all the glory you have won,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2222" ed="F1"/>An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2223" ed="F1"/>Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2224" ed="F1"/>If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2225" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2226" ed="F1"/>Thou Icarus: thy life to me is sweet:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2227" ed="F1"/>If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2228" ed="F1"/>And, commendable proved, let's die in pride.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="7" type="scene">
<head>SCENE VII</head>
<lb n="2229" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Alarum: excursions. Enter old <lb n="2230" ed="F1"/>TALBOT led by a Servant. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2231" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Where is my other life? mine own is gone;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2232" ed="F1"/>O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2233" ed="F1"/>Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2234" ed="F1"/>Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2235" ed="F1"/>When he perceived me shrink and on my knee
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2236" ed="F1"/>His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2237" ed="F1"/>And, like a hungry lion, did commence
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2238" ed="F1"/>Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2239" ed="F1"/>But when my angry guardant stood alone,
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2240" ed="F1"/>Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2241" ed="F1"/>Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2242" ed="F1"/>Suddenly made him from my side to start
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2243" ed="F1"/>Into the clustering battle of the French;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2244" ed="F1"/>And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2245" ed="F1"/>His over-mounting spirit, and there died,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2246" ed="F1"/>My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
<lb n="2247" ed="F1"/>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2248" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="serv."><speaker>Serv.</speaker><p>O my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne!
<stage type="entrance">Enter Soldiers, with the body of young TALBOT.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2249" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="tal."><speaker>Tal.</speaker><p>Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2250" ed="F1"/>Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2251" ed="F1"/>Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2252" ed="F1"/>Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2253" ed="F1"/>In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2254" ed="F1"/>O thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2255" ed="F1"/>Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2256" ed="F1"/>Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2257" ed="F1"/>Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2258" ed="F1"/>Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2259" ed="F1"/>Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2260" ed="F1"/>Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="2261" ed="F1"/>My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2262" ed="F1"/>Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2263" ed="F1"/>Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
<stage>Dies.</stage>
<lb n="2264" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD, <lb n="2265" ed="F1"/>LA PUCELLE, and forces. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2266" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2267" ed="F1"/>We should have found a bloody day of this.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2268" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2269" ed="F1"/>Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2270" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2271" ed="F1"/>'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:'
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2272" ed="F1"/>But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2273" ed="F1"/>He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2274" ed="F1"/>To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2275" ed="F1"/>So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2276" ed="F1"/>He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2277" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>Doubtless he would have made a noble knight:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2278" ed="F1"/>See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2279" ed="F1"/>Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2280" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bast."><speaker>Bast.</speaker><p>Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2281" ed="F1"/>Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2282" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="2283" ed="F1"/>During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
<lb n="2284" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY, attended; Herald</stage>
            of the French preceding.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2285" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2286" ed="F1"/>To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2287" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>On what submissive message art thou sent?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2288" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2289" ed="F1"/>We English warriors wot not what it means.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2290" ed="F1"/>I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2291" ed="F1"/>And to survey the bodies of the dead.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2292" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2293" ed="F1"/>But tell me whom thou seek'st.
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="2294" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>But where's the great Alcides of the field,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2295" ed="F1"/>Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2296" ed="F1"/>Created, for his rare success in arms,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2297" ed="F1"/>Great Earl of Washford, Waterford and Valence;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2298" ed="F1"/>Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2299" ed="F1"/>Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2300" ed="F1"/>Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2301" ed="F1"/>The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2302" ed="F1"/>Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2303" ed="F1"/>Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece;
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="2304" ed="F1"/>Great marshal to Henry the Sixth
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2305" ed="F1"/>Of all his wars within the realm of France?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2306" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Here is a silly stately style indeed!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2307" ed="F1"/>The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2308" ed="F1"/>Writes not so tedious a style as this.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2309" ed="F1"/>Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2310" ed="F1"/>Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2311" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2312" ed="F1"/>Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2313" ed="F1"/>O, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2314" ed="F1"/>That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
<lb n="81" ed="G"/><lb n="2315" ed="F1"/>O, that I could but call these dead to life!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2316" ed="F1"/>It were enough to fright the realm of France:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2317" ed="F1"/>Were but his picture left amongst you here,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2318" ed="F1"/>It would amaze the proudest of you all.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2319" ed="F1"/>Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2320" ed="F1"/>And give them burial as beseems their worth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2321" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2322" ed="F1"/>He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2323" ed="F1"/>For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="2324" ed="F1"/>They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2325" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Go, take their bodies hence.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2326" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="lucy."><speaker>Lucy.</speaker><p>I'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall <lb n="2327" ed="F1"/>be rear'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2328" ed="F1"/>A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2329" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2330" ed="F1"/>And now to Paris, in this conquering vein
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2331" ed="F1"/>All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
</div1>
   
<div1 n="5" type="act">
   <head>ACT V</head>
<lb n="2332" ed="F1"/>
<div2 n="1" type="scene">
<head>SCENE I</head>
<lb n="2333" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Sennet. <lb n="2334" ed="F1"/>Enter KING, GLOUCESTER, and EXETER. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2335" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Have you perused the letters from the pope,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2336" ed="F1"/>The emperor and the Earl of Armagnac?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2337" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>I have, my lord: and their intent is this:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2338" ed="F1"/>They humbly sue unto your excellence
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2339" ed="F1"/>To have a godly peace concluded of
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2340" ed="F1"/>Between the realms of England and of France.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2341" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>How doth your grace affect their motion?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2342" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Well, my good lord; and as the only means
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2343" ed="F1"/>To stop effusion of our Christian blood
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2344" ed="F1"/>And stablish quietness on every side.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2345" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2346" ed="F1"/>It was both impious and unnatural
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2347" ed="F1"/>That such immanity and bloody strife
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2348" ed="F1"/>Should reign among professors of one faith.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2349" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2350" ed="F1"/>And surer bind this knot of amity,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2351" ed="F1"/>The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2352" ed="F1"/>A man of great authority in France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2353" ed="F1"/>Proffers his only daughter to your grace
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2354" ed="F1"/>In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2355" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2356" ed="F1"/>And fitter is my study and my books
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2357" ed="F1"/>Than wanton dalliance with a paramour,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2358" ed="F1"/>Yet call the ambassadors; and, as you please.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2359" ed="F1"/>So let them have their answers every one:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2360" ed="F1"/>I shall be well content with any choice
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2361" ed="F1"/>Tends to God's glory and my country's weal.
<lb n="2362" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter WINCHESTER in Cardinal's habit, a Legate and two Ambassadors. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2363" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="exe."><speaker>Exe.</speaker><p>What! is my Lord of Winchester install'd,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2364" ed="F1"/>And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?
<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="2365" ed="F1"/>Then I perceive that will be verified
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2366" ed="F1"/>Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2367" ed="F1"/>'If once he come to be a cardinal,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2368" ed="F1"/>He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.'
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2369" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>My lords ambassadors, your several suits
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2370" ed="F1"/>Have been consider'd and debated on.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2371" ed="F1"/>Your purpose is both good and reasonable;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2372" ed="F1"/>And therefore are we certainly resolved
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2373" ed="F1"/>To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2374" ed="F1"/>Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2375" ed="F1"/>Shall be transported presently to France.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2376" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="glou."><speaker>Glou.</speaker><p>And for the proffer of my lord your master,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2377" ed="F1"/>I have inform'd his highness so at large
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2378" ed="F1"/>As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2379" ed="F1"/>Her beauty and the value of her dower,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2380" ed="F1"/>He doth intend she shall be England's queen.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2381" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="king."><speaker>King.</speaker><p>In argument and proof of which contract,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2382" ed="F1"/>Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2383" ed="F1"/>And so, my lord protector, see them guarded
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2384" ed="F1"/>And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="2385" ed="F1"/>Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt all but Winchester and Legate.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2386" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p>Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2387" ed="F1"/>The sum of money which I promised
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2388" ed="F1"/>Should be deliver'd to his holiness
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2389" ed="F1"/>For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2390" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="leg."><speaker>Leg.</speaker><p>I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2391" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="win."><speaker>Win.</speaker><p><stage>[Aside]</stage>Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2392" ed="F1"/>Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2393" ed="F1"/>Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2394" ed="F1"/>That, neither in birth or for authority,
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="2395" ed="F1"/>The bishop will be overborne by thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2396" ed="F1"/>I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2397" ed="F1"/>Or sack this country with a mutiny.
<stage type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="2" type="scene">
   <head>SCENE II</head><lb n="2398" ed="F1"/>
<lb n="2399" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD, <lb n="2400" ed="F1"/>REIGNIER, LA PUCELLE and forces.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2401" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping <lb n="2402" ed="F1"/>spirits:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2403" ed="F1"/>'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2404" ed="F1"/>And turn again unto the warlike French.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2405" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="alen."><speaker>Alen.</speaker><p>Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2406" ed="F1"/>And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2407" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2408" ed="F1"/>Else, ruin combat with their palaces!
<lb n="2409" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">                  Enter Scout.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2410" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="scout."><speaker>Scout.</speaker><p>Success unto our valiant general,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2411" ed="F1"/>And happiness to his accomplices!
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2412" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>What tidings send our scouts?   I prithee, speak.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2413" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="scout."><speaker>Scout.</speaker><p>The English army, that divided was
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2414" ed="F1"/>Into two parties, is now conjoin'd in one,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2415" ed="F1"/>And means to give you battle presently.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2416" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2417" ed="F1"/>But we will presently provide for them.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2418" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="bur."><speaker>Bur.</speaker><p>I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2419" ed="F1"/>Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2420" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2421" ed="F1"/>Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2422" ed="F1"/>Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2423" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="char."><speaker>Char.</speaker><p>Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate.
<lb n="2424" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt. </stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="3" type="scene">
<head>SCENE III</head>
<stage type="setting">Alarum. Excursions. <lb n="2425" ed="F1"/>Enter LA PUCELLE. </stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2426" ed="F1"/>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2427" ed="F1"/>Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2428" ed="F1"/>And ye choice spirits that admonish me
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2429" ed="F1"/>And give me signs of future accidents.

<stage type="setting">Thunder.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2430" ed="F1"/>You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2431" ed="F1"/>Under the lordly monarch of the north,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2432" ed="F1"/>Appear and aid me in this enterprise.
<lb n="2433" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">                 Enter Fiends.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2434" ed="F1"/>This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2435" ed="F1"/>Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2436" ed="F1"/>Now ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2437" ed="F1"/>Out of the powerful regions under earth,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2438" ed="F1"/>Help me this once, that France may get the field.
<lb n="2439" ed="F1"/><stage>They walk, and speak not. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2440" ed="F1"/>O, hold me not with silence over-long!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2441" ed="F1"/>Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2442" ed="F1"/>I'll lop a member off and give it you
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2443" ed="F1"/>In earnest of a further benefit,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2444" ed="F1"/>So you do condescend to help me now.

<lb n="2445" ed="F1"/><stage>They hang their heads.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2446" ed="F1"/>No hope to have redress?   My body shall
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2447" ed="F1"/>Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.

<lb n="2448" ed="F1"/><stage>They shake their heads.</stage>

<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2449" ed="F1"/>Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2450" ed="F1"/>Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2451" ed="F1"/>Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2452" ed="F1"/>Before that England give the French the foil.

<lb n="2453" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">They depart.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2454" ed="F1"/>See, they forsake me!   Now the time is come
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2455" ed="F1"/>That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2456" ed="F1"/>And let her head fall into England's lap.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2457" ed="F1"/>My ancient incantations are too weak,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2458" ed="F1"/>And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2459" ed="F1"/>Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.

<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>

<lb n="2460" ed="F1"/><stage>Excursions. Re-enter LA PUCELLE fighting
   hand to hand with YORK: LA PUCELLE is
   taken.   <lb n="2461" ed="F1"/>The French fly. </stage>

<lb n="30" ed="G"/><lb n="2462" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2463" ed="F1"/>Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2464" ed="F1"/>And try if they can gain your liberty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2465" ed="F1"/>A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2466" ed="F1"/>See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2467" ed="F1"/>As if with Circe she would change my shape!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2468" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2469" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2470" ed="F1"/>No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2471" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2472" ed="F1"/>And may ye both be suddenly surprised
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2473" ed="F1"/>By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2474" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy <lb n="2475" ed="F1"/>tongue!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2476" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2477" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.
<lb n="2478" ed="F1"/><stage type="exit">Exeunt. </stage>

<lb n="2479" ed="F1"/><stage>Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK, with MARGARET
                   <lb n="2480" ed="F1"/>in his hand. </stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2481" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
<lb n="2482" ed="F1"/><stage>Gazes on her.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2483" ed="F1"/>O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2484" ed="F1"/>For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2485" ed="F1"/>I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2486" ed="F1"/>And lay them gently on thy tender side.
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="2487" ed="F1"/>Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.
      <lb ed="G"/><lb n="2488" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2489" ed="F1"/>The king of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2490" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2491" ed="F1"/>Be not offended, nature's miracle,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2492" ed="F1"/>Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2493" ed="F1"/>So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2494" ed="F1"/>Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2495" ed="F1"/>Yet, if this servile usage once offend,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2496" ed="F1"/>Go and be free again as Suffolk's friend.

<stage>She is going.</stage>

<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="2497" ed="F1"/>O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2498" ed="F1"/>My hand would free her, but my heart says no.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2499" ed="F1"/>As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2500" ed="F1"/>Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2501" ed="F1"/>So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2502" ed="F1"/>Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2503" ed="F1"/>I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2504" ed="F1"/>Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2505" ed="F1"/>Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2506" ed="F1"/>Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="2507" ed="F1"/>Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2508" ed="F1"/>Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2509" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2510" ed="F1"/>What ransom must I pay before I pass?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2511" ed="F1"/>For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2512" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2513" ed="F1"/>Before thou make a trial of her love?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2514" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2515" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>She's beautiful and therefore to be woo'd;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2516" ed="F1"/>She is a woman, therefore to be won.
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="2517" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2518" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2519" ed="F1"/>Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2520" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2521" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2522" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2523" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>And yet a dispensation may be had.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2524" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>And yet I would that you would answer me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2525" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2526" ed="F1"/>Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2527" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.
<lb n="91" ed="G"/><lb n="2528" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2529" ed="F1"/>And peace established between these realms.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2530" ed="F1"/>But there remains a scruple in that too;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2531" ed="F1"/>For though her father be the King of Naples,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2532" ed="F1"/>Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2533" ed="F1"/>And our nobility will scorn the match.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2534" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2535" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2536" ed="F1"/>Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
<lb n="100" ed="G"/><lb n="2537" ed="F1"/>Madam, I have a secret to reveal.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2538" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2539" ed="F1"/>And will not any way dishonour me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2540" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2541" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2542" ed="F1"/>And then I need not crave his courtesy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2543" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause--
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2544" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Tush, women have been captivate ere now.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2545" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Lady, wherefore talk you so?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2546" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>I cry you, mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.
<lb n="110" ed="G"/><lb n="2547" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2548" ed="F1"/>Your bondage happy to be made a queen?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2549" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>To be a queen in bondage is more vile
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2550" ed="F1"/>Than is a slave in base servility;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2551" ed="F1"/>For princes should be free.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2552" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>And so shall you,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2553" ed="F1"/>If happy England's royal king be free.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2554" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2555" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2556" ed="F1"/>To put a golden sceptre in thy hand
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2557" ed="F1"/>And set a precious crown upon thy head,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2558" ed="F1"/>If thou wilt condescend to be my--
<lb n="120" ed="G"/><lb n="2559" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>What?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2560" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>His love.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2561" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2562" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>No, gentle madam; I unworthy am
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2563" ed="F1"/>To woo so fair a dame to be his wife
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2564" ed="F1"/>And have no portion in the choice myself.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2565" ed="F1"/>How say you, madam, are ye so content?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2566" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>An if my father please, I am content.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2567" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Then call our captains and our colours forth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2568" ed="F1"/>And madam, at your father's castle walls
<lb n="130" ed="G"/><lb n="2569" ed="F1"/>We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.
<lb n="2570" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on
                   the walls.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2571" ed="F1"/>See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2572" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>To whom?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2573" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>To me.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2574" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Suffolk, what remedy?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2575" ed="F1"/>I am a soldier and unapt to weep
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2576" ed="F1"/>Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2577" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2578" ed="F1"/>Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2579" ed="F1"/>Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2580" ed="F1"/>Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2581" ed="F1"/>And this her easy-held imprisonment
<lb n="140" ed="G"/><lb n="2582" ed="F1"/>Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2583" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2584" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Fair Margaret knows
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2585" ed="F1"/>That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2586" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Upon thy princely warrant, I descend
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2587" ed="F1"/>To give thee answer of thy just demand.

<stage type="exit">Exit from the walls.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2588" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>And here I will expect thy coming.
<lb n="2589" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2590" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2591" ed="F1"/>Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2592" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2593" ed="F1"/>Fit to be made companion with a king:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2594" ed="F1"/>What answer makes your grace unto my suit?
<lb n="151" ed="G"/><lb n="2595" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2596" ed="F1"/>To be the princely bride of such a lord;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2597" ed="F1"/>Upon condition I may quietly
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2598" ed="F1"/>Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2599" ed="F1"/>Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2600" ed="F1"/>My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2601" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>That is her ransom; I deliver her;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2602" ed="F1"/>And those two counties I will undertake
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2603" ed="F1"/>Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2604" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>And I again, in Henry's royal name,
<lb n="161" ed="G"/><lb n="2605" ed="F1"/>As deputy unto that gracious king,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2606" ed="F1"/>Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2607" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2608" ed="F1"/>Because this is in traffic of a king.
<stage>[Aside]</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2609" ed="F1"/>And yet, methinks, I could be well content
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2610" ed="F1"/>To be mine own attorney in this case.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2611" ed="F1"/>I'll over then to England with this news,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2612" ed="F1"/>And make this marriage to be solemnized.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2613" ed="F1"/>So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe
<lb n="170" ed="G"/><lb n="2614" ed="F1"/>In golden palaces, as it becomes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2615" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="reig."><speaker>Reig.</speaker><p>I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2616" ed="F1"/>The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2617" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2618" ed="F1"/>Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
<stage>[Going.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2619" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2620" ed="F1"/>No princely commendations to my king?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2621" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Such commendations as becomes a maid,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2622" ed="F1"/>A virgin and his servant, say to him.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2623" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.
<lb n="180" ed="G"/><lb n="2624" ed="F1"/>But, madam, I must trouble you again;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2625" ed="F1"/>No loving token to his majesty?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2626" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2627" ed="F1"/>Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2628" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>And this withal.
<stage>[Kisses her.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2629" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="mar."><speaker>Mar.</speaker><p>That for thyself: I will not so presume
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2630" ed="F1"/>To send such peevish tokens to a king.

<stage type="exit">Exeunt Reignier and Margaret.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2631" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="suf."><speaker>Suf.</speaker><p>O, wert thou for myself!   But, Suffolk, stay;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2632" ed="F1"/>Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2633" ed="F1"/>There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
<lb n="190" ed="G"/><lb n="2634" ed="F1"/>Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2635" ed="F1"/>Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2636" ed="F1"/>And natural graces that extinguish art;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2637" ed="F1"/>Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2638" ed="F1"/>That when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2639" ed="F1"/>Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
<stage type="exit">Exit. </stage>
</p></sp>
</div2>
   
<div2 n="4" type="scene">
<head>SCENE IV</head>
<lb n="2640" ed="F1"/><stage type="entrance">    Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2641" ed="F1"/><sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.
<stage type="entrance">Enter LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd.</stage>
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2642" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="shep."><speaker>Shep.</speaker><p>Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2643" ed="F1"/>Have I sought every country far and near,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2644" ed="F1"/>And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2645" ed="F1"/>Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2646" ed="F1"/>Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2647" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2648" ed="F1"/>I am descended of a gentler blood:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2649" ed="F1"/>Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
<lb n="10" ed="G"/><lb n="2650" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="shep."><speaker>Shep.</speaker><p>Out, out!   My lords, an please you 'tis not so;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2651" ed="F1"/>I did beget her, all the parish knows:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2652" ed="F1"/>Her mother liveth yet, can testify
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2653" ed="F1"/>She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2654" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2655" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>This argues what her kind of life hath been,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2656" ed="F1"/>Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2657" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="shep."><speaker>Shep.</speaker><p>Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2658" ed="F1"/>God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2659" ed="F1"/>And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
<lb n="20" ed="G"/><lb n="2660" ed="F1"/>Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2661" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2662" ed="F1"/>Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2663" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="shep."><speaker>Shep.</speaker><p>'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2664" ed="F1"/>The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2665" ed="F1"/>Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2666" ed="F1"/>Wilt thou not stoop?   Now cursed be the time
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2667" ed="F1"/>Of thy nativity!   I would the milk
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2668" ed="F1"/>Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2669" ed="F1"/>Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2670" ed="F1"/>Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs afield,
<lb n="31" ed="G"/><lb n="2671" ed="F1"/>I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2672" ed="F1"/>Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2673" ed="F1"/>O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.

<stage type="exit">Exit.</stage>

<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2674" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2675" ed="F1"/>To fill the world with vicious qualities.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2676" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2677" ed="F1"/>Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2678" ed="F1"/>But issued from the progeny of kings;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2679" ed="F1"/>Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,
<lb n="40" ed="G"/><lb n="2680" ed="F1"/>By inspiration of celestial grace,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2681" ed="F1"/>To work exceeding miracles on earth.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2682" ed="F1"/>I never had to do with wicked spirit:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2683" ed="F1"/>But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2684" ed="F1"/>Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2685" ed="F1"/>Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2686" ed="F1"/>Because you want the grace that others have,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2687" ed="F1"/>You judge it straight a thing impossible
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2688" ed="F1"/>To compass wonders but by help of devils.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2689" ed="F1"/>No, misconceived!   Joan of Arc hath been
<lb n="50" ed="G"/><lb n="2690" ed="F1"/>A virgin from her tender infancy,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2691" ed="F1"/>Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2692" ed="F1"/>Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2693" ed="F1"/>Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2694" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Ay, ay: away with her to execution!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2695" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2696" ed="F1"/>Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2697" ed="F1"/>Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2698" ed="F1"/>That so her torture may be shortened.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2699" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
<lb n="60" ed="G"/><lb n="2700" ed="F1"/>Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2701" ed="F1"/>That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2702" ed="F1"/>I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2703" ed="F1"/>Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2704" ed="F1"/>Although ye hale me to a violent death.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2705" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Now heaven forfend the holy maid with child!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2706" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2707" ed="F1"/>Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2708" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2709" ed="F1"/>I did imagine what would be her refuge.
<lb n="70" ed="G"/><lb n="2710" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2711" ed="F1"/>Especially since Charles must father it.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2712" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>You are deceived; my child is none of his:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2713" ed="F1"/>It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2714" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Alencon! that notorious Machiavel!
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2715" ed="F1"/>It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2716" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2717" ed="F1"/>'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2718" ed="F1"/>But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2719" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>A married man! that's most intolerable.
<lb n="80" ed="G"/><lb n="2720" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>Why, here's a girl!   I think she knows not well,
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2721" ed="F1"/>There were so many, whom she may accuse.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2722" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="war."><speaker>War.</speaker><p>It's sign she hath been liberal and free.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2723" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="york."><speaker>York.</speaker><p>And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2724" ed="F1"/>Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2725" ed="F1"/>Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2726" ed="F1"/></p></sp>
   
   <sp who="puc."><speaker>Puc.</speaker><p>Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2727" ed="F1"/>May never glorious sun reflex his beams
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2728" ed="F1"/>Upon the country where you make abode;
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2729" ed="F1"/>But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
<lb n="90" ed="G"/><lb n="2730" ed="F1"/>Environ you, till mischief and despair
<lb ed="G"/><lb n="2731" ed="F1"/>Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
<stage type="exit">Exit, guarded.