Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet, Glo. Well urg'd my lord of Warwick; — for, sweet prince, An if your grace mark every circumstance, At Eltham-place I told your majesty. K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of force: Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that alone, But all the whole inheritance I give, That doth belong unto the house of York, And, in reguerdon of that duty done, I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: And rise created princely duke of York. Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! And as my duty springs so perish they Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York! your majesty, 5 Recompense. The presence of a king engenders love K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, king Henry goes; For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Glo. Your ships already are in readiness. [Exeunt all but. EXETER. Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in Not seeing what is likely to ensue : [Exit. SCENE II. France. Before Roüen. Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, and Soldiers dressed I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. 1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, And we be lords and rulers over Rouen ; Therefore we'll knock. Guard. [Within.] Qui est là? [Knocks. Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France: Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. [Opens the Gates. Puc. Now, Roüen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground. [PUCELLE, &c. enter the City. Enter CHARLES, Bastard of Orleans, ALENÇON, and Forces. Char. Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem! And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen. Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants"; Now she is there, how will she specify Where is the best and safest passage in ? Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; Which, once discern'd, shows, that her meaning is, — No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd. Enter LA PUCELLE on a Battlement; holding out a Torch burning. Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, That joineth Roüen unto her countrymen ; But burning fatal to the Talbotites. Bast. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret stands. A prophet to the fall of all our foes! 6 Confederates in stratagems. Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends; Enter, and cry-The Dauphin!-presently, And then do execution on the watch. [They enter. Alarums. Enter TALBOT, and certain English. Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, If Talbot but survive thy treachery.- [Exeunt to the Town. Alarum: Excursions. Enter from the Town, BedFORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the English Forces. Then enter, on the Walls, LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, Bastard, ALENÇON, and others. Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread? I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast, Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan! I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that time. Bed. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason! Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance, And run a tilt at death within a chair? Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead? Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. [TALBOT, and the rest consult together. Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field? Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours, or no. Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecaté, Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Tal. Signior, hang! base muleteers of France! Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls; For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks. We came, sir, but to tell you we are here. [Exeunt LA PUCELLE, &c. from the Walls. Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame !— Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, (Prick'd on by publick wrongs, sustain❜d in France,) Either to get the town again, or die: And I, as sure as English Henry lives, Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: |