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my force?

To hurl at the beholders ot' my shame.

Is come with a great power to raise the siege. My grisly countenance made others fly;

[SALISBURY groans. None durst come near for fear of sudden Tul. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth death.

groan ! In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;

It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng’d.So great fear of my name 'mongst them was Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you :spread,

Pucelle or puzzel,* dolphin or dogfish, That they suppos'd, I could rend bars of steel, Your hearts I'll 'stamp out with my horse's And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:

heels, Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had, And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.That walk'd about me every minute-while; Convey me Salisbury into his tent, And if I did but stir out of my bed,

And then we'll try what these dastardly Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

Frenchmen dare. Sul. I grieve to hear what torments you

[Exeunt, beuring out the Bodies. endur'd; But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.

SCENE V.The sameBefore one of the Gates. Now it is supper-time in Orleans: [one, Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbot pursueth the Here, through this grate, I can count every DAUPHIN, and drireth him in: then enter And view the Frenchmen how they fortify; Let us look in, the sight will much delight

Joan La PrcelLE, driving Englishmen before

her. Then enter TALBOT. thee.

(dale, Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glans

Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and Let me have your express opinions, Where is best place to make our battery next. Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them. stand lords.

Enter LA PUCELLE. Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the Here, here she comes :- -I'll have a bout with

bridge. Tal. For aught I see, this city must be fam- Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee :

thee; ish’d, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

Blood will I draw on thee,t thou art a witch, [Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and Sir And straightway give thy soul to him thou Tho. GARGRAVE fall.

serv'st. Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched

Pue. Come, come, 'tis only I that must dissinners!

grace thee;

[They fight. Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful

Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to preman!

vail?

(age, Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly My breast I'll burst with straining of my courhath cross'd us?

And from my shoulders crack my arms asunSpeak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.

der, How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men? One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck

Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet otř! Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,

I must go victual Orleans forthwith. That have contriv'd this woeful tragedy!

O’ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;

Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starved men; Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars;

Help Salisbury to make his testament: Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck

This day is ours, as many more shall be. up,

[field.

[Pucelle enters the Town, with Soldiers. His sword did ne'er leave striking in the

Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech I know not where I am, nor what I do:

wheel; doth fail, One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:

A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.

Drives back our troops, and conquers, as she

lists: Heaven be thou gracious to none alive,

(stench,

So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands !-Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it,

Are from their hives, and houses, driven away. Sir Thomas Gargrave hast thou any life?

They call'd us, for our fierceness, English Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.

dogs; Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;

Now, like io whelps, we crying run away. 'Thou shalt not die, whiles

(A short Alarum. He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me;

Hark, countrymen? either renew the fight, As who should say, When I am dead and gone,

Or tear the lions out of England's coat; Remember to arenge me on the French.

Renounce your soil, give sheep in lion's stead: Plantagenet, I will; and Nero-like,

Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:

Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard, Wretched shall France be only in my name.

As you fly from your oft subdued slaves. [Thunder heard; afterwards an Alarum.

[ Alarum. Another Skirmish. What stir is this? What tumult's in the hea

It will not be:-Retire into your trenches:

You all consented unto Salisbury's death, vens?

For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise?

Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
Enter a MESSENGER.

In spite of us, or aught that we could do. Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have 0, would I were to die with Salisbury! gather'd 'head:

(join'd, The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle

* A dirty wench.

+ The superstition of those mes taught, that he wlia A boly prophetess, new risen up,

could draw a witch's blood was free from her power.

come :

[men.

The shame hereof will make me hide my head. Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, (Alurum. Retreat. Exeurt Talbot and his To join with witches, and the help of hell. Forces, &c.

Bur. Traitors have never other company.-. SCENE VI.-The same.

But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so

pure? Enter, on the Walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES, Tal. A maid, they say. REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and Soldiers.

Bed. A maid! and be so martial! Puc. Advance our waving colours on the

Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere walls;

long; Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves:- If underneath the standard of the French, Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. She carry armour, as she hath begun. Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's

Tal. Well, let them practise and converse daughter,

with spirits : How shall I honour thee for this success?

God is our fortress; in whose conquering name, Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,

Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks. That one day bloom’d, and fruitful were the

Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow

thee. next. France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !-- That we do make our entrance several ways;

Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess, Recover'd is the town of Orleans: More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.

That, if it chance the one of us do fail, Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the other yet may rise against their force. the town?

Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner.

Bur. And I to this.
Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
And feast and banquet in the open streets,

Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.

his grave.-Alen. All France will be replete with mirth Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right and joy,

Of English Henry, shall this night appear When they shall hear how we have play'd the How much in duty I am bound to both. Char. 'T'is Joan, not we, by whom the day is [The English scale the Walls, crying St. won;

George! a Talbot! and all enter by the Town. For which, I will divide my crown with her: And all the priests and friars in my realm

Sent. [Within.) Arm, arm! the enemy doth Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.

make assault! A statelier pyrannis to her I'll rear, Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was:

The French leap over the Walls in their Shirts, In memory of her, when she is dead,

Enter, several ways, BASTARD, ALENÇON, Her ashes, in an urn more precious

Reignier, half ready, and half unready. Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius,

Alen. How now, my lords? what, all unTransported shall be at high festivals

ready" so? Before the kings and queens of France.

Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd sc No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,

well. But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave Come in; and let us banquet royally,

our beds, After this golden day of victory.

Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. [Flourish. Exeunt. Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd

Ne'er heard 'I of a warlike enterprize (arms,
ACT II.

More venturous, or desperate than this.
SCENE I.-The same.

Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Enter to the Gutes, a French SERGEANT, and

Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour

him. tico SENTINELS.

Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, how Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant:

he sped. If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, Near to the walls, by some apparent sign,

Enter CHARLES, and La Pucelle. Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.* Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive 1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Erit SER

guard. GEANT.] Thus are poor servitors Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,)

dame? Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, cold.

Make us partakers of a little gain,

That now our loss might be ten times so much? Enter Talbot, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and For

Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with ces, with scaling Ladders; their Drums beat

his friend? ing a dead march,

At all times will you have my power alike? Tal. Lord regent,-and redoubted Burgun- Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail, dy,

Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?By whose approach, the regions of Artois, Improvident soldiers! had your watch been Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,

good, This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, This sudden mischief never could have fallin. Having all day carcus’d and banquetted : Chur. Duke of Alençon, this was your deEmbrace we then this opportunity;

fault; As fitting best to quittance their deceit, That, being captain of the watch to-night, Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery.

Did look no better to that weighty charge. Red. Coward of France !-how much be Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely wrongs his fame,

As that whereof I had ihe government, [hept - The same as guard-room.

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We had not been thus shamefully surpriz'd. Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak Bust. Mine was secure.

with him? Reig. And so was mine, my lord.

Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of AuChar. And, for myself, most part of all this with modesty admiring thy renown, (vergne, night,

By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst TouchWithin her quarter, and mine own precinct,

safe I was employ'd in passing to and fro,

To visit her poor castle where she lies ;* About relieving of the sentinels:

That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Then how, or which way, should they first Whose glory fills the world with loud report. break in?

Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I sec, our wars Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the Will turn into a peaceful comic sport, case,

[place When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. But weakly guarded, where the breach was Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world made.

of men And now there rests no other shift but this, Could not prevail with all their oratory, To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled :And lay new platforms* to endamage them. And therefore tell her, I return great thanks;

And in submission will attend un her.--Alarum. Enter an English SoLDIER, crying, a Will not your honours bear me company?

Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leuring their Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will: Clothes behind.

And I have heard it said, -Unbidden guests Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have Are often welcomest when they are gone. Jett.

Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remeThe cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. [dy, For I have loaden me with many spoils,

Come hither, captain. [ Whispers.)-You perUsing no other weapon but bis name. [Exit.

ceive my mind.

Capt. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. SCENE 11.-Orleans.-Within the Town.

[Excunt. Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a CAPTAIN, and others.

SCENE III.- Auvergne.-Court of the Castle. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is Enter the Countess and her Porter.

fied, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil’d the earth. Count. Porter, remember what I Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. charge;

[to me. (Retreat sounded. And, when you have done so, bring the keys Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;

Port. Madam, I will.

(Exit. And here advance it in the market-place,

Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out The middle centre of this cursed town.

I shall as fainous be by this exploit, (right, Now have I paid my vow unto his soul; As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death. For every drop of blood was drawn from him, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, There hath at least five Frenchmen died to. And his achievements of no less account: And, that hereafter ages may behold (night. Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,

ears, Within their chietest temple I'll erect

To give their censure of these rare reports. A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:

Enter MESSENGER and TALBOT.
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans;

Mess. Madam,
The treacherous manner of his mournful death, According as your ladyship desir'd,
And what a terror he had been to France. My message crav’d, so is lord Talbot come.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,

Count. And he is welcome. What! is this I muse,t we met not with the Dauphin's grace;

the man? His new.come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; Mess. Madam, it is. Nor any of his false confederates.

Count. Is this the scourge of France ? Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, fight began,

That with his name the mothers still their Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, I see, report is fabulous and false : (babes? They did, amongst the troops of armed men, I thought, I should have seen some Hercules, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. A second Hector, for his grim aspect,

Bur. Myself, (as far as I could well discern, And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night,)

Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: Am sure, I scar'd the Dauphin, and his trull;

It cannot be, this weak and writhledt shrimp When arm in arm they both came swiftly run. Should strike such terror to his enemies. Like to a pair of loving turtle doves, (ning, Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble That could not live asunder day or night.

you : After that things are set in order here, But, since your ladyship is ant at leisure, M'e'll follow them with all the power we have. I'll sort some other time to visi: you.

Count. What means he now?--Go ask him, Enter a MESSENGER.

whither he $. Mess. All hail, my lords! which of this

Mess. Stay, my lord Talhot; for my lady princely train Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts

To know the cause of your abrupt departure. So much applauded through the realın of

Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
France?

I go to certify her, Talbot's here.
* I. e. Where she dwells.

# For opinion.
Plans, scheines
+ Wonder.

t Wrinkled.

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Re-enter Porter, with Keys.

Plan. Then say at once, If I maintain’d the

truth; Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error Tal. Prisoner! to whom?

Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law, Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord ;

And never yet could frame my will to it; And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, For in my gallery thy picture hangs :

Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then

between us. But now the substance shall endure the like;

War. Between two hawks, which flies the And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,

higher pitch,

(mouth, That hast by tyranny, these many years, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper Wasted our country, slain our citizens,

Between two blades, which bears the better And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

temper,

(best,* Tal. Ha, ha, ha!

Between two horses, which doth bear him Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth Between two girls, which hath the merriest shall turn to moan.

eye,

{ment: Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, * To think that you have aught but Talbot's sha. But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,

I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judge-
Whereon to practise your severity. [dow, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
Count. Why, art not thou the man?

Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbear-
Tal. I am indeed.
Count. Then have I substance too.

The truth appears so naked on my side,
Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:

That any purblind eye may find it out.
You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here;

Som. And on my side it is so well apparellid, For what you see, is but the smallest part

So clear, so shining, and so evident, And least proportion of humanity:

That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,

Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

to speak, Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.

In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: Count. This is a riddling merchant for the Let him, that is a true-born gentlenian, nonce;t

And stands upon the honour of his birth, He will be here, and yet he is not here:

If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, How can these contrarieties agree?

From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. Tal. That will I show you presently.

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no latHe winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a Peal of

terer, Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Sol- But dare maintain the party of the truth, diers.

Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, of base insinuating flattery,

Wur. I love no colours;t and, without all That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

[colour These are his substance, sinews, arms, and I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet.

Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Sostrength

merset; With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,

And say withal, I think he held the right. And in a moment makes them desolate.

Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen : and pluck Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse: Till you conclude-that he, upon whose side

no more, I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited, The Tewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Shall yield the other in the right opinion. Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; For I am sorry, that with reverence

Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objectI did not entertain thee as thou art.

If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. (ed;!

Plan. And I.
Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor miscon-
The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake (strue

Ver. Then, for the truth and plaipness of the The outward composition of his body.

case, What you have done, hath not offended me:

I pluck this pale, and maiden blossom here, No other satisfaction do I crave,

Giving my verdict on the white rose side. But only (with your patience,) that we may

Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it Taste of your wine, and see what cates you Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,

off; have; For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.

And fall on my side so against your will. Count. With all my heart: and think me Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, honoured To feast so great a warrior in my house.

And keep me on the side where still I am. (Exeunt.

Som. Well, well, come on: Who else?

Law. Unless my study and my books be false, SCENE IV.-London.The Temple Garden.

The argument you held, was wrong in you ;

[To SOMERSET. Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VER- Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your arguand another LAWYER.

ment? Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means Som. Here, in my scabbard ; meditating that, this silence ?

Shall die your white rose in a bloody red. Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit Suff. Within the temple hall we were too

our roses; The garden here is more convenient. [loud;

* I. e. Regulate his motions most adroitly. * Foolish + For a purpose.

+ Tints and deceits : a play on the worti. Commenced loudly.

# Jestly proposed.

NON,

same.

For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, The truth on our side.

Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloster: Som. No, Plantagenet,

And, if thou be not then created York, "Tis pot for fear; but anger,—that thy cheeks I will not live to be accounted Warwick. Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses; Meantime, in signal of my love to thee, And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,

Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset? Will I upon thy party wear this rose : Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Planta- And here I prophesy:- This brawl to-day, genet?

Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain Shall send, between the red rose and the his truth;

[hood.

white, Whiles thy consuming canker eats his false- A thousand souls to death and deadly night. Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to bleeding roses,

you, That shall maintain what I have said is true, That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,

Law. And so will I.
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. Plan. Thanks, gentle Sir.
Suff. Turn not thy scorns this way, Planta- Come let us four to dinner: I dare say,
genet.

This quarrel will drink blood another day. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both

(Exeunt. him and thee. Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throa.. CNE V.-The same.- A Room in the Tower. Som. Away, away, good William De-laPoole!

[him.

Enter Mortimer, brought in a Chair by two We grace the yeoman, by conversing with

Keepers. War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying him, Somerset;

age, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.Third son to the third Edward king of Eng. Even like a man new haled from the rack, land;

So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: Spring crestless yeomen* from so deep a root? And these grey locks, the pursuivants of

Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege,t death, **
Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Nestor-like aged, in an age of care,
Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
my words

These eyes-like lamps whose wasting oil is On any plot of ground in Christendom:

spent, Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cam- Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent:t bridge,

Weak shoulders, overborne with burd’ning For treason exécuted in our late king's days?

grief; And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, And pithless arms, like to a wither’d vine Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?' That droops his sapless branches to the His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;

ground:

[numb, And, till thou be restor’d, thou art a yeoman. Yet are these feet-whose strengthless stay is

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted; Unable to support this lump of clay,-
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor; Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
And that I'll prove on better men than Somer- | As witting I no other comfort have.-
set,

But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? Were growing time once ripen’d to my will. 1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will For your partakerý Poole, and you yourself,

come: I'll note you in my book of memory,

We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; To scourge you for this apprehension :// And answer was return'd' that he will come. Look to it well; and say you are well "warn'd. Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisSom. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee

fied.still:

Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. And know us, by these colours, for thy foes; Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, for these my friends, in spite of thee, sha! (Before whose glory I was great in arms,)

This loathsome sequestration have I had; Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry And even since then hath Richard been obrose,

Depriv’d of honour and inheritance : [scur’d. As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, But now, the arbitrator of despairs, Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Just death, kind umpiret of men's miseries, Until it wither with me to the grave,

With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me Or flourish to the height of my degree.

hence; Suf. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy I would, his troubles likewise were expir’d, ambition !

That so he might recover what was lost.
And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit.
Som. Have with thee, Poole.--Farewell,

Enter Richard PLANTAGENET.
ambitious Richard.

[Exit. 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now Plan. How I am brav’d, and must perforce

is come. endure it!

Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he War. This blot, that they object against

come? your house, J. . Those who have no right to arms.

* The heralds that, fore.running death, proclaim its apo

+ End. The temple, being a religious house, was a sanctuary. I proach. Escudert.

wear.

u Opinion

1 1. c. He who terminates or concludes misery.

6 Confederate.

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