Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious lord! Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks, And in our coronation take your place. [Exeunt King HENRY, GLOSTER, TALBOT, and Nobles. Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Disgracing of these colours that I wear In honour of my noble lord of York, Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that. [Strikes him. Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms is such, That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave I may have liberty to venge this wrong; When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; And, after, meet you sooner than you would. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The same. A Room of State. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, Suf Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. That you elect no other king but him: [Governor kneels. Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends; Malicious practices against his state: This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! [Exeunt Gov. and his Train. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE. Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais, To haste unto your coronation, A letter was deliver'd to my hands, Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. [Plucking it off. (Which I have done) because unworthily Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st thy doom: Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight; Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death. [Exit FASTOLfe. And now, my lord protector, view the letter Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy. Glo. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd his style? [Viewing the superscription. No more but, plain and bluntly,-To the king? Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign? Or doth this churlish superscription What's here?—I have, upon especial cause,- Of such as your oppression feeds upon,— Forsaken your pernicious faction, [Reads. And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France. O monstrous treachery! Can this be so; That in alliance, amity, and oaths, There should be found such false dissembling guile ? And give him chastisement for this abuse : My lord, how say you? are you not content? Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am prevented, I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd. straight: Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason; |