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Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.
[Skirmish again. Glo.
Stay, stay, I say ! And, if you love me, as you say you do, Let me persuade you to forbear a while. K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my
Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield.
Glo. Compassion on the king commandsme stoop; Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest Should ever get that privilege of me.
War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke
Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
you preach, That malice was a great and grievous sin: And will not you maintain the thing you teach, But prove
a chief offender in the same i War. Sweet king !-the bishop hath a kindly
hath a kindly gird.] i. e. feels an emotion
For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent;
Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.
Glo. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow heart. See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ; This token serveth for a flag of truce, Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers : So help me God, as I dissemble not! Win. So help me God, as I intend it not!
[Aside. K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, How joyful am I made by this contráct ! Away, my masters ! trouble us no more ; But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
1 Sero. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. 2 Sero.
And so will I. 3 Serv. And I will see what physick the tavern
affords. [Exeunt ervants, Mayor, &c. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sove
reign; Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your majesty. Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick ;--for,
sweet prince, An if your grace mark every circumstance, You have great reason to do Richard right: Especially, for those occasions At Eltham-place I told your majesty. K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of
force : Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his blood.
War. Let Richard be restored to his blood ;
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
my foot :
But all the whole inheritance I give,
Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience,
K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against And, in reguerdon' of that duty done, I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet; And rise created princely duke of York.
Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall!
(Exeunt all but EXETER.
- reguerdon - ] Recompence, return.
So will this base and envious discord breed.
France. Before Rouen. Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, and Soldiers dressed like Countrymen, with Sacks upon their Backs.
Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen, Through which our policy must make a breach : Take heed, be wary how you place your words ; Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men, That come to gather money for their corn. If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we shall,) And that we find the slothful watch but weak, I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. i Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the
city, And we be lords and rulers over Roüen; Therefore we'll knock.
[Knocks Guard. [Within.] Qui est là ?
Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France :
[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 Dennis bless this happy stratagem! And once again we'll sleep secure in Roüen.
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
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 Rouen 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.
Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes ! Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous
ends; Enter, and cry--The Dauphin !—presently, And then do execution on the watch. (They enter.
2 Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants ;] Practice, in the language of that time, was treachery, and perhaps in the softer sense stratagem. Practisants are therefore confederates in strata, gems. "JOHNSON.
way to that,] That is, no way equal to that, no way so fit as that, Jounson.