1 Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden ftones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as refolute. Skirmish again. Glou. You of my houfhold, leave this peevish broil; And fet this unaccuftom'd fight afide. 3 Serv. My lord, we know your Grace to be a man Juft and upright; and for your royal birth Inferior to none but to his Majesty: And ere that we will fuffer fuch a Prince, 1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. [Begin again. Glou. Stay, ftay, I fay; And if you love me, as you say you do, K. Henry. O, how this difcord doth afflict my foul! To flay your fov'reign, and destroy the Realm. War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the Duke As by his smoothed brows it doth appear. Why look you ftill fo ftern and tragical? Glou. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. K. Henry. Fie, uncle Beauford: I have heard you preach, That malice was a great and grievous fin: And will not you maintain the thing you teach, War. Sweet King! the Bishop hath a kindly gird: Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers: Win. [Afide.] So help me God, as I intend it not! K. Henry. O loving uncle, gentle Duke of Glofter, How joyful am I made by this contract! Away, my mafters, trouble us no more; 2 Serv. So will I. 3 Serv. And I'll fee what phyfic the tavern affords. SCENE [Exeunt. II. War. CCEPT this fcrowl, moft gracious Sove A reign, Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your Majefty. Glou. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick; For, fweet Prince, An if your Grace mark ev'ry circumftance, You have great reafon to do Richard right: Esp › , Efpecially, for those occafions At Eltham-place I told your Majefty. K. Henry. And those occafions, 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, That doth belong unto the house of York; K. Henry. Stoop, then, and fet your knee against And in reguerdon of that duty done, I gird thee with the valiant fword of York. Rife, Richard, like a true Plantagenet, And rife created Princely Duke of York. Rich. And fo thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! And as my duty springs, so perish they, That grudge one thought against your Majefty! All. Welcome, high Prince, the mighty Duke of York! Som. Perish, bafe Prince, ignoble Duke of York! [Afide. Glou. Now will it beft avail your Majefty Amongst his fubjects and his loyal friends, [goes; K. Henry. When Glo'fler fays the word, King Henry For friendly counfel cuts off many foes. Glou. Your fhips already are in readinefs. [Exeunt. Manet Exeter. Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France, Not fecing what is likely to enfue; This late diffention, grown betwixt the peers, Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fifth, [Exit. Enter Joan la Pucelle difguis'd, and four Soldiers with Sacks upon their backs. Pucel. THESE are the city-gates, the gates of THES Roan, Thro' which our policy must make a breach. Therefore we'll knock. Watch. Qui va là? Pucel Puifans, pauvres gens de France. [Knocks. Poor market-folks, that come to fell their corn. Pucel. Now, Roan, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground. [Exeunt. Enter Enter Dauphin, Baftard, and Alanfon. Reig. By thrufting out a torch from yonder tow'r, Which, once difcern'd, fhews, that her meaning is, No way to that (for weakness) which fhe enter'd. Enter Joan la Pucelle on the top, thrufting out a torch burning. Pucel. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, That joineth Roan unto her countrymen; But burning fatal to the Talbotites. Baft. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret ftands. Dau. Now fhines it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes. Reig. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends; Enter and cry, The Dauphin! presently, And then do execution on the Watch. [An Alarm; Talbot in an Excurfion. Tal. France, thou fhalt rue this treafon with thy If Talbot but furvive thy treachery. Pucelle, that witch, that damned forcerefs. That hardly we efcap'd the pride of France. Hath wrought this hellish mifchief unawares ; [Lears. [Exit. SCENE V. An alarm: Excurfions. Bedford brought in, fick, in a chair. Enter Talbot and Burgundy, without; within, Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Baflard, and Reignier, on the walls. Pucel. GOOD-morrow, gallants, want ye corn I think, the Duke of Burgundy will faft, Before |