Burg. Either fhe hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me fuddenly return.

Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaim on thee; Doubting thy birth, and lawful progeny. Whom join'ft thou with, but with a lordly nation That will not trust thee but for profit's fake? When Talbot hath fet footing once in France, And fashion'd thee that inftrument of Ill; Who then but English Henry will be lord, And thou be thrust out like a fugitive? Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof; Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe? And was not he in England prifoner? But when they heard he was thine enemy, They fet him free without his ranfom paid; In fpight of Burgundy, and all his friends. See then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen; And join'ft with them, will be thy flaughter-men. Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord; Charles, and the rest will take thee in their arms.

Burg. I'm vanquished. These haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-fhot, And made me almoft yield upon my knees. Forgive me, country, and fweet countrymen; And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace. My forces and my pow'r of men are yours. So farewel, Talbot, I'll no longer trust thee.

Pucel. Done, like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!

Dau. Welcome, brave Duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.

Baft. And doth beget new courage in our breafts. Alan. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, And doth deferve a Coronet of gold.

Dau. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers; And feek how we may prejudice the foe.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchefter, York, Suffolk, Somerfet. Warwick, Exeter, &c. To them Talbot, with his Soldiers.

Tal. MY gracious Prince, and honourable Peers,

Hearing of your arrival in this realm,

I have a while giv'n truce unto my wars,
To do my duty to my Sovereign.

In fign whereof, this arm (that hath reclaim'd
Το your obedience fifty fortrefles,

Twelve cities, and fev'n walled towns of ftrength,
Befide five hundred prifoners of esteem ;)
Let's fall the fword before your Highnefs' feet:
And with fubmiffive loyalty of heart
Afcribes the glory of his Conquest got,
Firft to my God, and next unto your Grace.

K. Henry. Is this the fam'd lord Talbot, uncle Glofler, That hath fo long been refident in France?

Glou. Yes, if it please your Majefty, my Liege.
K. Henry. Welcome, brave Captain, and victorious
lord.

When I was young, (as yet I am not old)
I do remember how my father said,
A flouter champion never handled fword.
Long fince we were refolved of your truth,
Your faithful fervice and your toil in war;
Yet never have you tafled your reward,
Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
Becaufe 'till now we never faw your face:
Therefore ftand up, and, for thefe good deferts,
We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury,

And in our Coronation take your place. [Exeunt.

Manent Vernon and Baffet.

Ver. Now, Sir, to you that were fo hot at sea,

Difgracing

Difgracing of thefe colours that I wear
In honour of my noble lord of York;

Dar'ft thou maintain the former words thou fpak'st?
Baf. Yes, Sir, as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your faucy tongue
Against my lord, the Duke of Somerset.
Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
Baf. Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
Ver. Hark ye; not fo: in witnefs, take you that.
[Strikes him.

Baf. Villain, thou know'ft, the law of arms is fuch, That, whofo draws a fword in th' prefence 't's death; Or else this blow fhould broach thy deareft blood. But I'll unto his Majesty, and crave

I may have liberty to 'venge this wrong;
When thou fhalt fee, I'll meet thee to thy coft.

Ver. Well, mifcreant, I'll be there as foon as you; And, after, meet you fooner than you would. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

PARIS.

Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, York Suffolk, Somerset, Warwick. Talbot, Exeter, and Governor of Paris.

LORD

GLOUCESTER.

ORD Bifhop, fet the Crown upon his head.
Win. God fave King Henry, of that name the
Sixth!

Glou. Now, Governor of Paris, take your oath,
That you elect no other King but him;

Efteem none friends, but fuch as are his friends;
And none your foes, but fuch as fhall pretend
Malicious practices against his ftate.

This fhall ye do, fo help you righteous God!

Enter

Enter Faftolfe.

Faft. My gracious Sovereign, as I rode from Calais, To hafte unto your Coronation;

A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy.
Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy, and thee!
I vow'd, bafe Knight, when I did meet thee next,
To tear the Garter from thy, craven leg,
Which I have done; because unworthily
Thou waft inftalled in that high degree.
Pardon, my Princely Henry, and the reft:
This daftard, at the battle of Poitiers,
'When but in all I was fix thousand strong,
And that the French were almoft ten to one,
Before we met, or that a ftroke was given,
Like to a trufty 'fquire, did run away.
In which affault we loft twelve hundred men :
Myfelf and divers gentlemen befide

Were there furpriz'd, and taken prifoners.
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
Or whether that fuch cowards ought to wear
This ornament of knighthood, yea or no?

Glou. To fay the truth, this fact was infamous,
And ill befeeming any common man;

Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.

Tal. When firft this Order was ordain'd, my lords,. Knights of the Garter were of noble birth; Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage; Such as were grown to Credit by the wars; Not fearing death, nor fhrinking for distress, But always refolute in most extremes. He then, that is not furnish'd in this fort, Doth but ufurp the facred name of Knight, Prophaning this moft honourable Order; And fhould, if I were worthy to be judge, Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born fwain That doth prefume to boast of gentle blood.

K. Henry.

K. Henry. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'ft thy doom:

Be packing therefore, thou that waft a Knight;
Henceforth we banish thee on pain of death. [Exit Faft.
And now, my lord Protector, view the letter
Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.

Glou. What means his Grace, that he hath chang'd his ftile?

No more but plain and bluntly, To the King. [Reading.
Hath he forgot, he is his Sovereign?
Or doth this churlish fuperfcription
Portend fome alteration in good will?
What's here? I have upon efpecial caufe,
Mov'd with compaffion of my country's wreck,
Together with the pitiful complaints

Of fuch as your oppreffion feeds upon,

Forfaken your pernicious faction,

[Reads.

And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.
O monftrous treachery! can this be fo?
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,

There fhould be found fuch falfe diffembling guile?
K. Henry. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
Glou. He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
K Henry. Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
Glou. It is the worft, and all, my lord, he writes.
K. Henry. Why then, lord Tolbot there fhall talk
with him,

And give him chaflifement for this abufe.
My lord, how fay you, are you not content?
Tal. Content, my Liege? yes: but that I am pre-
vented,

I fhould have begg`d I might have been employ'd. K. Henry. Then gather ftrength, and march unto him ftrait:

Let him perceive how ill we brook his treafon,
And what offence it is to flout his friends.

Tal. I go, my lord, in heart defiring ftill
You may behold confufion of your foes. [Exit Talbot.
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