Return thee therefore with a flood of Tears,
And wash away thy Country's ftained Spots.

Burg. Either he hath bewitch'd me with her Words, Or Nature makes me fuddenly relent.

Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaims on thee, Doubting thy Birth and Lawful Progeny.

Whom join'ft thou with, but with a Lordly Nation,
That will not truft thee but for Profits 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 thruft out like a Fugitive?
Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof;
Was not the Duke of Orleans thy Foe?
And was he not 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 it against thy Countrymen,
And join'ft with them will be thy Slaughter-men.
Come, come, return, return thou wandring Lord,
Charles and the reft will take thee in their Arms.
Burg. I am 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 Power of Men are yours.
So farewel Talbot, I'll no longer truft thee.

Pucel. Done like a Frenchman: Turn, and turn again. Dan, Welcome, brave Duke, thy Friendship makes us fresh.

Baft. And doth beget new Courage in our Breafts.
Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,

And doth deferve a Coronet of Gold.

Dan. Now let us on, my Lords, and join our Powers, And feek how we may prejudice the Foe.

[Exit.

SCENE

Enter King Henry, Gloucester, Winchester, York, Suffolk, So-
merfet, Warwick, Exeter: To them Talbot with his Soldiers.
Tal. My gracious Prince, and honourable Peers,
Hearing of your arrival in this Realm,

I have a while given Truce unto my Wars,
To do my Duty to my Sovereign.

In fign whereof, this Arm, that hath reclaim'd
To your obedience, fifty Fortreffes,

Twelve Cities, and feven walled Towns of ftrength,
Befide five hundred Prifoners of Efteem;
Lets fall his Sword before your Highness Feet:
And with fubmiffive Loyalty of Heart
Afcribes the Glory of his Conqueft got,
First to my God, and next unto your Grace.

K. Henry. Is this the fam'd Lord Talbot, Uncle Glofter, That hath fo long been Refident in France?

Glo. 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 faid,

A ftouter Champion never handled Sword.
Long fince we have refolved of your Truth,
Your faithful Service, and your toil in War:
Yet never have you tafted our Reward,
Or been reguerdon'd with fo much as Thanks,
Because '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.

Manent Vernon and Baffet.

Ver. Now, Sir, to you that were fo hot at Sea, Difgracing of thefe Colours that I wear,

In honour of my Noble Lord of York,

Dar'st thou maintain the former Words thou spak'ft?
Baf. Yes, Sir, as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your fawcy Tongue,
Against the Duke of Somerset.

Ver. Sirrah, thy Lord I honour as he is.
Baf. Why, what is he? As good a Man as York

[Excunt.

Ver. Hark ye; not fo: In witness take you that. [Strikes him.
Baf. Villain, thou knoweft the Law of Arms is fuch
That whofo draws a Sword, 'tis prefent Death,
Or else this Blow fhould broach thy dearest Blood.
But I'll unto his Majefty, and crave,

I may have liberty to venge this Wrong,
When thou shalt 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.

АСТ

ACT IV. SCENE I.

[Exeunt.

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

Glo.

L

Ord Bishop, fet the Crown upon his Head.

Win. God fave King Henry, of that Name the Sixth.
Glo. 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 shall pretend
Malicious practices against his State.

This fhall ye do, fo help you righteous God.
Enter Falstaff.

Fal. 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 the 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's Leg,
Which I have done; becaufe, unworthily,
Thou waft inftalled in that high Degree.
Pardon, my Princely Henry, and the reft;
This Daftard, at the Battel 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 Squire, did run away.
In which Affault we loft twelve hundred Men.

My

My felf, and divers Gentlemen befide,
Were there furpriz'd, and taken Prifoners.
Then judge, great Lords, if I have done amifs ;
Or, whether that fuch Cowards ought to wear
This Ornament of Knighthood, yea or no?

Glo. 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 Diftrefs,
But always refolute in moft Extreams.
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 Swain,
That doth prefome to boast of Gentle Blood.

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 Falstaff. 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 ftyle?

No more but plain and bluntly, To the King.
Hath he forgot he is his Sovereign?

Or doth this churlish Superfcription

[Reading.

Portend fome Alteration in good will?

What's here? I have upon efpecial Cause,

[Reads

Mov'd with Compaffion of my Country's Wrack

Together with the pitiful Complaints

Of fuch as your Oppreffion feeds upon,

For faken your pernicious Faction,

And joyn'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.
O monftrous Treachery! Can this be fo?
That in Alliance, Amity, and Oaths,

There should be found fuch falfe diffembling guile?
K. Henry. What! doth my Uncle Burgundy revolt?
Glo. He doth, my Lord, and is become my Foe.

K. Henry

K. Henry. Is that the worst this Letter doth contain?
Glo. It is the worft, and all, my Lord, he writes.

K. Henry. Why then, Lord Talbot there fhall talk with him, And give him Chastisement for this Abuse.

How fay you, my Lord, 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.

K. Henry. Then gather ftrength, and march unto him ftreight: 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.

Enter Vernon and Baffet.

[Exit Talbot.

Ver. Grant me the Combat, gracious Sovereign.
Baf. And me, my Lord, grant me the Combat too.
Tork. This is my Servant, hear him Noble Prince.
Som. And this is mine, fweet Henry, favour him.
K. Henry. Be patient, Lords, and give them leave to fpeak.
Say, Gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
And wherefore crave you Combat? or with whom?
Ver. With him, my Lord, for he hath done me wrong.
Baf. And I with him, for he hath done me wrong.
K. Henry. What is that wrong whereon you both complain?
First let me know, and then I'll answer you.

Baf. Croffing the Sea, from England into France,
This Fellow here with fharp and carping Tongue,
Upbraided me about the Rofe I wear;
Saying, the fanguine Colour of the Leaves.
Did reprefent my Mafter's blushing Cheeks:
When ftubbornly he did repugn the Truth,
About a certain queftion in the Law,
Argu'd betwixt the Duke of York and him;
With other vile and ignominious Terms.
In Confutation of which rude Reproach,
And in defence of my Lord's Worthiness,
I crave the benefit of Law of Arms.

Ver. And that is my Petition, Noble Lord;
For though he feem, with forged quaint Conceit,
To fet a glofs upon his bold intent,

Yet know, my Lord, I was provok'd by him,
And he firft took Exceptions at this Badge,

Pronouncing