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Alarum. Enter an English SOLDIER, crying, I mean to prove this lady's courtesy:
a Talbot! a Talbot 1 They joy, leaving Come bither, captain. (Whispers.)-You per their Clothes behind.
ceive my mind. Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have Capt. I do, my lord ; and mean accordingly. left.
(Exeunt. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; For I have loaden me with many spoils,
SCENE 111.- Auvergne.-Court of the Using no other weapon but his name. (Erit. |
Castle, SCENE 11.--Orleans. Within the Town. Enter the Countess and her PORTER.
Count. Porter, remember what I gave in Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a CAP
charge ; TAIN, and others.
And, when you have done so, bring the keys Bed. The day begins to break, and night is
to me. fled,
Port. Madam, I will.
(Erit. Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
Count. The plot is laid ; if all tbings fall out Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. . right,
(Retreat sounded. I shall as famous be by this exploit, Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury ; As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death. And here advance it in the market place,
Great is the rumour of this dreadful night, The middle centre of this cursed towu.
And his achievements of no less account: Now have I paid my vow unto his soul!
Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine For every drop of blood was drawn from bim,
ears, There bath at least five Frenchmeu died to. To give their censure of these rare reports.
night. And, that hereafter ages may behold
Enter MESSENGER and TALBOT. What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Mess. Madam, Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
According as your ladyship desir'd, A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd: My message cray'd, so is lord Talbot come. Upon the which, that every one may read,
Count. And he is welcome. What is this Sball be engrav'd the sack of Orleans ;
the man ? The treacherous manner of his mournful death, Mess. Madam, it is. And what a terror he had been to France.
Count. Is this this the scourge of France ? But, lords, in all our bloody masacre,
Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, I museo we met not with the Dauphin's grace: That with his Dame the mothers still their His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc ;
babes ? Nor any of his false confederates.
I see, report is fabulous and false : Bed, 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight I thoughi, I should have seen some Hercules, began,
A second Hector, for his grim aspect, Rons'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. They did, amongst the troops of armed men, Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf : Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, Should strike such terror to his enemies. For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night.)
Tal. Madam, I have been bold to, trouble Am sure I scar'd the Daupbin and his trull;
Count. What means he now 1-Go ask him, After that things are set in order bere,
whither he goes. We'll follow them wtih all the power we have, | Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot ; for my lady
craves Enter a MESSENGER.
To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Mess. All hail, my lords ! which of this Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, princely train
I go to certify her Talbot's here.
Re-enter PORTER, with Keys.
Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Tal. Here is the Talbot ; who would speak Tal. Prisoner ! to whom ? with bim ?
Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord ; Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Au. And for that cause I traiu'd thee to iny house. vergne,
Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, With modesty admiring thy renown,
For in my gallery thy picture hangs : By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouch But now tbe substance shall endure the like; safe
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, To visit ber poor castle where she lies ; +
That bast by tyranny, these many years, That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Wasted our country, slain our citizens, Whose glory fills the world with loud report. I And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see our wars Tal. Ha, ha, ha! Will turn into a peaceful comic sport,
Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
shall turn to moan. You may not, my lord, despise her gentle snit. Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fo ad i Tal. Ne'er trust me then ; for, when a world To think that you have augbt but Talbot's sba. of men
dow, Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Whereon to practise your severity.
Count. Why, art not thou the man 3
Count. Theu have I substance too.
Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself: Bed. No, truly ; it is more than manners will : You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here ; And I have heard it said, -Unbidden guests For wbat you see, is but the smallest part Are often welconiest when they are gone.
And least proportion of humanity : Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no reme- I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
I. c. Where she dwells.
. For opinion.
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
And stands upon the honour of his birth, Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, Count. This is a riddling merchant for the From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. nonce :.
Som. Let bim tbat is no coward, nor no He will be here, and yet he is not here :
flatterer, How can these contrarieties agree?
But dare maintain the party of the truth, Tal. That will I show you presently.
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with ine
War. I love no colours; and, without all He winds a Horn. Drums heard ; then a Peal
colour of Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter or base insinuating flattery, Soldiers.
I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet: How say you, niadam? ore you now persuaded, Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young So. That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
merset; These are bis substance, sinews, arms, and And say withal, I think he held the right. strength,
Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen : and pluck With wbich be yoketh your rebellious necks,
no more, Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Till you conclude that he, upon whose side And in a moment makes them desolate.
The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, Count. Victorious Talbot ! pardon my abuse : Shall yield the other in the right opinion. I And, thou art no less than fame bath bruited, + Som. Good master Vernon, it is well obAnd more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
jected ; t . Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. For I am sorry, that with reverence
Plan. And I. I did not entertain thee as thou art.
Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of thc Tal, Be not dismay'd, fair lady ; nor mis
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
Giving my verdict on the white rose side. The outward composition of bis body.
Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it What you have done, hath not offended me :
off ; No other satisfaction do I crave,
Lest bleeding, you do paint the wbite rose reu, But only with your patience,) that we may And fall on my side so against your will. Taste of your wine, and see what cates you Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, have :
Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. Aud keep me on the side where still I am. Count. With all my heart and think mel Som. Well, well, come on : Who else? honoured
Law. Unless my study and my books be To feast so great a warrior in my house.
false, [Exeunt. The argument you beld, was wrong in you;
[To SOMERSET. SCENE IV.-London.-The Temple Garden. 10 sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. Enter the Earls of SOMERSET. SUFFOLK. andl Plan. Now, Somerset, where 18 your argile
ment WARWICK ; RICHARD PLANTAGEN ET, VER
Som. Here, in my scabbard ; meditating that, NON, and another LAWYER.
Shall die your white rose in a bloody red. Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means
Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit this silence ?
our roses ; Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Suf. Within the temple hall we were too
The truth on our side.
Som. No, Plantagenet, The garden here is more convenient.
'Tis not for fear; but anger,-that thy cheeks Plan. Then say at once, If I maintain'd the Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses : truth ;
And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the errur?
Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? Suff. 'Faith, I have beeu a truant in the law : Som. Hath not thy rose 1 thuru, PlantaAnd never yet could frame my will to it;
genet 1 And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.
Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then
his truth ; between us.
Wbiles thy consuming canker eats his falseWar. Between two hawks, which dies the
hood. higher pitch,
Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleed. Between two dogs, which hath the deeper
ing roses, mouth,
That shall maintain what I have said is true, Between two blades, which bears the better
etter where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. temper,
Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my Between two borses, which doth bear him best. f
hand, Between two girls, whicb hath the merriest eye,
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. I have, perbaps, some shallow Spirit of judg: Suj. Turn not thy scorus this way, Plantament :
genet. But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
bim and thee. Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbear- Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. ance :
Som. Away, away, good William De-la. The truth appears so paked on my side,
Poole 'That any purblind eye may find it out.
We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. Som. And on my side it is so well apparell'a War. Now by God's will, thou wrong'st him, So clear, so shining, and so evident,
Somerset; That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loatb | Third son to the third Edward king of Eugto speak,
land: In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: Spring crestless yeoman t from so deep a root 1 Let him, that is a true-born gentleman,
• Tints and dereits : a play on the word. • Porn purpose. + Announced loudly,
+ Justly proposed. Ile. Resulute his motions most adroit'y.
il. e. Those who have no nght to arms.
Dasujf. loud jere is
Nas no bridgecuted i
Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent : Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Weak shoulders, overborne with burd’ning Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain
grief : my words
And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine On any plot of ground in Christendom:
That droops his sa pless branches to the ground:Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cam. Yet are these feet whose strengtbless stay in
numb, For treason executed in our late king's days? Unable to support this lump of clay, And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, Corrupted, and exeinpt + from ancient gentry? As witting I no other comfort have.His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood; But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come ? And till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman. 1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will Plan. My father was attached, not attainted ;
come: Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ; We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber : And that I'll prove ou better men thau Somer. And answer was return'd that he will coine. set,
Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisWere growing time once ripen'd to my will.
fied. For your partaker t Poole, and you yourself, Poor gentleman ! bis wrong doth equal mine. I'll note you in my book of memory,
Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, To scourge you for this apprehension : 5
(Before whose glory I was great in arms,) Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd. This loathsome sequestration bave I had ; Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee And even since then hath Ricbard been ob still :
scur'd. And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; Depriv'd of honour and inheritance : For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall But now, the arbitrator of despairs, wear.
Just death, kind uinpire • of men's miseries, Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry With sweet eulargement doth dismiss ine rose,
bence : As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
I would, his troubles likewise were expired,
ITbat so he might recover what was lost.
Enter RICHARD PLANTACENET. Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is ambition !
come. And so farewell, until I meet thee next. Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend ? Is he
come ? Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, am-1 Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, bitious Richard.
[Erit. Your nephew, late-despised • Richard, comes. Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his endure it !
neck, War. This blot, that they object against your And in his bosom spend my latter gasp : house,
To tell me. when my lips do touch his cheeks, Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster : And now declare, sweet stem from York's great And, if thou be not then created York,
stock, I will not live to be accouluted Warwick.
Why didst thou say-of late thou wert despis'd ? Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
Plan. First, lean thine aged back against Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,
mine arm: Will I upon thy party wear this rose :
And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease. + And here I prophesy.---This brawl to-day, This day in argument upon a case, Grown to this faction, in the Temple-garden, Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and Shall send between the red rose and the
me : white,
Among which terms he used his lavish tongue, A thousand souls to death and deadly night. And did upbraid me with my father's death; Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, you,
Else with the like I bad requited him : That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Tberefore, good uncle,--for iny father's sake, Ver. lll your behalf still will I wear the In honour of a true Plantagenet, same.
And for alliance' sake,-declare the canse Lau. And so will 1.
My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. Plan. Thanks, gentle Sir.
Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that iinpriCome let us four to dinner: I dare say,
son'd me, This quarrel will drink blood another day. And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth,
(Ereunt. Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
Was cursed instrument of his disease. SCENE V.-The same-A Room in the Touer. Plan. Discover more at large what cause tbat Enter MORTIMER, brought in a Chair by tuo
For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.
Mor. I will; if that my fading breatb Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying
Aud death approach not ere my tale be done. Lt dying Mortimer here rest himself.
Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king, Even like a man new baled from the rack, Depos'd his nephew Richard ; Edward's son, So fare my liumbs with long imprisonment : The first-begotten, and the lawful heir And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death, or Edward king, the third of that descent : Nestor-like aged, in an age of care,
During whose reign, the Percies of the north, Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer ||
Finding his usurpation most unjust, These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne : spent,
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this,
Was--for that (young king Richard thus re • The temple, being a religious house, was a sanc
Confederate. Leaving no beir begotten of his body)
This scene is not consistent with historical truth; as Mortimer served under Henry
• Lately-despised. V. in 122, and died unconfined in Ireland in 1424.
was the next by birth and parentage ;
With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, For by my mother I derived am
Hunphrey of Gloster 1 if thou canst accuse, From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son Or aught intend'st to lay unto iny charge, To king Edward the third, whereas he,
Do it without invention suddenly ;
Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
mands my patience, I lost my liberty, and they their lives.
| Or thou sbould'st find thou hast dishonour'd me. Long after this, when Henry the fifth,
Think not, although in writing I preferr'd Succeeding bis father Bolingbroke, did reign, The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, Thy father, earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able From famous Edinund Langley, duke of York, Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen : Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedAgain, in pity of my hard distress,
ness, Levied an army; weening + to redeem,
Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, And have install'd me in the diadem :
As very infants prattle of thy pride. But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl,
Thou art a most pernicious usurer ; And was bebeaded. Thus the Mortimers,
Froward by nature, enemy to peace ; In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the A man of thy profession, and degree ; last.
And for thy treacbery, What's more manifest I Mor. True ; and thou seest that I no issue | In that tbou laid'st a trap to take my life, have;
As well at London bridge, as at the Tower ! And that my fainting words do warrant death : Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather: The king thy sovereign, is not quite exempt But yet be wary in thy studious care.
From envious malice of thy swelling heart. Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouch. me :
safe But yet, metbinks, my father's execution
To give me bearing what I shall reply. Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic ; As be will have me, how am I so poor? Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
Or how haps it, I seek not to advance And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd.
Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling : But now tby uncle is removing bence ;
And for dissention, who preferreth peace As princes do their courts, when they are More than I do, except I be provok'd ? cloy'd
No, my good lords, it is not that offends ; With long continuance in a settled place.
It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke : Plan. O uncle, 'would some part of my young It is, because no one should sway but he ; years
No one, but he, should be about the king ; Might but redeem the passage of your age ; And that engenders thunder in his breast, Mor. Tbou dost then wrong me: as the And makes him roar these accusations forth. slaught'rer doth,
But he shall know, I am as good
Win. Ay, loudly Sir; For what are you, I And so farewell : t and fair be all tby bopes!
pray, And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! But one imperious in another's throne 1
(Dies. Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest 1 Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting Win. And am I not a prelate of the churcb ! soul !
Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keepe, In prison bast thou spent a pilgrimage,
And useth it to patronage his theft. And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
Win. Unreverent Gloster! Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
Glo. Thou art reverent, And what I do imagine, let that rest.
Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life. Keepers, convey him hence ; and I myself
Win. This Rome slull remedy. Will see his burial better than bis life.
War. Roam tbither then. (Ereunt KEEPERS, bearing out MORTIMER. Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Here dies the dusky torcb of Mortimer,
War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. Chok'd witb ambition of the meaner sort :
Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, And know the office that belongs to such. Which Somerset bath offer'd to my house,
War. Methinks, bis lordship should be hum. I doubt not, but with honour to redress :
bler; And therefore baste I to the parliament;
It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. Either to be restored to my blood,
Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd 60 Or make my ill g the advantage of my good.
War. Staie holy, or unhallow'd, what or
Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his
Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you SCENE 1.-The same.-The Parliament.
should ; house.
Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords? Flourish. Enter King HENRY, EXETER,
Else would I have a ding at Winchester.
(Aside. GLOSTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUF. FOLK ; the Bishop of WINCHESTER, RICHARD
K, Hen. Uncles of Gloster and of Winches PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOSTER offers
ter, to put up a Bill;| WINCHESTER snatches
The special watchmen of our English weal: it, and tears it.
I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
To join your hearts in love and amity, Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated so what a scandal is it to our crown, lines,
That two such woble peers as ye should jar ! • High
Thinking Lucky, prosperous. I Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, I My ill, is my ill usage. Tle Articles of Aceusation: Civil dissention is a viperous worm,
That graws the bowels of the commonwealtb.- For shame, my lord of Winchester ! relent:
A noise within : Down with the tiwuy coats! What, shall a child instruct you what to do 1 What tumult's this?
l'in. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to Wur. Au uproar, I dare warrant,
thee; Begun through malice of the bishop's inen. Lore for thy love, and hand for band I give. (A noise again ; Stones ! Stones! Glo. Ay; but, I fear ine, with a hollow
heart.Enter the MAYOR of London, attended, See bere, my friends, and loving countrymen ; May. O my good lords,-and virtuous Hen- This tokeu serveth for a flag of uuce,
Betwixt ourselves and all our followers : ry, Pity the city of London, pity us!
So help me God, as I dissemble not! The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men,
Win. So help me God, as I intend it not ! Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
1 Have alled their pockets full of pebble-stones ;
K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Glos
ter, And banding theinselves in contrary parts, Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,
How joyful am I made luy this contract ! That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
Away, my masters ! trouble us no more ; Our windows are broke down in every street,
But join in friendship, as your lords have And we, foi fear, compell'd to shut our shops.
I Serv. Cunitent; I'll to the surgeon's. Enter. skirinishing. The Retainers of GLOS- 2 Serv. And so will i. TER, and WINCHESTER, with bloody pates. 1 3 Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to
[Exeunt SERVANTS, ourself,
MAYOR, &c. To hold your 'slaughtering hands, and keep the War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovepeace.
reign; Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife.
Which, in the right of Richard Plantagenet, Serv. Nay, if we be
We do exhibit to your majesty. Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick :-for. 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute,
sweet prince, (Skirmish again,
An if your grace mark every circumstance, Glo. Yon of my household, leave this peevish | You have great reason to do Ricbard right: proil,
Especially, for those occasions And set this inaccustom'd fight aside.
At Eltham-place I told your majesty. 1 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a
K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of man
force ; Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, Inferior to none but his inajesty :
That Richard be restored to bis blood. And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
War. Let Richard be restored to his blood : So kind a father of the cominonweal,
So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd. To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, +
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Wincuc3We, and our wives, and children, all will fight,
ter. And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes.
K. Hen. If Richard will be true, rot Wat 2 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails
alone, Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.
But all the whole inheritance I give, (Skirmish again. I that domn Delong unto the no
That doth belong unto the house of York, Glo. Stay, stay, I say !
From whence you spring by lineal descent. And if you love me, as yon say you do,
Plan. Thy bumable servant vows obedience, Let me persvade you to forbear a while.
And humble service, till the point of death. K. Hen. 0 how this discord doth afflict my I
K. Hen. Stoop tben, and set your knee against soul
my foot ; Can you, my lord of Winchester, bebold
And, in reguerdon * of that duty done, My sighs and tears, and will not ouce relent?
I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: Who shonld be pitiful, if you be not?
Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet; Or who should study to prefer a peace,
And rise created princely duke of York. If holy churchmen take delight in broils !
Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes inay War. My lord protector, yield ;-yield, Wir
fall I cliester ;
And as my duty springs so perish they Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,
That grudge one thought against your majesty! To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm.
All. Welcome, bigh prince, the mighty duke You see what mischief, and what murder too,
of York ! Hath been enacted through your enmity :
Som. Perish, base priuce, ignoble dnke of Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
(Aside. Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield.
Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty, Glo. Compassion on the king commands me To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France : stoop;
The presence of a king engenders love Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends; Should ever get that privilege of me.
As it disanimates his enemies. War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, kiag duke
Henry goes ; Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
For friendly counsel ents off many foes. As by bis smoothed brows it doth appear :
Glo. Your ships already are in readinese. Wby look you still so stern, and tragical ?
Ereunt all but EXETER. Glo. Here. Winchester. i offer thce my hand. Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in K. Hen. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard
France, you preach,
Not seeing what is likely to ensue:
Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,
Till bones, and flesb, and sinews, fall away,
And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
The bishop hath a kindly l As for at last brcak out into or