And have our Bodies flaughter'd by thy Foes. And if you love me, as you fay you do, [Begin again. K. Henry. O how this Discord doth afflict my Soul! To flay your Sovereign, and destroy the Realm. War. Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the Duke Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my Hand. And will not you maintain the thing you teach? War. Sweet King; the Bishop hath a kindly gird: So So help me God, as I diffemble not. Win. So help me God, as I intend it not. K. Henry. Oh, loving Uncle, kind Duke of Glofter, But join in Friendship, as your Lords have done. 2 Serv. And fo will I. 3 Seru. And I will fee what Phyfick the Tavern affords. [Exeunt. War. Accept this Scrowl, moft gracious Sovereign, Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet, We do exhibit to your Majesty. Glo. Well urg'd, my Lord of Warwick; for,fweet Prir.ee, And if your Grace mark every Circumftance, You have great reason to do Richard right, Efpecially for those Occasions At Eltham Place I told your Majefty. K. Henry. And thofe Occafions, Uncle, were of force: Therefore, my loving Lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be reftored to his Blood. War. Let Richard be restored to his Blood, K. Henry. Stoop then, and fet your Knee against my Foot, And in reguerdon of that Duty done, I gird thee with the valiant Sword of York. Rife, Richard, like a true Plantagenet, Rich. And fo thrive Richard, as thy Foes may fall, And as my Duty fprings, fo perifh they That grudge one Thought against your Majefty. All Welcome, high Prince, the mighty Duke of York. Som. Perith, bafe Prince, ignoble Duke of York. [Ajide. VOL. IV. K Glo. Glo. Now will it beft avail your Majefty, To cross the Seas, and to be crown'd in France: Amongst his Subjects and his loyal Friends, K. Henry. When Glofter fays the word, King Henry goes, For Friendly Counsel cuts off many Foes. Glo. Your Ships already are in readiness. Manet Exeter. [Exeunt. Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France, This late Diffention grown betwixt the Peers, SCENE II. [Exit. Enter Joan la Pucelle difguis'd, and four Soldiers with Pucel. These are the City Gates, the Gates of Roan, Therefore Therefore we'll knock. [Knocks. Watch. Qui va la? Pucel. Paijans pauvres gens de France. Poor Market Folks that come to fell their Corn. Enter Dauphin, Bastard, and Alenfon. Dau. St. Dennis blefs this happy Stratagem, Reig. By thrusting out a Torch from yonder Tower, But burning fatal to the Talbonites. Baft. See noble Charles, the Beacon of our Friend, The burning Torch in yonder Turret stands. 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, prefently, And then do execution on the Watch." [An Alarm, Talbot in an Excurfion. Tal. France, thou fhalt rue this Treafon with thy Tears, If Talbot but furvive thy Treachery. Pucelle that Witch, that damned Sorcerefs, Hath wrought this hellish Mischief unawares, That hardly we escap'd the Pride of France [Exit Aa Alarm Excurfions, Bedford brought in fick in a Chair. Enter Talbot and Burgundy without; within Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Baftard and Reignier on the Walls. Pucel. Good morrow, Gallants, want ye Corn for Bread I think the Duke of Burgundy will faft, Before he'll buy again at such a rate. Twas full of Darnel; do you like the tafte? K 2 Burg Burg. Scoff on, vile Fiend, and shameless Curtizan, Dau Your Grace may ftarve, perhaps, before that time. Break a Lance, and run a Tilt at Death Within a Chair. Tal. Foul Fiend of France, and Hag of all despight, Or elfe let Talbot perish with his Shame. Pucel. Are you fo hot, Sir: Yet Pucelle hold thy Peace, If Talbot do but Thunder, Rain will follow. [They whisper together in Counsel. God fpeed the Parliament; who fhall be the Speaker? Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the Field? · Pucel. Belike your Lordship takes us then for Fools, To try if that our own be ours, or no. Tal. I fpeak not to that railing Hecate, Will ус, like Soldiers, come and fight it out? Tal. Seignior, hang: Bafe Muleteers of France, Pucel. Captains away, let's get us from the Walls, God be wi'you, my Lord; we came, Sir, but to tell you, Great |