S CE NE II. Enter Mayor. Mayor. O my good Lords, and virtuous Henry, The Bishop's and the Duke of Glo'fter's men, Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones; That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: Enter feveral in skirmish with bloody pates: K. Henry. We charge you on allegiance to our felves, To hold your flaught'ring hands and keep the peace: Pray, uncle Glo'fter, mitigate this ftrife. 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 aside. 3 Serv. My Lord, we know your Grace to be a man And ere that we will fuffer fuch a Prince, Glou. Stay, 'tay,` And if you love me as you fay you do, [Begin again. Let 2 Bishop 3 but to his 4 ftay, I fay, Let me perfwade you to forbear a while. War. My Lord Protector, yield: yield, Winchester; Except you mean with obftinate repulfe To flay your Sovereign and deftroy 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 Beaufort: I have heard you preach, That malice was a great and grievous fin: And will not you maintain the thing you teach, But prove a chief offender in the fame? War. Sweet King! the Bishop hath a kindly gird: Win. Well, Duke of Glo'fter, I will yield to thee; Win. [Afide.] So help me God as I intend it not! How How joyful am I made by this contract! But join in friendship as your Lords have done. 2 Ser. So will I. 3 Serv. And I'll fee what phyfick the tavern affords.' SCENE [Exeunt. III. War. Accept this fcrowl, moft gracious Sovereign, Which'in right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your Majesty. [Prince, Glou. Well urg'd, my Lord of Warwick; For, fweet An if your Grace mark ev'ry circumstance, You have great reafon to do Richard right: At Eltham-place I told your Majesty. K. Henry. And thofe occafions, uncle, were of force: War. Let Richard be reftored to his blood, That doth belong unto the house of York, K. Henry. Stoop then, and fet your knee against my foot And in reguerdon of that duty done, I gird thee with the valiant fword of York, Rich. And fo thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! And as my duty fprings, fo perifh they in the right That That grudge one thought against your Majesty! All. Welcome, high Prince, the mighty Duke of York! Glou. Now will it beft avail your Majefty [Afide. K. Henry. When Glo'fter fays the word, King Henry goes; For friendly counfel cuts off many foes. Glou. Your fhips already are in readiness. Manet Exeter. [Exeunt. Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France, This late diffention grown betwixt the Peers [Exit. SCENE Enter Joan la Pucelle difguis'd, and four Soldiers with Pucel. THESE are the city gates, the gates of Roan, Take heed, be wary how you place your words, Therefore we'll knock. Watch. Qui va la? [Knocks. Pucel. Paifans pauvres gens de France. Poor market-folks that come to fell their corn. Watch. Enter, go in, the market-bell is rung. Pucel. Now, Roan, I'll fhake thy bulwarks to the ground. [Exeunt. Enter Dauphin, Bastard, and Reignier. Dau. St. Dennis blefs this happy ftratagem! Reig. By thrufting out a torch from yonder tow'r, Enter |