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Pucel. The Princely Charles of France, thy countryman. Burg. What fay'st thou, Charles? for I am marching nence. Dau. Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words. Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France, Stay, let thy humble hand-maid fpeak to thee. Burg. Speak on, but be not over-tedious.

Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, And fee the cities and the towns defac'd

By wafting ruin of the cruel foe.

As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
When death doth close his tender dying eyes;
See, fee the pining malady of France.

Behold the wounds, the moft unnat'ral wounds,
Which thou thy felf haft giv'n her woful breaft.
Oh, turn thy edged fword another way,

Strike thofe that hurt, and hurt not thofe that help:
One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bofom
Should grieve thee more than ftreams of common gore;
Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
And wash away thy country's ftained fpots.

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

Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaim on thee, Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.

Whom join't 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 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 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'ft against thy country-men,
And join'ft with them will be thy flaughter-men,

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Come,

Come, come, return, return, thou wand'ring Lord,
Charles and the reft 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 Baft. And doth beget new courage in our breafts. [fresh. 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 seek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt.

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Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, 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

To your obedience fifty fortreffes,

Twelve cities, and fev'n walled towns of ftrength,

Befide five hundred prifoners of esteem;

Lets fall the fword 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.

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

Glou. Yes, if it please your Majefty, my Licge.

K. Henry. Welcome, brave Captain and victorious Lord! When I was young (as yet I am not old)

* 'I was remember'd` how my father said,
A ftouter champion never handled fword.
Long fince we were refolved of your truth,
Your faithful fervice and your toil in war;
Yet never have you tasted our reward,

Or been reguerdon'd with fo much as thanks,
Becaufe 'till now we never faw your face:
Therefore stand up, and for these good deferts,
We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury,
And in our coronation take your place.

Manent Vernon and Baffet.

[Exeunt.

Ver. Now, Sir, to you that were fo hot at fea, Difgracing of these colours that I wear

In honour of my noble Lord of York;

Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st ?
Baf. Yes, Sir, as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your fawcy 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 bim.
Baf. Villain, thou know'ft the law of arms is fuch
That whofo draws a fword 'tis prefent death,
Or elfe this blow fhould broach thy deareft blood.
But I'll unto his Majefty, 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.

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[Exeunt.

ACT

ACTIV.
IV. SCENE I.

PARI S.

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

GLOUCESTER.

ORD Bishop, fet the crown upon his head.

LOR

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 fstate.

This fhall ye do, fo help you righteous God!

a 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 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 installed 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 trusty 'fquire did run away.

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(a) See the note on the fifth Scene of Act 3.

Pope.

In which affault we loft twelve hundred men,
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?

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 first 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 3 'worst extreams.
He then that is not furnifh'd in this fort
Doth but ufurp the facred name of Knight,
Prophaning this most 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.

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

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

Hath he forgot he is his Sovereign?

[Reading.

No more but plain and bluntly, To the King.

Or doth this churlish fuperfcription

Portend fome alteration in good will?

What's here? I have upon efpecial caufe,

[Reads.

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,

And join'd with Charles the rightful King of France.

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