GLO. You of my household, leave this peevish broil, And set this unaccustom'd fight afide.

3 SERV. My lord, we know your grace to be a man Juft and upright; and, for your royal birth, Inferior to none, but his majesty:

And, ere that we will fuffer fuch a prince,
So kind a father of the commonweal,

To be difgraced by an inkhorn mate,

We, and our wives, and children, all will fight,
And have our bodies flaughter'd by thy foes.

I SERV. Ay, and the very parings of our nails
Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.

GLO. Stay, stay, I fay!

And, if you love me, as you fay you do,

Let me perfuade you to forbear a while.

[Skirmish again.

K. HEN. O, how this difcord doth afflict my foul!— Can you, my lord of Winchefter, behold

My fighs and tears, and will not once relent?
Who fhould be pitiful, if you be not?

Or who should study to prefer a peace,

If holy churchmen take delight in broils?

WAR. My lord Protector, yield ;-yield Winchefter;Except you mean, with obftinate repulse,

To flay your fovereign, and destroy the realm,
You fee what mischief, and what murder too,
Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
WIN. He shall fubmit, or I will never yield.
GLO. Compaffion on the king commands me ftoop;
Or, I would fee his heart out, ere the priest

Should ever get that privilege of me.

WAR. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke Hath banish'd moody difcontented fury,

As by his smoothed brows it doth appear :
Why look you still so stern, and tragical?
GLO. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my

hand.

K. HEN. 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.—
For shame, my lord of Winchester ! relent;
What, fhall a child inftruct you what to do?
WIN. Well, duke of Glofter, I will yield to thee;
Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.

GLO. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.-
See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ;
This token ferveth for a flag of truce,
Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers:
So help me God, as I diffemble not!

WIN. So help me God, as I intend it not!

[Afide.

K. HEN. O loving uncle, kind duke of Glofter,

How joyful am I made by this contráct!—

Away, my masters! trouble us no more;

But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
I SERV. Content; I'll to the furgeon's.

2 SERV. And fo will I.

3 SERV. And I will fee what phyfick the tavern affords.

[Exeunt SERVANTS, MAYOR, &c.

WAR. Accept this fcroll, moft gracious fovereign;

Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet

We do exhibit to your majesty.

GLO. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick;-for, sweet

prince,

An if your grace mark every circumftance,

You have great reafon to do Richard right:

Especially, for those occafions

At Eltham-place I told your majesty.

K. HEN. And those 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;
So fhall his father's wrongs be recompens❜d.
WIN. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
K. HEN. If Richard will be true, not that alone,
But all the whole inheritance I give,

That doth belong unto the house of York,
From whence you spring by lineal descent.
PLAN. Thy humble fervant vows obedience,
And humble service, till the point of death.

K. HEN. Stoop then, and fet your knee against my foot; And, in reguerdon of that duty done,

I girt thee with the valiant fword of York:
Rife, Richard, like a true Plantagenet ;.

And rife created princely duke of York.

.

PLAN. And fo thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall! And as my duty fprings, fo perish they

[Afide.

That grudge one thought against your majefty!
ALL. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke of York!
SOM. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York!
GLO. Now will it best avail your majesty,
To cross the feas, and to be crown'd in France:
The prefence of a king engenders love

Among his fubjects, and his loyal friends;

As it difanimates his enemies.

K. HEN. When Glofter fays the word, king Henry goes;

For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

GLO. Your fhips already are in readiness.

[Exeunt all but EXETER.

EXE. Ay, we may march in England, or in France, Not seeing what is likely to enfue:

This late diffention, grown betwixt the peers,
Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,
And will at laft break out into a flame:
As fefter'd members rot but by degrees,
Till bones, and flesh, and finews, fall away,
So will this bafe and envious difcord breed.
And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth,
Was in the mouth of every fucking babe,-
That Henry, born at Monmouth, fhould win all;
And Henry, born at Windfor, fhould lose all :
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish
His days may finish ere that hapless time.

SCENE II. France. Before Roüen.

[Exit.

Enter LA PUCELLE difguis'd, and SOLDIERS dreffed like countrymen, with facks upon their backs.

Puc. Thefe are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
Through which our policy muft make a breach :
Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
Talk like the vulgar fort of market-men,
That come to gather money for their corn.
If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we fhall,)
And that we find the flothful watch but weak,
I'll by a fign give notice to our friends,
That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.

I SOL. Our facks fhall be a mean to fack the city,
And we be lords and rulers over Roüen;
Therefore we'll knock.

GUARD. [Within.] Qui eft là ?

Puc. Paifans, pauvres gens de France:

[Knocks.

Poor market-folks, that come to fell their corn.
GUARD. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung.

[Opens the gates. Puc. Now, Roüen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground. [PUCELLE, &c. enter the city.

Enter CHARLES, BASTARD of Orleans, ALENÇON, and

Forces.

CHAR. Saint Dennis bless this happy ftratagem!
And once again we'll fleep fecure in Roüen.
BAST. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practifants:
Now the is there, how will fhe fpecify

Where is the best and safest paffage in?

ALEN. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; Which, once difcern'd, fhows, that her meaning is,— No way to that, for weakness, which fhe enter'd. Enter LA PUCELLE on a battlement; holding out a torch burning.

Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch,

That joineth Roüen unto her countrymen ;

But burning fatal to the Talbotites.

BAST. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our friend,

The burning torch in yonder turret ftands.

CHAR. Now fhine it like a comet of revenge,

A prophet to the fall of all our foes!

ALEN. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends; Enter, and cry-The Dauphin !-presently,

And then do execution on the watch.

[They enter

Alarums. Enter TALBOT, and certain English. TAL. France, thou fhalt rue this treafon with thy

tears,

If Talbot but furvive thy treachery.—

Pucelle, that witch, that damned forcerefs,
Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,

VOL. IV.

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