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Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)
The first Part of Henry the Sixt.
1Actus Primus. Scoena Prima.
2 Dead March.
3 Enter the Funerall of King Henry the Fift, attended on by
4the Duke of Bedford, Regent of France; the Duke
5of Gloster, Protector; the Duke of Exeter War-
6wicke, the Bishop of Winchester, and
7the Duke of Somerset.
8 Bedford.
9HVng be ye heauens with black, yield day to night;
10Comets importing change of Times and States,
12And with them scourge the bad reuolting Stars,
13That haue consented vnto Henries death:
14King Henry the Fift, too famous to liue long,
16 Glost. England ne're had a King vntill his time:
18His brandisht Sword did blinde men with his beames,
19His Armes spred wider then a Dragons Wings:
21More dazled and droue back his Enemies,
24He ne're lift vp his Hand, but conquered.
26Henry is dead, and neuer shall reuiue:
27Vpon a Woodden Coffinwe attend;
30Like Captiues bound to a Triumphant Carre.
32That plotted thus our Glories ouerthrow?
34Coniurers and Sorcerers, that afraid of him,
35By Magick Verses haue contriu'd his end.
37Vnto the French, the dreadfull Iudgement-Day
39The Battailes of the Lord of Hosts he fought:
41 Glost. The Church? where is it?
42Had not Church-men pray'd,
44None doe you like, but an effeminate Prince,
45Whom like a Schoole-boy you may ouer-awe.
47And lookest to command the Prince and Realme.
48Thy Wife is prowd, she holdeth thee in awe,
49More then God or Religious Church-men may.
51And ne're throughout the yeere to Church thou go'st,
52Except it be to pray against thy foes.
54Let's to the Altar: Heralds wayt on vs;
56Since Armes auayle not, now that Henry's dead,
57Posteritie await for wretched yeeres,
60And none but Women left to wayle the dead.
61Henry the Fift, thy Ghost I inuocate:
62Prosper this Realme, keepe it from Ciuill Broyles,
63Combat with aduerse Planets in the Heauens;
64A farre more glorious Starre thy Soule will make,
66 Enter a Messenger.
68Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
76If Henry were recall'd to life againe,
79 Mess. No trecherie, but want of Men and Money.
80Amongst the Souldiers this is muttered,
83You are disputing of your Generals.
86A third thinkes, without expence at all,
87By guilefull faire words, Peace may be obtayn'd.
90Cropt are the Flower-de-Luces in your Armes
91Of Englands Coat, one halfe is cut away.
92 Exe. Were our Teares wanting to this Funerall,
99 Enter to them another Messenger.
101France is reuolted from the English quite,
103The Dolphin Charles is crowned King in Rheimes:
104The Bastard of Orleance with him is ioyn'd:
105Reynold, Duke of Aniou, doth take his part,
112An Army haue I muster'd in my thoughts,
113Wherewith already France is ouer-run.
114Enter another Messenger.
116Wherewith you now bedew King Henries hearse,
118Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot, and the French.
121The circumstance Ile tell you more at large.
123Retyring from the Siege of Orleance,
125By three and twentie thousand of the French
127No leysure had he to enranke his men.
128He wanted Pikes to set before his Archers:
130They pitched in the ground confusedly,
132More then three houres the fight continued:
133Where valiant Talbot, aboue humane thought,
134Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance.
137The French exclaym'd, the Deuill was in Armes,
138All the whole Army stood agaz'd on him.
139His Souldiers spying his vndaunted Spirit,
140A Talbot, a Talbot, cry'd out amaine,
141And rusht into the Bowels of the Battaile.
144He being in the Vauward, plac't behinde,
145With purpose to relieue and follow them,
147Hence grew the generall wrack and massacre:
148Enclosed were they with their Enemies.
150Thrust Talbot with a Speare into the Back,
154For liuing idly here, in pompe and ease,
156Vnto his dastard foe-men is betray'd.
158And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford:
161Ile hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne,
163Foure of their Lords Ile change for one of ours.
165Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
166To keepe our great Saint Georges Feast withall.
167Ten thousand Souldiers with me I will take,
170The English Army is growne weake and faint:
171The Earle of Salisbury craueth supply,
172And hardly keepes his men from mutinie,
175Eyther to quell the Dolphin vtterly,
176Or bring him in obedience to your yoake.
178To goe about my preparation. Exit Bedford.
180To view th'Artillerie and Munition,
181And then I will proclayme young Henry King.
182 Exit Gloster.
184Being ordayn'd his speciall Gouernor,
187I am left out; for me nothing remaines:
188But long I will not be Iack out of Office.
189The King from Eltam I intend to send,
191 Exit.
192 Sound a Flourish.
193 Enter Charles, Alanson, and Reigneir, marching
194 with Drum and Souldiers.
196So in the Earth, to this day is not knowne.
202Faintly besiege vs one houre in a moneth.
204Eyther they must be dyeted like Mules,
205And haue their Prouender ty'd to their mouthes,
206Or pitteous they will looke, like drowned Mice.
208Talbot is taken, whom we wont to feare:
209Remayneth none but mad-brayn'd Salisbury,
210And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
211Nor men nor Money hath he to make Warre.
213Now for the honour of the forlorne French:
214Him I forgiue my death, that killeth me,
216 Here Alarum, they are beaten back by the
217 English, with great losse.
218 Enter Charles, Alanson, and Reigneir.
221But that they left me 'midst my Enemies.
223He fighteth as one weary of his life:
224The other Lords, like Lyons wanting foode,
225Doe rush vpon vs as their hungry prey.
227England all Oliuers and Rowlands breed,
228During the time Edward the third did raigne:
229More truly now may this be verified;
233They had such courage and audacitie?
234 Charles. Let's leaue this Towne,
235For they are hayre-brayn'd Slaues,
236And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
237Of old I know them; rather with their Teeth
244 Enter the Bastard of Orleance.
245 Bastard. Where's the Prince Dolphin? I haue newes
246for him.
249Hath the late ouerthrow wrought this offence?
251A holy Maid hither with me I bring,
253Ordayned is to rayse this tedious Siege,
254And driue the English forth the bounds of France:
256Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome:
259For they are certaine, and vnfallible.
261Reignier stand thou as Dolphin in my place;
264 Enter Ioane Puzel.
266drous feats?
268Where is the Dolphin? Come, come from behinde,
270Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me;
271In priuate will I talke with thee apart:
272Stand back you Lords, and giue vs leaue a while.
275My wit vntrayn'd in any kind of Art:
276Heauen and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd
279And to Sunnes parching heat display'd my cheekes,
280Gods Mother deigned to appeare to me,
282Will'd me to leaue my base Vocation,
283And free my Countrey from Calamitie:
286And whereas I was black and swart before,
290And I will answer vnpremeditated:
291My Courage trie by Combat, if thou dar'st,
294If thou receiue me for thy Warlike Mate.
296Onely this proofe Ile of thy Valour make,
300 Puzel. I am prepar'd: here is my keene-edg'd Sword,
306 Here they fight, and Ioane de Puzel ouercomes.
310weake.
312Impatiently I burne with thy desire,
316'Tis the French Dolphin sueth to thee thus.
319When I haue chased all thy Foes from hence,
320Then will I thinke vpon a recompence.
322Thrall.
323 Reigneir. My Lord me thinkes is very long in talke.
327meane?
331Shall we giue o're Orleance, or no?
335it out.
339Since I haue entred into these Warres.
340Glory is like a Circle in the Water,
345Now am I like that prowd insulting Ship,
348Thou with an Eagle art inspired then.
350Nor yet S. Philips daughters were like thee.
352How may I reuerently worship thee enough?
354Siege.
356Driue them from Orleance, and be immortaliz'd.
359 Enter Gloster, with his Seruing-men.
361Since Henries death, I feare there is Conueyance:
369We doe no otherwise then wee are will'd.
372Breake vp the Gates, Ile be your warrantize;
374 Glosters men rush at the Tower Gates, and Wooduile
375 the Lieutenant speakes within.
377wee here?
379Open the Gates, here's Gloster that would enter.
381The Cardinall of Winchester forbids:
382From him I haue expresse commandement,
383That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
385Arrogant Winchester, that haughtie Prelate,
386Whom Henry our late Soueraigne ne're could brooke?
387Thou art no friend to God, or to the King:
391 Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates, Winchester
392 and his men in Tawney Coates.
394this?
396shut out?
398And not Protector of the King or Realme.
400Thou that contriued'st to murther our dead Lord,
402Ile canuas thee in thy broad Cardinalls Hat,
403If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
408Thy Scarlet Robes, as a Childs bearing Cloth,
411face.
413Draw men, for all this priuiledged place,
416Vnder my feet I stampe thy Cardinalls Hat:
418Here by the Cheekes Ile drag thee vp and downe.
420Pope.
424Out Tawney-Coates, out Scarlet Hypocrite.
425 Here Glosters men beat out the Cardinalls men,
426 and enter in the hurly-burly the Maior
427of London, and his Officers.
431Here's Beauford, that regards nor God nor King,
435O're-charging your free Purses with large Fines;
436That seekes to ouerthrow Religion,
438And would haue Armour here out of the Tower,
441 Here they skirmish againe.
443But to make open Proclamation.
446against Gods Peace and the Kings, wee charge and command
453Thy heart-blood I will haue for this dayes worke.
455This Cardinall's more haughtie then the Deuill.
457may'st.
459For I intend to haue it ere long. Exeunt.
463 Enter the Master Gunner of Orleance, and
464 his Boy.
466And how the English haue the Suburbs wonne.
470Chiefe Master Gunner am I of this Towne,
471Something I must doe to procure me grace:
472The Princes espyals haue informed me,
474Went through a secret Grate of Iron Barres,
475In yonder Tower, to ouer-peere the Citie,
477They may vex vs with Shot or with Assault.
478To intercept this inconuenience,
479A Peece of Ordnance 'gainst it I haue plac'd,
480And euen these three dayes haue I watcht,
481If I could see them. Now doe thou watch,
482For I can stay no longer.
487 Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the Turrets,
488 with others.
491Or by what meanes got's thou to be releas'd?
494Call'd the braue Lord Ponton de Santrayle,
496But with a baser man of Armes by farre,
497Once in contempt they would haue barter'd me:
503If I now had him brought into my power.
505tain'd.
507In open Market-place produc't they me,
511Then broke I from the Officers that led me,
512And with my nayles digg'd stones out of the ground,
513To hurle at the beholders of my shame.
516In Iron Walls they deem'd me not secure:
518That they suppos'd I could rend Barres of Steele,
520Wherefore a guard of chosen Shot I had,
521That walkt about me euery Minute while:
522And if I did but stirre out of my Bed,
523Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
524 Enter the Boy with a Linstock.
525 Salisb. I grieue to heare what torments you endur'd,
527Now it is Supper time in Orleance:
529And view the Frenchmen how they fortifie:
532Let me haue your expresse opinions,
533Where is best place to make our Batt'ry next?
535Lords.
536 Glansdale. And I heere, at the Bulwarke of the
537Bridge.
540 Salisbury falls downe.
548That hath contriu'd this wofull Tragedie.
554One Eye thou hast to looke to Heauen for grace.
555The Sunne with one Eye vieweth all the World.
556Heauen be thou gracious to none aliue,
557If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands.
558Beare hence his Body, I will helpe to bury it.
560Speake vnto Talbot, nay, looke vp to him.
561Salisbury cheare thy Spirit with this comfort,
562Thou shalt not dye whiles----
565Remember to auenge me on the French.
566Plantaginet I will, and like thee,
567Play on the Lute, beholding the Townes burne:
568Wretched shall France be onely in my Name.
569 Here an Alarum, and it Thunders and Lightens.
572 Enter a Messenger.
574The Dolphin, with one Ioane de Puzel ioyn'd,
577 Here Salisbury lifteth himselfe vp, and groanes.
579It irkes his heart he cannot be reueng'd.
583And make a Quagmire of your mingled braines.
584Conuey me Salisbury into his Tent,
586 Alarum. Exeunt.
587 Here an Alarum againe, and Talbot pursueth the Dolphin,
588 and driueth him: Then enter Ioane de Puzel,
589 driuing Englishmen before her.
590 Then enter Talbot.
593A Woman clad in Armour chaseth them.
594 Enter Puzel.
597Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a Witch,
600thee. Here they fight.
605 They fight againe.
608 A short Alarum: then enter the Towne
609with Souldiers.
611Goe, goe, cheare vp thy hungry-starued men,
614 Talb. My thoughts are whirled like a Potters Wheele,
615I know not where I am, nor what I doe:
619Are from their Hyues and Houses driuen away.
621Now like to Whelpes, we crying runne away.
622 A short Alarum.
623Hearke Countreymen, eyther renew the fight,
624Or teare the Lyons out of Englands Coat;
626Sheepe run not halfe so trecherous from the Wolfe,
627Or Horse or Oxen from the Leopard,
629 Alarum. Here another Skirmish.
630It will not be, retyre into your Trenches:
633Puzel is entred into Orleance,
635O would I were to dye with Salisbury,
636The shame hereof, will make me hide my head.
637 Exit Talbot.
638 Alarum, Retreat, Flourish.
639 Enter on the Walls, Puzel, Dolphin, Reigneir,
640 Alanson, and Souldiers.
641 Puzel. Aduance our wauing Colours on the Walls,
643Thus Ioane de Puzel hath perform'd her word.
647That one day bloom'd, and fruitfull were the next.
649Recouer'd is the Towne of Orleance,
650More blessed hap did ne're befall our State.
651 Reigneir. Why ring not out the Bells alowd,
652Throughout the Towne?
653Dolphin command the Citizens make Bonfires,
655To celebrate the ioy that God hath giuen vs.
656 Alans. All France will be repleat with mirth and ioy,
657When they shall heare how we haue play'd the men.
659For which, I will diuide my Crowne with her,
660And all the Priests and Fryers in my Realme,
662A statelyer Pyramis to her Ile reare,
663Then Rhodophe's or Memphis euer was.
668Before the Kings and Queenes of France.
669No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,
670But Ioane de Puzel shall be France's Saint.
671Come in, and let vs Banquet Royally,
672After this Golden Day of Victorie.
673 Flourish. Exeunt.
674Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.
675 Enter a Sergeant of a Band, with two Sentinels.
677If any noyse or Souldier you perceiue
679Let vs haue knowledge at the Court of Guard.
681(When others sleepe vpon their quiet beds)
683 Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with scaling
684 Ladders: Their Drummesbeating a
685 Dead March.
686 Tal. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
687By whose approach, the Regions of Artoys,
688Wallon, and Picardy, are friends to vs:
689This happy night, the Frenchmen are secure,
690Hauing all day carows'd and banquetted,
691Embrace we then this opportunitie,
693Contriu'd by Art, and balefull Sorcerie.
695Dispairing of his owne armes fortitude,
696To ioyne with Witches, and the helpe of Hell.
697 Bur. Traitors haue neuer other company.
702If vnderneath the Standard of the French
703She carry Armour, as she hath begun.
709That we do make our entrance seuerall wayes:
710That if it chance the one of vs do faile,
712 Bed. Agreed; Ile to yond corner.
713 Bur. And I to this.
715Now Salisbury, for thee and for the right
717How much in duty, I am bound to both.
719 Cry, S. George, A Talbot.
720 The French leape ore the walles in their shirts. Enter
721 seuerall wayes, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier,
722 halfe ready, and halfe vnready.
726Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores.
728Nere heard I of a warlike enterprize
730 Bast. I thinke this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell.
733 Enter Charles and Ioane.
737Make vs partakers of a little gayne,
739 Ioane. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
740At all times will you haue my Power alike?
742Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
743Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good,
746That being Captaine of the Watch to Night,
747Did looke no better to that weightie Charge.
749As that whereof I had the gouernment,
755I was imploy'd in passing to and fro,
756About relieuing of the Centinels.
760But weakely guarded, where the breach was made:
763And lay new Plat-formes to endammage them.
764 Exeunt.
765 Alarum. Enter a Souldier, crying, a Talbot, a Talbot:
766 they flye, leauing their Clothes behind.
768The Cry of Talbot serues me for a Sword,
769For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles,
771 Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundie.
773Whose pitchy Mantle ouer-vayl'd the Earth.
776And here aduance it in the Market-Place,
777The middle Centure of this cursed Towne.
778Now haue I pay'd my Vow vnto his Soule:
779For euery drop of blood was drawne from him,
781And that hereafter Ages may behold
782What ruine happened in reuenge of him,
785Vpon the which, that euery one may reade,
786Shall be engrau'd the sacke of Orleance,
787The trecherous manner of his mournefull death,
788And what a terror he had beene to France.
789But Lords, in all our bloudy Massacre,
790I muse we met not with the Dolphins Grace,
791His new-come Champion, vertuous Ioane of Acre,
792Nor any of his false Confederates.
795They did amongst the troupes of armed men,
796Leape o're the Walls for refuge in the field.
800When Arme in Arme they both came swiftly running,
801Like to a payre of louing Turtle-Doues,
802That could not liue asunder day or night.
803After that things are set in order here,
804Wee'le follow them with all the power we haue.
805 Enter a Messenger.
807Call ye the Warlike Talbot, for his Acts
808So much applauded through the Realme of France?
811With modestie admiring thy Renowne,
817Will turne vnto a peacefull Comick sport,
818When Ladyes craue to be encountred with.
821Could not preuayle with all their Oratorie,
822Yet hath a Womans kindnesse ouer-rul'd:
823And therefore tell her, I returne great thankes,
825Will not your Honors beare me company?
828Are often welcommest when they are gone.
830I meane to proue this Ladyes courtesie.
831Come hither Captaine, you perceiue my minde.
832 Whispers.
833 Capt. I doe my Lord, and meane accordingly.
834 Exeunt.
835 Enter Countesse.
839 Count. The Plot is layd, if all things fall out right,
840I shall as famous be by this exploit,
842Great is the rumour of this dreadfull Knight,
843And his atchieuements of no lesse account:
844Faine would mine eyes be witnesse with mine eares,
846 Enter Messenger and Talbot.
850 Mess. Madame, it is.
851 Count. Is this the Scourge of France?
853That with his Name the Mothers still their Babes?
857And large proportion of his strong knit Limbes.
858Alas, this is a Child, a silly Dwarfe:
859It cannot be, this weake and writhled shrimpe
861 Talb. Madame, I haue beene bold to trouble you:
864 Count. What meanes he now?
865Goe aske him, whither he goes?
866 Mess. Stay my Lord Talbot, for my Lady craues,
867To know the cause of your abrupt departure?
869I goe to certifie her Talbot's here.
870 Enter Porter with Keyes.
875Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
876For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs:
878And I will chayne these Legges and Armes of thine,
884Thy mirth shall turne to moane.
889 Talb. I am indeede.
894And least proportion of Humanitie:
895I tell you Madame, were the whole Frame here,
898 Count. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce,
899He will be here, and yet he is not here:
900How can these contrarieties agree?
902 Winds his Horne, Drummes strike vp, a Peale
903of Ordenance: Enter Souldiors.
907With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes,
909And in a moment makes them desolate.
912And more then may be gathered by thy shape.
913Let my presumption not prouoke thy wrath,
914For I am sorry, that with reuerence
915I did not entertaine thee as thou art.
917The minde of Talbot, as you did mistake
918The outward composition of his body.
921But onely with your patience, that we may
924 Count. With all my heart, and thinke me honored,
926 Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset,
927Poole, and others.
928 Yorke. Great Lords and Gentlemen,
929What meanes this silence?
931 Suff. Within the Temple Hall we were too lowd,
932The Garden here is more conuenient.
935 Suff. Faith I haue beene a Truant in the Law,
936And neuer yet could frame my will to it,
937And therefore frame the Law vnto my will.
939tweene vs.
941Between two Dogs, which hath the deeper mouth,
942Between two Blades, which beares the better temper,
947Good faith I am no wiser then a Daw.
950That any purblind eye may find it out.
953That it will glimmer through a blind-mans eye.
956Let him that is a true-borne Gentleman,
957And stands vpon the honor of his birth,
960 Som. Let him that is no Coward, nor no Flatterer,
961But dare maintaine the partie of the truth,
963 War. I loue no Colours: and without all colour
965I pluck this white Rose with Plantagenet.
968 Vernon. Stay Lords and Gentlemen, and pluck no more
971Shall yeeld the other in the right opinion.
974 York. And I.
976I pluck this pale and Maiden Blossome here,
982Opinion shall be Surgeon to my hurt,
986The argument you held, was wrong in you;
990Shall dye your white Rose in a bloody red.
993The truth on our side.
994 Som. No Plantagenet:
995'Tis not for feare, but anger, that thy cheekes
997And yet thy tongue will not confesse thy error.
1009thee.
1010 Suff. Ile turne my part thereof into thy throat.
1014His Grandfather was Lyonel Duke of Clarence,
1015Third Sonne to the third Edward King of England:
1017 Yorke. He beares him on the place's Priuiledge,
1019 Som. By him that made me, Ile maintaine my words
1020On any Plot of Ground in Christendome.
1021Was not thy Father Richard, Earle of Cambridge,
1025His Trespas yet liues guiltie in thy blood,
1027 Yorke. My Father was attached, not attainted,
1029And that Ile proue on better men then Somerset,
1030Were growing time once ripened to my will.
1031For your partaker Poole, and you your selfe,
1032Ile note you in my Booke of Memorie,
1036And know vs by these Colours for thy Foes,
1039As Cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
1040Will I for euer, and my Faction weare,
1041Vntill it wither with me to my Graue,
1046chard. Exit.
1048it?
1050Shall be whipt out in the next Parliament,
1052And if thou be not then created Yorke,
1053I will not liue to be accounted Warwicke.
1056Will I vpon thy partie weare this Rose.
1057And here I prophecie: this brawle to day,
1058Growne to this faction in the Temple Garden,
1060A thousand Soules to Death and deadly Night.
1062That you on my behalfe would pluck a Flower.
1065 Yorke. Thankes gentle.
1066Come, let vs foure to Dinner: I dare say,
1067This Quarrell will drinke Blood another day.
1068 Exeunt.
1069 Enter Mortimer, brought in a Chayre,
1070and Iaylors.
1071 Mort. Kind Keepers of my weake decaying Age,
1073Euen like a man new haled from the Wrack,
1074So fare my Limbes with long Imprisonment:
1077Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
1079Waxe dimme, as drawing to their Exigent.
1080Weake Shoulders, ouer-borne with burthening Griefe,
1084(Vnable to support this Lumpe of Clay)
1085Swift-winged with desire to get a Graue,
1086As witting I no other comfort haue.
1087But tell me, Keeper, will my Nephew come?
1092Poore Gentleman, his wrong doth equall mine.
1094Before whose Glory I was great in Armes,
1097Depriu'd of Honor and Inheritance.
1101I would his troubles likewise were expir'd,
1103 Enter Richard.
1105 Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
1110Oh tell me when my Lippes doe touch his Cheekes,
1111That I may kindly giue one fainting Kisse.
1112And now declare sweet Stem from Yorkes great Stock,
1116This day in argument vpon a Case,
1119And did vpbrayd me with my Fathers death;
1120Which obloquie set barres before my tongue,
1121Else with the like I had requited him.
1122Therefore good Vnckle, for my Fathers sake,
1123In honor of a true Plantagenet,
1127And hath detayn'd me all my flowring Youth,
1128Within a loathsome Dungeon, there to pyne,
1131For I am ignorant, and cannot guesse.
1133And Death approach not, ere my Tale be done.
1134Henry the Fourth, Grandfather to this King,
1135Depos'd his Nephew Richard, Edwards Sonne,
1138During whose Reigne, the Percies of the North,
1140Endeuour'd my aduancement to the Throne.
1142Was, for that (young Richard thus remou'd,
1143Leauing no Heire begotten of his Body)
1144I was the next by Birth and Parentage:
1145For by my Mother, I deriued am
1146From Lionel Duke of Clarence, third Sonne
1147To King Edward the Third; whereas hee,
1148From Iohn of Gaunt doth bring his Pedigree,
1149Being but fourth of that Heroick Lyne.
1150But marke: as in this haughtie great attempt,
1151They laboured, to plant the rightfull Heire,
1152I lost my Libertie, and they their Liues.
1153Long after this, when Henry the Fift
1154(Succeeding his Father Bullingbrooke) did reigne;
1156From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of Yorke,
1159Leuied an Army, weening to redeeme,
1160And haue install'd me in the Diademe:
1162And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
1166And that my fainting words doe warrant death:
1168But yet be wary in thy studious care.
1170But yet me thinkes, my Fathers execution
1171Was nothing lesse then bloody Tyranny.
1174And like a Mountaine, not to be remou'd.
1175But now thy Vnckle is remouing hence,
1176As Princes doe their Courts, when they are cloy'd
1177With long continuance in a setled place.
1179Might but redeeme the passage of your Age.
1181Which giueth many Wounds, when one will kill.
1183Onely giue order for my Funerall.
1184And so farewell, and faire be all thy hopes,
1188And like a Hermite ouer-past thy dayes.
1190And what I doe imagine, let that rest.
1193Here dyes the duskie Torch of Mortimer,
1194Choakt with Ambition of the meaner sort.
1198And therefore haste I to the Parliament,
1199Eyther to be restored to my Blood,
1200Or make my will th'aduantage of my good. Exit.
1201Actus Tertius. Scena Prima.
1202 Flourish. Enter King, Exeter, Gloster, Winchester, Warwick,
1203Somerset, Suffolk, Richard Plantagenet. Gloster offers
1204 to put vp a Bill: Winchester snatches it, teares it.
1208Or ought intend'st to lay vnto my charge,
1214Thinke not, although in Writing I preferr'd
1215The manner of thy vile outragious Crymes,
1216That therefore I haue forg'd, or am not able
1217Verbatim to rehearse the Methode of my Penne.
1220As very Infants prattle of thy pride.
1222Froward by nature, Enemie to Peace,
1226In that thou layd'st a Trap to take my Life,
1227As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower.
1230From enuious mallice of thy swelling heart.
1232To giue me hearing what I shall reply.
1234As he will haue me: how am I so poore?
1238More then I doe? except I be prouok'd.
1240It is not that, that hath incens'd the Duke:
1243And that engenders Thunder in his breast,
1245But he shall know I am as good.
1246 Glost. As good?
1247Thou Bastard of my Grandfather.
1249But one imperious in anothers Throne?
1251 Winch. And am not I a Prelate of the Church?
1255 Glost. Thou art reuerent,
1258 Warw. Roame thither then.
1259My Lord, it were your dutie to forbeare.
1261Me thinkes my Lord should be Religious,
1267Is not his Grace Protector to the King?
1274I would preuayle, if Prayers might preuayle,
1275To ioyne your hearts in loue and amitie.
1276Oh, what a Scandall is it to our Crowne,
1279Ciuill dissention is a viperous Worme,
1280That gnawes the Bowels of the Common-wealth.
1281 A noyse within, Downe with the
1282 Tawny-Coats.
1283 King. What tumult's this?
1284 Warw. An Vprore, I dare warrant,
1285Begun through malice of the Bishops men.
1286 A noyse againe, Stones, Stones.
1287 Enter Maior.
1288 Maior. Oh my good Lords, and vertuous Henry,
1289Pitty the Citie of London, pitty vs:
1291Forbidden late to carry any Weapon,
1293And banding themselues in contrary parts,
1295That many haue their giddy braynes knockt out:
1296Our Windowes are broke downe in euery Street,
1297And we,for feare,compell'd to shut our Shops.
1298 Enter in skirmish with bloody Pates.
1303to it with our Teeth.
1305 Skirmish againe.
1312So kinde a Father of the Common-weale,
1313To be disgraced by an Inke-horne Mate,
1314Wee and our Wiues and Children all will fight,
1315And haue our bodyes slaughtred by thy foes.
1317Shall pitch a Field when we are dead.
1318 Begin againe.
1320And if you loue me, as you say you doe,
1321Let me perswade you to forbeare a while.
1327If holy Church-men take delight in broyles?
1332Hath beene enacted through your enmitie:
1333Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
1337Should euer get that priuiledge of me.
1340As by his smoothed Browes it doth appeare:
1343 King. Fie Vnckle Beauford, I haue heard you preach,
1344That Mallice was a great and grieuous sinne:
1345And will not you maintaine the thing you teach?
1351Loue for thy Loue, and Hand for Hand I giue.
1353See here my Friends and louing Countreymen,
1354This token serueth for a Flagge of Truce,
1360Away my Masters, trouble vs no more,
1365fords. Exeunt.
1367Which in the Right of Richard Plantagenet,
1370And if your Grace marke euery circumstance,
1371You haue great reason to doe Richard right,
1373At Eltam Place I told your Maiestie.
1378So shall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't.
1381But all the whole Inheritance I giue,
1382That doth belong vnto the House of Yorke,
1387And in reguerdon of that dutie done,
1388I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of Yorke:
1390And rise created Princely Duke of Yorke.
1394 All. Welcome high Prince, the mighty Duke of Yorke.
1398The presence of a King engenders loue
1400As it dis-animates his Enemies.
1404 Senet. Flourish. Exeunt.
1405 Manet Exeter.
1408This late dissention growne betwixt the Peeres,
1409Burnes vnder fained ashes of forg'd loue,
1411As festred members rot but by degree,
1414And now I feare that fatall Prophecie,
1415Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fift,
1416Was in the mouth of euery sucking Babe,
1417That Henry borne at Monmouth should winne all,
1421Scoena Secunda.
1422 Enter Pucell disguis'd, with foure Souldiors with
1423 Sacks vpon their backs.
1425Through which our Pollicy must make a breach.
1426Take heed, be wary how you place your words,
1427Talke like the vulgar sort of Market men,
1428That come to gather Money for their Corne.
1431Ile by a signe giue notice to our friends,
1432That Charles the Dolphin may encounter them.
1434And we be Lords and Rulers ouer Roan,
1435Therefore wee'le knock. Knock.
1438Poore Market folkes that come to sell their Corne.
1441ground. Exeunt.
1442 Enter Charles, Bastard, Alanson.
1451 Enter Pucell on the top, thrusting out a
1452Torch burning.
1454That ioyneth Roan vnto her Countreymen,
1455But burning fatall to the Talbonites.
1456 Bastard. See Noble Charles the Beacon of our friend,
1457The burning Torch in yonder Turret stands.
1459A Prophet to the fall of all our Foes.
1461Enter and cry, the Dolphin, presently,
1462And then doe execution on the Watch. Alarum.
1463 An Alarum. Talbot in an Excursion.
1465If Talbot but suruiue thy Trecherie.
1469 An Alarum: Excursions. Bedford brought
1470in sicke in a Chayre.
1471 Enter Talbot and Burgonie without: within, Pucell,
1472 Charles, Bastard, and Reigneir on the Walls.
1474I thinke the Duke of Burgonie will fast,
1475Before hee'le buy againe at such a rate.
1476'Twas full of Darnell: doe you like the taste?
1478I trust ere long to choake thee with thine owne,
1481time.
1483son.
1485Breake a Launce, and runne a-Tilt at Death,
1486Within a Chayre.
1489Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age,
1490And twit with Cowardise a man halfe dead?
1494If Talbot doe but Thunder, Raine will follow.
1495 They whisper together in counsell.
1499To try if that our owne be ours, or no.
1503 Alans. Seignior no.
1505Like Pesant foot-Boyes doe they keepe the Walls,
1506And dare not take vp Armes, like Gentlemen.
1508For Talbot meanes no goodnesse by his Lookes.
1509God b'uy my Lord, we came but to tell you
1510That wee are here. Exeunt from the Walls.
1513Vow Burgonie, by honor of thy House,
1515Either to get the Towne againe, or dye.
1517And as his Father here was Conqueror;
1518As sure as in this late betrayed Towne,
1519Great Cordelions Heart was buryed;
1521 Burg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy
1522Vowes.
1524The valiant Duke of Bedford: Come my Lord,
1529And will be partner of your weale or woe.
1531 Bedf. Not to be gone from hence: for once I read,
1534Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts,
1538And now no more adoe, braue Burgonie,
1539But gather we our Forces out of hand,
1541 An Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir Iohn
1542 Falstaffe, and a Captaine.
1545We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe.
1548 Exit.
1550 Exit.
1551 Retreat. Excursions. Pucell, Alanson, and
1552 Charles flye.
1554For I haue seene our Enemies ouerthrow.
1558 Bedford dyes, and is carryed in by two in his Chaire.
1559 An Alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgonie, and
1560 the rest.
1562This is a double Honor, Burgonie:
1563Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie.
1564 Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot, Burgonie
1566Thy noble Deeds, as Valors Monuments.
1568I thinke her old Familiar is asleepe.
1570What all amort? Roan hangs her head for griefe,
1572Now will we take some order in the Towne,
1574And then depart to Paris, to the King,
1575For there young Henry with his Nobles lye.
1578The Noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,
1580A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce,
1581A gentler Heart did neuer sway in Court.
1584Scaena Tertia.
1585 Enter Charles, Bastard, Alanson, Pucell.
1587Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered:
1589For things that are not to be remedy'd.
1590Let frantike Talbot triumph for a while,
1591And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle,
1592Wee'le pull his Plumes, and take away his Trayne,
1593If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd.
1594 Charles. We haue been guided by thee hitherto,
1595And of thy Cunning had no diffidence,
1598And we will make thee famous through the World.
1601Employ thee then, sweet Virgin, for our good.
1604We will entice the Duke of Burgonie
1605To leaue the Talbot, and to follow vs.
1606 Charles. I marry Sweeting, if we could doe that,
1607France were no place for Henryes Warriors,
1609But be extirped from our Prouinces.
1611And not haue Title of an Earledome here.
1613To bring this matter to the wished end.
1614Drumme sounds a farre off.
1616Their Powers are marching vnto Paris-ward.
1617 Here sound an English March.
1619And all the Troupes of English after him.
1620 French March.
1621Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his:
1622Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde.
1623Summon a Parley, we will talke with him.
1624Trumpets sound a Parley.
1625 Charles. A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie.
1626 Burg. Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie?
1628man.
1630hence.
1632words.
1637And see the Cities and the Townes defac't,
1638By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe,
1639As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe,
1644Oh turne thy edged Sword another way,
1646One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome,
1647Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore.
1648Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares,
1651Or Nature makes me suddenly relent.
1653Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie.
1656When Talbot hath set footing once in France,
1659And thou be thrust out, like a Fugitiue?
1660Call we to minde, and marke but this for proofe:
1661Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe?
1662And was he not in England Prisoner?
1663But when they heard he was thine Enemie,
1669Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes.
1671These haughtie wordes of hers
1672Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-shot,
1673And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees.
1675And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace.
1676My Forces and my Power of Men are yours.
1679gaine.
1681vs fresh.
1682 Bastard. And doth beget new Courage in our
1683Breasts.
1687And ioyne our Powers,
1689Scoena Quarta.
1690 Enter the King, Gloucester, Winchester, Yorke, Suffolke,
1691Somerset, Warwicke, Exeter: To them, with
1692his Souldiors, Talbot.
1693 Talb. My gracious Prince, and honorable Peeres,
1694Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme,
1695I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres,
1696To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne.
1701Lets fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet:
1709When I was young (as yet I am not old)
1710I doe remember how my Father said,
1711A stouter Champion neuer handled Sword.
1714Yet neuer haue you tasted our Reward,
1715Or beene reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks,
1718We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury,
1719And in our Coronation take your place.
1720 Senet. Flourish. Exeunt.
1721 Manet Vernon and Basset.
1724In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke
1727The enuious barking of your sawcie Tongue,
1732 Strikes him.
1734The Law of Armes is such,
1737But Ile vnto his Maiestie, and craue,
1738I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong,
1741And after meete you, sooner then you would.
1742 Exeunt.
1743Actus Quartus. Scena Prima.
1744 Enter King, Glocester, Winchester, Yorke, Suffolke, Somer-
1745set, Warwicke, Talbot, and Gouernor Exeter.
1748 Glo. Now Gouernour of Paris take your oath,
1749That you elect no other King but him;
1754 Enter Falstaffe.
1756To haste vnto your Coronation:
1757A Letter was deliuer'd to my hands,
1758Writ to your Grace, from th'Duke of Burgundy.
1760I vow'd (base Knight) when I did meete the next,
1761To teare the Garter from thy Crauens legge,
1763Thou was't installed in that High Degree.
1764Pardon me Princely Henry, and the rest:
1767And that the French were almost ten to one,
1768Before we met, or that a stroke was giuen,
1769Like to a trustie Squire, did run away.
1773Then iudge (great Lords) if I haue done amisse:
1774Or whether that such Cowards ought to weare
1775This Ornament of Knighthood, yea or no?
1777And ill beseeming any common man;
1778Much more a Knight, a Captaine, and a Leader.
1780Knights of the Garter were of Noble birth;
1781Valiant, and Vertuous, full of haughtie Courage,
1782Such as were growne to credit by the warres:
1786Doth but vsurpe the Sacred name of Knight,
1787Prophaning this most Honourable Order,
1788And should (if I were worthy to be Iudge)
1789Be quite degraded, like a Hedge-borne Swaine,
1792Be packing therefore, thou that was't a knight:
1793Henceforth we banish thee on paine of death.
1794And now Lord Protector, view the Letter
1795Sent from our Vnckle Duke of Burgundy.
1796 Glo. What meanes his Grace, that he hath chaung'd
1797 his Stile?
1798No more but plaine and bluntly? (To the King.)
1799Hath he forgot he is his Soueraigne?
1801Pretend some alteration in good will?
1802What's heere?
I haue vpon especiall cause,
1803Mou'd with compassion of my Countries wracke,
1804Together with the pittifull complaints
1807And ioyn'd with Charles, the rightfull king of France.
1809That in alliance, amity, and oathes,
1811 King. What? doth my Vnckle Burgundy reuolt?
1812 Glo. He doth my Lord, and is become your foe.
1817How say you (my Lord) are you not content?
1818 Tal. Content, my Liege? Yes: But yt I am preuented,
1819I should haue begg'd I might haue bene employd.
1822Let him perceiue how ill we brooke his Treason,
1825You may behold confusion of your foes.
1826 Enter Vernon and Bassit.
1827 Ver. Grant me the Combate, gracious Soueraigne.
1832Say Gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaime,
1833And wherefore craue you Combate? Or with whom?
1839This Fellow heere with enuious carping tongue,
1840Vpbraided me about the Rose I weare,
1841Saying, the sanguine colour of the Leaues
1843When stubbornly he did repugne the truth,
1844About a certaine question in the Law,
1845Argu'd betwixt the Duke of Yorke, and him:
1846With other vile and ignominious tearmes.
1847In confutation of which rude reproach,
1848And in defence of my Lords worthinesse,
1849I craue the benefit of Law of Armes.
1850 Uer. And that is my petition (Noble Lord:)
1851For though he seeme with forged queint conceite
1853Yet know (my Lord) I was prouok'd by him,
1855Pronouncing that the palenesse of this Flower,
1865Quiet your selues (I pray) and be at peace.
1868 Som. The quarrell toucheth none but vs alone,
1869Betwixt our selues let vs decide it then.
1874And perish ye with your audacious prate,
1876With this immodest clamorous outrage,
1878And you my Lords, me thinkes you do not well
1884Good my Lords, be Friends.
1885 King. Come hither you that would be Combatants:
1886Henceforth I charge you, as you loue our fauour,
1887Quite to forget this Quarrell, and the cause.
1888And you my Lords: Remember where we are,
1890If they perceyue dissention in our lookes,
1892How will their grudging stomackes be prouok'd
1893To wilfull Disobedience, and Rebell?
1896That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
1897King Henries Peeres, and cheefe Nobility,
1899Oh thinke vpon the Conquest of my Father,
1900My tender yeares, and let vs not forgoe
1901That for a trifle, that was bought with blood.
1902Let me be Vmper in this doubtfull strife:
1905I more incline to Somerset, than Yorke:
1906Both are my kinsmen, and I loue them both.
1907As well they may vpbray'd me with my Crowne,
1911And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
1912So let vs still continue peace, and loue.
1914To be our Regent in these parts of France:
1915And good my Lord of Somerset, vnite
1916Your Troopes of horsemen, with his Bands of foote,
1918Go cheerefully together, and digest
1919Your angry Choller on your Enemies.
1922From thence to England, where I hope ere long
1924With Charles, Alanson, and that Traiterous rout.
1925 Exeunt. Manet Yorke, Warwick, Exeter, Vernon.
1927Prettily (me thought) did play the Orator.)
1929In that he weares the badge of Somerset.
1934 Flourish. Manet Exeter.
1938More rancorous spight, more furious raging broyles,
1939Then yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd:
1941This iarring discord of Nobilitie,
1942This shouldering of each other in the Court,
1943This factious bandying of their Fauourites,
1945'Tis much, when Scepters are in Childrens hands:
1946But more, when Enuy breeds vnkinde deuision,
1948 Enter Talbot with Trumpe and Drumme,
1949 before Burdeaux.
1950 Talb. Go to the Gates of Burdeaux Trumpeter,
1951Summon their Generall vnto the Wall. Sounds.
1952 Enter Generall aloft.
1953English Iohn Talbot (Captaines) call you forth,
1954Seruant in Armes to Harry King of England,
1955And thus he would. Open your Citie Gates,
1956Be humble to vs, call my Soueraigne yours,
1957And do him homage as obedient Subiects,
1958And Ile withdraw me, and my bloody power.
1959But if you frowne vpon this proffer'd Peace,
1960You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
1961Leane Famine, quartering Steele, and climbing Fire,
1962Who in a moment, eeuen with the earth,
1963Shall lay your stately, and ayre-brauing Towers,
1965 Cap. Thou ominous and fearefull Owle of death,
1966Our Nations terror, and their bloody scourge,
1967The period of thy Tyranny approacheth,
1968On vs thou canst not enter but by death:
1971If thou retire, the Dolphin well appointed,
1972Stands with the snares of Warre to tangle thee.
1973On either hand thee, there are squadrons pitcht,
1974To wall thee from the liberty of Flight;
1976But death doth front thee with apparant spoyle,
1978Ten thousand French haue tane the Sacrament,
1979To ryue their dangerous Artillerie
1982Of an inuincible vnconquer'd spirit:
1984That I thy enemy dew thee withall:
1985For ere the Glasse that now begins to runne,
1988Shall see thee withered, bloody, pale, and dead.
1989 Drum a farre off.
1990Harke, harke, the Dolphins drumme, a warning bell,
1996How are we park'd and bounded in a pale?
1997A little Heard of Englands timorous Deere,
1998Maz'd with a yelping kennell of French Curres.
1999If we be English Deere, be then in blood,
2000Not Rascall-like to fall downe with a pinch,
2001But rather moodie mad: And desperate Stagges,
2002Turne on the bloody Hounds with heads of Steele,
2003And make the Cowards stand aloofe at bay:
2004Sell euery man his life as deere as mine,
2006God, and S. George, Talbot and Englands right,
2008 Enter a Messenger that meets Yorke. Enter Yorke
2009 with Trumpet, and many Soldiers.
2011That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin?
2012 Mess. They are return'd my Lord, and giue it out,
2013That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power
2014To fight with Talbot as he march'd along.
2016Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led,
2017Which ioyn'd with him, and made their march for (Burdeaux
2021Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde,
2022And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine,
2023And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier:
2024God comfort him in this necessity:
2026 Enter another Messenger.
2028Neuer so needfull on the earth of France,
2029Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot,
2030Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron,
2032To Burdeaux warlike Duke, to Burdeaux Yorke,
2035Doth stop my Cornets, were in Talbots place,
2037By forfeyting a Traitor, and a Coward:
2038Mad ire, and wrathfull fury makes me weepe,
2043All long of this vile Traitor Somerset.
2045And on his Sonne yong Iohn, who two houres since,
2046I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father;
2048And now they meete where both their liues are done.
2050To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue:
2052That sundred friends greete in the houre of death.
2053Lucie farewell, no more my fortune can,
2055Maine, Bloys, Poytiers, and Toures, are wonne away,
2061That euer-liuing man of Memorie,
2063Liues, Honours, Lands, and all, hurrie to losse.
2064 Enter Somerset with his Armie.
2066This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot,
2067Too rashly plotted. All our generall force,
2068Might with a sally of the very Towne
2069Be buckled with: the ouer-daring Talbot
2071By this vnheedfull, desperate, wilde aduenture:
2073That Talbot dead, great Yorke might beare the name.
2075Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde.
2078Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie,
2079Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset,
2080To beate assayling death from his weake Regions,
2081And whiles the honourable Captaine there
2082Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes,
2083And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue,
2086Let not your priuate discord keepe away
2088While he renowned Noble Gentleman
2089Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes.
2090Orleance the Bastard, Charles, Burgundie,
2092And Talbot perisheth by your default.
2094 ayde.
2096Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast,
2097Collected for this expidition.
2099I owe him little Dutie, and lesse Loue,
2101 Lu. The fraud of England, not the force of France,
2102Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot:
2103Neuer to England shall he beare his life,
2106Within sixe houres, they will be at his ayde.
2109And flye would Talbot neuer though he might.
2110 Som. If he be dead, braue Talbot then adieu.
2111 Lu. His Fame liues in the world. His Shame in you.
2112 Exeunt.
2113 Enter Talbot and his Sonne.
2115To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre,
2116That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd,
2118Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire.
2119But O malignant and ill-boading Starres,
2120Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death,
2121A terrible and vnauoyded danger:
2125 Iohn. Is my name Talbot? and am I your Sonne?
2127Dishonor not her Honorable Name,
2128To make a Bastard, and a Slaue of me:
2137Vpon my death, the French can little boast;
2139Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne,
2140But mine it will, that no Exploit haue done.
2143There is no hope that euer I will stay,
2145Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie,
2147 Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe?
2164For liue I will not, if my Father dye.
2166Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone:
2169 Alarum: Excursions, wherein Talbots Sonne
2170 is hemm'd about, and Talbot
2171 rescues him.
2173The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word,
2174And left vs to the rage of France his Sword.
2180To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date.
2182It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire
2183Of bold-fac't Victorie. Then Leaden Age,
2184Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene, and Warlike Rage,
2186And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee.
2187The irefull Bastard Orleance, that drew blood
2188From thee my Boy, and had the Maidenhood
2194Meane and right poore, for that pure blood of mine,
2200Now thou art seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie?
2201Flye, to reuenge my death when I am dead,
2204To hazard all our liues in one small Boat.
2205If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage,
2206To morrow I shall dye with mickle Age.
2207By me they nothing gaine, and if I stay,
2208'Tis but the shortning of my Life one day.
2214These words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart.
2217Before young Talbot from old Talbot flye,
2219And like me to the pesant Boyes of France,
2221Surely, by all the Glorie you haue wonne,
2224If Sonne to Talbot, dye at Talbots foot.
2228And commendable prou'd, let's dye in pride. Exit.
2229 Alarum. Excursions. Enter old
2230Talbot led.
2231 Talb. Where is my other Life? mine owne is gone.
2232O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant Iohn?
2233Triumphant Death, smear'd with Captiuitie,
2234Young Talbots Valour makes me smile at thee.
2236His bloodie Sword he brandisht ouer mee,
2237And like a hungry Lyon did commence
2239But when my angry Guardant stood alone,
2240Tendring my ruine, and assayl'd of none,
2241Dizzie-ey'd Furie, and great rage of Heart,
2243Into the clustring Battaile of the French:
2244And in that Sea of Blood, my Boy did drench
2245His ouer-mounting Spirit; and there di'de
2247 Enter with Iohn Talbot, borne.
2250Anon from thy insulting Tyrannie,
2251Coupled in bonds of perpetuitie,
2252Two Talbots winged through the lither Skie,
2254O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death,
2255Speake to thy father, ere thou yeeld thy breath,
2256Braue death by speaking, whither he will or no:
2257Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy Foe.
2259Had Death bene French, then Death had dyed to day.
2260Come, come, and lay him in his Fathers armes,
2262Souldiers adieu: I haue what I would haue,
2263Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue. Dyes
2264 Enter Charles, Alanson, Burgundie, Bastard,
2265and Pucell.
2267We should haue found a bloody day of this.
2268 Bast. How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood,
2271Thou Maiden youth, be vanquisht by a Maide.
2273He answer'd thus: Yong Talbot was not borne
2274To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench:
2275So rushing in the bowels of the French,
2276He left me proudly, as vnworthy fight.
2278See where he lyes inherced in the armes
2281Whose life was Englands glory, Gallia's wonder.
2283During the life, let vs not wrong it dead.
2284 Enter Lucie.
2286To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.
2289We English Warriours wot not what it meanes.
2291And to suruey the bodies of the dead.
2297Great Earle of Washford, Waterford, and Valence,
2298Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield,
2299Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
2301The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge,
2302Knight of the Noble Order of S. George,
2303Worthy S. Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
2305Of all his Warres within the Realme of France.
2307The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath,
2308Writes not so tedious a Stile as this.
2310Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete.
2312Your Kingdomes terror, and blacke Nemesis?
2313Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd,
2314That I in rage might shoot them at your faces.
2316It were enough to fright the Realme of France.
2318It would amaze the prowdest of you all.
2319Giue me their Bodyes, that I may beare them hence,
2323For Gods sake let him haue him, to keepe them here,
2325 Char. Go take their bodies hence.
2327 be reard
2329 Char. So we be rid of them, do with him what yu wilt.
2330And now to Paris in this conquering vaine,
2332Scena secunda.
2333 SENNET.
2334 Enter King, Glocester, and Exeter.
2335 King. Haue you perus'd the Letters from the Pope,
2336The Emperor, and the Earle of Arminack?
2337 Glo. I haue my Lord, and their intent is this,
2338They humbly sue vnto your Excellence,
2339To haue a godly peace concluded of,
2340Betweene the Realmes of England, and of France.
2342 Glo. Well (my good Lord) and as the only meanes
2345 King. I marry Vnckle, for I alwayes thought
2346It was both impious and vnnaturall,
2348Should reigne among Professors of one Faith.
2350And surer binde this knot of amitie,
2351The Earle of Arminacke neere knit to Charles,
2352A man of great Authoritie in France,
2353Proffers his onely daughter to your Grace,
2354In marriage, with a large and sumptuous Dowrie.
2355 King. Marriage Vnckle? Alas my yeares are yong:
2357Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour.
2359So let them haue their answeres euery one:
2360I shall be well content with any choyce
2361Tends to Gods glory, and my Countries weale.
2362 Enter Winchester, and three Ambassadors.
2364And call'd vnto a Cardinalls degree?
2365Then I perceiue, that will be verified
2367If once he come to be a Cardinall,
2368Hee'l make his cap coequall with the Crowne.
2370Haue bin consider'd and debated on,
2372And therefore are we certainly resolu'd,
2373To draw conditions of a friendly peace,
2374Which by my Lord of Winchester we meane
2378As liking of the Ladies vertuous gifts,
2379Her Beauty, and the valew of her Dower,
2388Should be deliuered to his Holinesse,
2389For cloathing me in these graue Ornaments.
2392Or be inferiour to the proudest Peere;
2394That neither in birth, or for authoritie,
2395The Bishop will be ouer-borne by thee:
2396Ile either make thee stoope, and bend thy knee,
2398Scoena Tertia.
2399 Enter Charles, Burgundy, Alanson, Bastard,
2400 Reignier, and Ione.
2404And turne againe vnto the warlike French.
2405 Alan. Then march to Paris Royall Charles of France,
2406And keepe not backe your powers in dalliance.
2408Else ruine combate with their Pallaces.
2409 Enter Scout.
2411And happinesse to his accomplices.
2414Into two parties, is now conioyn'd in one,
2415And meanes to giue you battell presently.
2417But we will presently prouide for them.
2419Now he is gone my Lord, you neede not feare.
2422Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.
2423 Char. Then on my Lords, and France be fortunate.
2424 Exeunt. Alarum. Excursions.
2425Enter Ione de Pucell.
2427Now helpe ye charming Spelles and Periapts,
2431Vnder the Lordly Monarch of the North,
2432Appeare, and ayde me in this enterprize.
2433 Enter Fiends.
2434This speedy and quicke appearance argues proofe
2435Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
2436Now ye Familiar Spirits, that are cull'd
2437Out of the powerfull Regions vnder earth,
2438Helpe me this once, that France may get the field.
2439 They walke, and speake not.
2440Oh hold me not with silence ouer-long:
2441Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
2442Ile lop a member off, and giue it you,
2444So you do condiscend to helpe me now.
2445 They hang their heads.
2447Pay recompence, if you will graunt my suite.
2448 They shake their heads.
2450Intreate you to your wonted furtherance?
2452Before that England giue the French the foyle.
2453 They depart.
2454See, they forsake me. Now the time is come,
2456And let her head fall into Englands lappe.
2457My ancient Incantations are too weake,
2458And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
2460 Excursions. Burgundie and Yorke fight hand to
2461 hand. French flye.
2464And try if they can gaine your liberty.
2465A goodly prize, fit for the diuels grace.
2466See how the vgly Witch doth bend her browes,
2469 Yor. Oh, Charles the Dolphin is a proper man,
2473By bloudy hands, in sleeping on your beds.
2475 tongue.
2478 Exeunt.
2479 Alarum. Enter Suffolke with Margaret
2480 in his hand.
2482 Gazes on her.
2484For I will touch thee but with reuerend hands,
2486And lay them gently on thy tender side.
2487Who art thou, say? that I may honor thee.
2488 Mar. Margaret my name, and daughter to a King,
2489The King of Naples, who so ere thou art.
2491Be not offended Natures myracle,
2492Thou art alotted to be tane by me:
2493So doth the Swan her downie Signets saue,
2494Keeping them prisoner vnderneath his wings:
2498My hand would free her, but my heart sayes no.
2500Twinkling another counterfetted beame,
2501So seemes this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
2502Faine would I woe her, yet I dare not speake:
2503Ile call for Pen and Inke, and write my minde:
2506Wilt thou be daunted at a Womans sight?
2511For I perceiue I am thy prisoner.
2513Before thou make a triall of her loue?
2515 Suf. She's beautifull; and therefore to be Wooed:
2516She is a Woman; therefore to be Wonne.
2519Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour?
2521 Suf. There all is marr'd: there lies a cooling card.
2525 Suf. Ile win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
2526Why for my King: Tush, that's a woodden thing.
2530But there remaines a scruple in that too:
2531For though her Father be the King of Naples,
2532Duke of Aniou and Mayne, yet is he poore,
2536 Henry is youthfull, and will quickly yeeld.
2537Madam, I haue a secret to reueale.
2539And will not any way dishonor me.
2542And then I need not craue his curtesie.
2546 Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.
2548Your bondage happy, to be made a Queene?
2549 Mar. To be a Queene in bondage, is more vile,
2551For Princes should be free.
2553If happy Englands Royall King be free.
2554 Mar. Why what concernes his freedome vnto mee?
2555 Suf. Ile vndertake to make thee Henries Queene,
2556To put a Golden Scepter in thy hand,
2557And set a precious Crowne vpon thy head,
2558If thou wilt condiscend to be my----
2559 Mar. What?
2560 Suf. His loue.
2561 Mar. I am vnworthy to be Henries wife.
2562 Suf. No gentle Madam, I vnworthy am
2563To woe so faire a Dame to be his wife,
2564And haue no portion in the choice my selfe.
2567 Suf. Then call our Captaines and our Colours forth,
2568And Madam, at your Fathers Castle walles,
2569Wee'l craue a parley, to conferre with him.
2570Sound. Enter Reignier on the Walles.
2572 Reig. To whom?
2573 Suf. To me.
2575I am a Souldier, and vnapt to weepe,
2577 Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough my Lord,
2579Thy daughter shall be wedded to my King,
2580Whom I with paine haue wooed and wonne thereto:
2582Hath gain'd thy daughter Princely libertie.
2584 Suf. Faire Margaret knowes,
2589 Trumpets sound. Enter Reignier.
2590 Reig. Welcome braue Earle into our Territories,
2591Command in Aniou what your Honor pleases.
2593Fit to be made companion with a King:
2596To be the Princely Bride of such a Lord:
2597Vpon condition I may quietly
2598Enioy mine owne, the Country Maine and Aniou,
2602And those two Counties I will vndertake
2603Your Grace shall well and quietly enioy.
2604 Reig. And I againe in Henries Royall name,
2605As Deputy vnto that gracious King,
2606Giue thee her hand for signe of plighted faith.
2607 Suf. Reignier of France, I giue thee Kingly thankes,
2609And yet me thinkes I could be well content
2610To be mine owne Atturney in this case.
2611Ile ouer then to England with this newes.
2612And make this marriage to be solemniz'd:
2614In Golden Pallaces as it becomes.
2615 Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
2616The Christian Prince King Henrie were he heere.
2620No Princely commendations to my King?
2621 Mar. Such commendations as becomes a Maide,
2622A Virgin, and his Seruant, say to him.
2624But Madame, I must trouble you againe,
2625No louing Token to his Maiestie?
2627Neuer yet taint with loue, I send the King.
2632Thou mayest not wander in that Labyrinth,
2633There Minotaurs and vgly Treasons lurke,
2634Solicite Henry with her wonderous praise.
2635Bethinke thee on her Vertues that surmount,
2636Mad naturall Graces that extinguish Art,
2637Repeate their semblance often on the Seas,
2638That when thou com'st to kneele at Henries feete,
2640 Enter Yorke, Warwicke, Shepheard, Pucell.
2642 Shep. Ah Ione, this kils thy Fathers heart out-right,
2643Haue I sought euery Country farre and neere,
2644And now it is my chance to finde thee out,
2646Ah Ione, sweet daughter Ione, Ile die with thee.
2648I am descended of a gentler blood.
2649Thou art no Father, nor no Friend of mine.
2651I did beget her, all the Parish knowes:
2655 Yorke. This argues what her kinde of life hath beene,
2656Wicked and vile, and so her death concludes.
2660Deny me not, I prythee, gentle Ione.
2664The morne that I was wedded to her mother.
2665Kneele downe and take my blessing, good my Gyrle.
2667Of thy natiuitie: I would the Milke
2669Had bin a little Rats-bane for thy sake.
2677Not me, begotten of a Shepheard Swaine,
2678But issued from the Progeny of Kings.
2679Vertuous and Holy, chosen from aboue,
2681To worke exceeding myracles on earth.
2682I neuer had to do with wicked Spirits.
2683But you that are polluted with your lustes,
2684Stain'd with the guiltlesse blood of Innocents,
2685Corrupt and tainted with a thousand Vices:
2686Because you want the grace that others haue,
2688To compasse Wonders, but by helpe of diuels.
2689No misconceyued, Ione of Aire hath beene
2690A Virgin from her tender infancie,
2691Chaste, and immaculate in very thought,
2693Will cry for Vengeance, at the Gates of Heauen.
2696Spare for no Faggots, let there be enow:
2697Place barrelles of pitch vpon the fatall stake,
2699 Puc. Will nothing turne your vnrelenting hearts?
2701That warranteth by Law, to be thy priuiledge.
2702I am with childe ye bloody Homicides:
2703Murther not then the Fruite within my Wombe,
2704Although ye hale me to a violent death.
2708 Yorke. She and the Dolphin haue bin iugling,
2709I did imagine what would be her refuge.
2712 Puc. You are deceyu'd, my childe is none of his,
2713It was Alanson that inioy'd my loue.
2715It dyes, and if it had a thousand liues.
2716 Puc. Oh giue me leaue, I haue deluded you,
2717'Twas neyther Charles, nor yet the Duke I nam'd,
2718But Reignier King of Naples that preuayl'd.
2724Strumpet, thy words condemne thy Brat, and thee.
2725Vse no intreaty, for it is in vaine.
2727May neuer glorious Sunne reflex his beames
2728Vpon the Countrey where you make abode:
2732 Enter Cardinall.
2735 Car. Lord Regent, I do greete your Excellence
2736With Letters of Commission from the King.
2737For know my Lords, the States of Christendome,
2739Haue earnestly implor'd a generall peace,
2740Betwixt our Nation, and the aspyring French;
2741And heere at hand, the Dolphin and his Traine
2742Approacheth, to conferre about some matter.
2745So many Captaines, Gentlemen, and Soldiers,
2746That in this quarrell haue beene ouerthrowne,
2751Our great Progenitors had conquered:
2752Oh Warwicke, Warwicke, I foresee with greefe
2753The vtter losse of all the Realme of France.
2754 War. Be patient Yorke, if we conclude a Peace
2756As little shall the Frenchmen gaine thereby.
2757 Enter Charles, Alanson, Bastard, Reignier.
2758 Char. Since Lords of England, it is thus agreed,
2759That peacefull truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
2760We come to be informed by your selues,
2761What the conditions of that league must be.
2766That in regard King Henry giues consent,
2767Of meere compassion, and of lenity,
2770You shall become true Liegemen to his Crowne.
2771And Charles, vpon condition thou wilt sweare
2773Thou shalt be plac'd as Viceroy vnder him,
2774And still enioy thy Regall dignity.
2776Adorne his Temples with a Coronet,
2778Retaine but priuiledge of a priuate man?
2781With more then halfe the Gallian Territories,
2782And therein reuerenc'd for their lawfull King.
2785As to be call'd but Viceroy of the whole?
2786No Lord Ambassador, Ile rather keepe
2787That which I haue, than coueting for more
2790Vs'd intercession to obtaine a league,
2791And now the matter growes to compremize,
2794Of benefit proceeding from our King,
2795And not of any challenge of Desert,
2796Or we will plague thee with incessant Warres.
2799If once it be neglected, ten to one
2804By our proceeding in Hostility,
2805And therefore take this compact of a Truce,
2808Shall our Condition stand?
2809 Char. It Shall:
2811In any of our Townes of Garrison.
2813As thou art Knight, neuer to disobey,
2814Nor be Rebellious to the Crowne of England,
2815Thou nor thy Nobles, to the Crowne of England.
2819Actus Quintus.
2820 Enter Suffolke in conference with the King,
2821 Glocester, and Exeter.
2824Her vertues graced with externall gifts,
2828So am I driuen by breath of her Renowne,
2830Where I may haue fruition of her Loue.
2832Is but a preface of her worthy praise:
2833The cheefe perfections of that louely Dame,
2835Would make a volume of inticing lines,
2836Able to rauish any dull conceit.
2838So full repleate with choice of all delights,
2839But with as humble lowlinesse of minde,
2840She is content to be at your command:
2841Command I meane, of Vertuous chaste intents,
2842To Loue, and Honor Henry as her Lord.
2845That Marg'ret may be Englands Royall Queene.
2847You know (my Lord) your Highnesse is betroath'd
2848Vnto another Lady of esteeme,
2850And not deface your Honor with reproach?
2851 Suf. As doth a Ruler with vnlawfull Oathes,
2852Or one that at a Triumph, hauing vow'd
2855A poore Earles daughter is vnequall oddes,
2856And therefore may be broke without offence.
2857 Gloucester. Why what (I pray) is Margaret more
2858 then that?
2859Her Father is no better than an Earle,
2860Although in glorious Titles he excell.
2861 Suf. Yes my Lord, her Father is a King,
2862The King of Naples, and Ierusalem,
2863And of such great Authoritie in France,
2864As his alliance will confirme our peace,
2865And keepe the Frenchmen in Allegeance.
2869Where Reignier sooner will receyue, than giue.
2873Henry is able to enrich his Queene,
2874And not to seeke a Queene to make him rich,
2875So worthlesse Pezants bargaine for their Wiues,
2877Marriage is a matter of more worth,
2878Then to be dealt in by Atturney-ship:
2880Must be companion of his Nuptiall bed.
2884For what is wedlocke forced? but a Hell,
2886Whereas the contrarie bringeth blisse,
2887And is a patterne of Celestiall peace.
2888Whom should we match with Henry being a King,
2889But Margaret, that is daughter to a King:
2890Her peerelesse feature, ioyned with her birth,
2891Approues her fit for none, but for a King.
2892Her valiant courage, and vndaunted spirit,
2893(More then in women commonly is seene)
2895For Henry, sonne vnto a Conqueror,
2896Is likely to beget more Conquerors,
2898(As is faire Margaret) he be link'd in loue.
2899Then yeeld my Lords, and heere conclude with mee,
2901 King. Whether it be through force of your report,
2902My Noble Lord of Suffolke: Or for that
2903My tender youth was neuer yet attaint
2905I cannot tell: but this I am assur'd,
2907Such fierce alarums both of Hope and Feare,
2908As I am sicke with working of my thoughts.
2910Agree to any couenants, and procure
2911That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
2912To crosse the Seas to England, and be crown'd
2913King Henries faithfull and annointed Queene.
2915Among the people gather vp a tenth.
2916Be gone I say, for till you do returne,
2919If you do censure me, by what you were,
2920Not what you are, I know it will excuse
2921This sodaine execution of my will.
2923I may reuolue and ruminate my greefe. Exit.
2925 Exit Glocester.
2927As did the youthfull Paris once to Greece,
2928With hope to finde the like euent in loue,
2929But prosper better than the Troian did:
2930Margaret shall now be Queene, and rule the King:
2932FINIS.