1374 King. And those occasions, Vnckle, were of force:

1375Therefore my louing Lords, our pleasure is,

1376That Richard be restored to his Blood.

1377 Warw. Let Richard be restored to his Blood,

1378So shall his Fathers wrongs be recompenc't.

1379 Winch. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.

1380 King. If Richard will be true, not that all alone,

1381But all the whole Inheritance I giue,

1382That doth belong vnto the House of Yorke,

1383From whence you spring, by Lineall Descent.

1384 Rich. Thy humble seruant vowes obedience,

1385And humble seruice, till the point of death.

1386 King. Stoope then, and set your Knee against my Foot,

1387And in reguerdon of that dutie done,

1388I gyrt thee with the valiant Sword of Yorke:

1389Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,

1390And rise created Princely Duke of Yorke.

1391 Rich. And so thriue Richard, as thy foes may fall,

1392And as my dutie springs, so perish they,

1393That grudge one thought against your Maiesty.

1394 All. Welcome high Prince, the mighty Duke of Yorke.

1395 Som. Perish base Prince, ignoble Duke of Yorke.

1396 Glost. Now will it best auaile your Maiestie,

1397To crosse the Seas, and to be Crown'd in France:

1398The presence of a King engenders loue

1399Amongst his Subiects, and his loyall Friends,

1400As it dis-animates his Enemies.

1401 King. When Gloster sayes the word, King Henry goes,

1402For friendly counsaile cuts off many Foes.

1403 Glost. Your Ships alreadie are in readinesse.

1406 Exet. I, we may march in England, or in France,

1407Not seeing what is likely to ensue:

1408This late dissention growne betwixt the Peeres,

1409Burnes vnder fained ashes of forg'd loue,

1410And will at last breake out into a flame,

1411As festred members rot but by degree,

1412Till bones and flesh and sinewes fall away,

1413So will this base and enuious discord breed.

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,

1418And Henry borne at Windsor, loose all:

1419Which is so plaine, that Exeter doth wish,

1420His dayes may finish, ere that haplesse time. Exit.

1424 Pucell. These are the Citie Gates, the Gates of Roan,

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.

1429If we haue entrance, as I hope we shall,

1430And that we finde the slouthfull Watch but weake,

1431Ile by a signe giue notice to our friends,

1432That Charles the Dolphin may encounter them.

1433 Souldier. Our Sacks shall be a meane to sack the City

1434And we be Lords and Rulers ouer Roan,

1435Therefore wee'le knock. Knock.

1436 Watch. Che la.

1437 Pucell. Peasauns la pouure gens de Fraunce,

1438Poore Market folkes that come to sell their Corne.

1439 Watch. Enter, goe in, the Market Bell is rung.

1440 Pucell. Now Roan, Ile shake thy Bulwarkes to the

1441ground. Exeunt.

1443 Charles. Saint Dennis blesse this happy Stratageme,

1444And once againe wee'le sleepe secure in Roan.

1445 Bastard. Here entred Pucell, and her Practisants:

1446Now she is there, how will she specifie?

1447Here is the best and safest passage in.

1448 Reig. By thrusting out a Torch from yonder Tower,

1449Which once discern'd, shewes that her meaning is,

1450No way to that (for weaknesse) which she entred.

1453 Pucell. Behold, this is the happy Wedding Torch,

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.

1458 Charles. Now shine it like a Commet of Reuenge,

1459A Prophet to the fall of all our Foes.

1460 Reig. Deferre no time, delayes haue dangerous ends,

1461Enter and cry, the Dolphin, presently,

1462And then doe execution on the Watch. Alarum.

1464 Talb. France, thou shalt rue this Treason with thy teares,

1465If Talbot but suruiue thy Trecherie.

1466Pucell that Witch, that damned Sorceresse,

1467Hath wrought this Hellish Mischiefe vnawares,

1468That hardly we escap't the Pride of France. Exit.

1473 Pucell. God morrow Gallants, want ye Corn for Bread?

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?

1477 Burg. Scoffe on vile Fiend, and shamelesse Curtizan,

1478I trust ere long to choake thee with thine owne,

1479And make thee curse the Haruest of that Corne.

1480 Charles. Your Grace may starue (perhaps) before that

1481time.

1482 Bedf. Oh let no words, but deedes, reuenge this Trea-

1483son.

1484 Pucell. What will you doe, good gray-beard?

1485Breake a Launce, and runne a-Tilt at Death,

1486Within a Chayre.

1487 Talb. Foule Fiend of France, and Hag of all despight,

1488Incompass'd with thy lustfull Paramours,

1489Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age,

1490And twit with Cowardise a man halfe dead?

1491Damsell, Ile haue a bowt with you againe,

1492Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

1493 Pucell. Are ye so hot, Sir: yet Pucell hold thy peace,

1494If Talbot doe but Thunder, Raine will follow.

1496God speed the Parliament: who shall be the Speaker?