Author: William ShakespeareNot Peer Reviewed
Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)
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> 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?
1627 Pucell. The Princely
Charles of France,
thy Countrey
- 1629 Burg. What
say'
st thou
Charles? for I am marching
1631 Charles. Speake
Pucell, and enchaunt him with thy
1633 Pucell. Braue
Burgonie,
vndoubted hope of France,
1634Stay,
let thy humble Hand-maid
speake to thee.
1635 Burg. Speake on,
but be not ouer-tedious.
1636 Pucell. Looke on thy Country,
look on fertile France,
1637And
see the Cities and the Townes defac't,
1638By wa
sting Ruine of the cruell Foe,
1639As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe,
1640When Death doth clo
se his tender-dying Eyes
. 1641See,
see the pining Maladie of France:
1642Behold the Wounds,
the mo
st vnnaturall Wounds,
1643Which thou thy
selfe ha
st giuen her wofull Bre
st.
1644Oh turne thy edged Sword another way,
1645Strike tho
se that hurt,
and hurt not tho
se that helpe:
1646One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bo
some,
1647Should grieue thee more then
streames of forraine gore.
1648Returne thee therefore with a
floud of Teares,
1649And wa
sh away thy Countries
stayned Spots.
1650 Burg. Either
she hath bewitcht me with her words,
1651Or Nature makes me
suddenly relent.
1652 Pucell. Be
sides,
all French and France exclaimes on thee,
1653Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie.
1654Who ioyn'
st thou with,
but with a Lordly Nation,
1655That will not tru
st thee,
but for pro
fits
sake?
1656When
Talbot hath
set footing once in France,
1657And fa
shion'd thee that In
strument of Ill,
1658Who then, but Engli
sh Henry,
will be Lord,
1659And thou be thru
st 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 Pri
soner?
1663But when they heard he was thine Enemie,
1664They
set him free,
without his Ran
some pay'd,
1665In
spight of
Burgonie and all his friends
. 1666See then,
thou
fight'
st again
st thy Countreymen,
1667And ioyn'
st with them will be thy
slaughter-men.
1668Come,
come,
returne; returne thou wandering Lord,
1669Charles and the re
st will take thee in their armes.
1670 Burg. I am vanqui
shed:
1671The
se haughtie wordes of hers
1672Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-
shot,
1673And made me almo
st yeeld vpon my knees.
1674Forgiue me Countrey,
and
sweet Countreymen:
1675And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace.
1676My Forces and my Power of Men are yours.
1677So farwell
Talbot,
Ile no longer tru
st thee.
1678 Pucell. Done like a Frenchman: turne and turne a
- 1680 Charles. Welcome braue Duke,
thy friend
ship makes
1682 Bastard. And doth beget new Courage in our
1684 Alans. Pucell hath brauely play'd her part in this,
1685And doth de
serue a Coronet of Gold
.
1686 Charles. Now let vs on,
my Lords,
1687And ioyne our Powers,
1688And
seeke how we may preiudice the Foe
. Exeunt.
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.
1697In
signe whereof, this Arme,
that hath reclaym'd
1698To your obedience,
fiftie Fortre
sses,
1699Twelue Cities,
and
seuen walled Townes of
strength,
1700Be
side
fiue hundred Pri
soners of e
steeme;
1701Lets fall his Sword before your Highne
sse feet:
1702And with
submi
ssiue loyaltie of heart
1703A
scribes the Glory of his Conque
st got,
1704Fir
st to my God,
and next vnto your Grace.
1705 King. Is this the Lord
Talbot, Vnckle
Gloucester,
1706That hath
so long beene re
sident in France?
1707 Glost. Yes,
if it plea
se your Maie
stie,
my Liege.
1708 King. Welcome braue Captaine,
and vi
ctorious Lord.
1709When I was young (as yet I am not old)
1710I doe remember how my Father
said,
1711A
stouter Champion neuer handled Sword.
1712Long
since we were re
solued of your truth,
1713Your faithfull
seruice,
and your toyle in Warre:
1714Yet neuer haue you ta
sted our Reward,
1715Or beene reguerdon'd with
so much as Thanks,
1716Becau
se till now,
we neuer
saw your face.
1717Therefore
stand vp,
and for the
se good de
serts,
1718We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury,
1719And in our Coronation take your place.
1720 Senet. Flourish. Exeunt.
1721 Manet Vernon and Basset.
1722 Vern. Now Sir,
to you that were
so hot at Sea,
1723Di
sgracing of the
se Colours that I weare,
1724In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke
1725Dar'
st thou maintaine the former words thou
spak'
st?
1726 Bass. Yes Sir,
as well as you dare patronage
1727The enuious barking of your
sawcie Tongue,
1728Again
st my Lord the Duke of Somer
set.
1729 Vern. Sirrha,
thy Lord I honour as he is.
1730 Bass. Why,
what is he? as good a man as
Yorke.
1731 Vern. Hearke ye:
not
so: in witne
sse take ye that.
1733 Bass. Villaine, thou knowe
st 1734The Law of Armes is
such,
1735That who
so drawes a Sword,
'tis pre
sent death,
1736Or el
se this Blow
should broach thy deare
st Bloud.
1737But Ile vnto his Maie
stie, and craue,
1738I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong,
1739When thou
shalt
see,
Ile meet thee to thy co
st.
1740 Vern. Well mi
screant,
Ile be there as
soone as you,
1741And after meete you,
sooner then you would.
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