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.