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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 1 (Modern)
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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    Henry VI, Part 1 (Modern)

    1690 [Flourish.] Enter King [Henry, the Duke of] Gloucester, [the Bishop of] Winchester, [the Duke of] Exeter; [Richard Plantagenet now Duke of] York, [the Earl of] Warwick, [and Vernon with white roses; the Earl of] Suffolk, [the Duke of] Somerset [and Basset with red roses]. To them, with his Soldiers, [enter Lord] Talbot.
    My gracious prince, and honorable peers,
    Hearing of your arrival in this realm
    1695I have a while given truce unto my wars
    To do my duty to my sovereign;
    In sign whereof, this arm that hath reclaimed
    To your obedience fifty fortresses,
    Twelve cities, and seven wallèd towns of strength,
    1700Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,
    Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet,
    And with submissive loyalty of heart
    Ascribes the glory of his conquest got
    First to my God, and next unto your grace.
    [He kneels.]
    Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,
    That hath so long been resident in France?
    Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
    Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord.
    When I was young, as yet I am not old,
    1710I do remember how my father said
    A stouter champion never handled sword.
    Long since we were resolvèd of your truth,
    Your faithful service and your toil in war,
    Yet never have you tasted our reward,
    1715Or been reguerdoned with so much as thanks,
    Because till now we never saw your face.
    Therefore stand up,
    [Talbot rises.]
    and for these good deserts
    We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
    And in our coronation take your place.
    1720 Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt. Manent Vernon and Basset.
    Now sir, to you that were so hot at sea,
    Disgracing of these colors that I wear
    In honor of my noble lord of York
    1725Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st?
    Yes, sir, as well as you dare patronage
    The envious barking of your saucy tongue
    Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
    Sirrah, thy lord I honor as he is.
    Why, what is he? As good a man as York.
    Hark ye, not so. In witness, take ye that.
    [Vernon] strikes him.
    Villain, thou knowest the law of arms is such
    1735That whoso draws a sword 'tis present death,
    Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
    But I'll unto his majesty and crave
    I may have liberty to venge this wrong,
    When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.
    Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you,
    And after meet you sooner than you would.