4.1.0.21744 [Flourish.] Enter King [Henry, the Duke of] Gloucester, [the Bishop of] Winchester, [the Duke of] Exeter, [Richard Plantagenet now Duke of] York, [and the Earl of] Warwick, [with white roses; the Earl of] Suffolk, [and the Duke of] 1745Somerset, [with red roses; Lord] Talbot, and [the] Governor [of Paris]. Lord Bishop, set the crown upon his head.
God save King Henry, of that name the sixth.
Now, Governor of Paris, take your oath
4.1.41749That you elect no other King but him;
4.1.51750Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
4.1.61751And none your foes but such as shall pretend
4.1.71752Malicious practices against his state.
4.1.81753This shall ye do, so help you righteous God.
My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calice
4.1.121758Writ to your grace, from th' Duke of Burgundy.
4.1.12.1 [He presents the letter to King Henry.] Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee.
4.1.141760I vowed, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
4.1.151761To tear the Garter from thy craven's leg,
4.1.171763Thou was't installèd in that high degree.
4.1.181764Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest.
4.1.201766When but in all I was six thousand strong,
4.1.211767And that the French were almost ten to one,
4.1.221768Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
4.1.241770In which assault we lost twelve hundred men.
4.1.261772Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
4.1.271773Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss,
4.1.281774Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
To say the truth, this fact was infamous
4.1.321778Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
When first this order was ordained my lords,
4.1.341780Knights of the Garter were of noble birth,
4.1.351781Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
4.1.361782Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
4.1.371783Not fearing death nor shrinking for distress,
4.1.391785He then that is not furnished in this sort
4.1.401786Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
4.1.421788And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
4.1.431789Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
4.1.441790That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
[To Falstaff.] Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom.
4.1.461792Be packing, therefore, thou that was't a knight.
4.1.471793Henceforth we banish thee on pain of death.
4.1.481794And now, Lord Protector, view the letter
What means his grace that he hath changed
1797his style?
4.1.511798No more but plain and bluntly "To the King"?
4.1.551802What's here? "I have upon especial cause
4.1.561803Moved with compassion of my country's wrack
4.1.601807And joined with Charles, the rightful king of France."
4.1.631810There should be found such false dissembling guile?
What? Doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
Why then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
4.1.691816And give him chastisement for this abuse.
4.1.701817How say you, my lord? Are you not content?
Content, my liege? Yes. But that I am prevented,
4.1.721819I should have begged I might have been employed.
Then gather strength and march unto him
1821straight.
4.1.741822Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason,
4.1.751823And what offense it is to flout his friends.
I go my lord, in heart desiring still
4.1.77.21826 Enter Vernon [wearing a white rose] and Basset [wearing a red rose]. [To King Henry.] Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
[To King Henry.] And me, my lord; grant me the combat too.
[To King Henry, pointing to Vernon.] This is my servant; hear him, noble prince.
[To King Henry, pointing to Basset.] And this is mine, sweet Henry, favor him.
Be patient, lords, and give them leave to speak.
4.1.831832Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim,
4.1.841833And wherefore crave you combat, or with whom?
With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
4.1.881837First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
Crossing the sea from England into France,
4.1.901839This fellow here with envious carping tongue
4.1.931842Did represent my master's blushing cheeks
4.1.961845Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him,
And that is my petition, noble lord;
4.1.1021851For though he seem with forgèd quaint conceit
4.1.1061855Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
4.1.1071856Bewrayed the faintness of my master's heart.
Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out,
Good Lord, what madness rules in
1861brainsick men
Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
4.1.1171867And then your highness shall command a peace.
The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
There is my pledge. Accept it, Somerset.
Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
Confirm it so, mine honorable lord.
Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife,
4.1.1301880Much less to take occasion from their mouths
It grieves his highness.
1884Good my lords, be friends.
Come hither, you that would be combatants.
4.1.1351886Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favor,
4.1.1361887Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.
4.1.1381889In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation.
4.1.1411892How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
4.1.1471898Destroyed themselves and lost the realm of France.
4.1.1501901That for a trifle that was bought with blood.
4.1.1571908Because, forsooth, the King of Scots is crowned.
4.1.1651916Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot,
4.1.1661917And like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
4.1.1711922From thence to England, where I hope ere long
4.1.1731924With Charles, Alencon, and that traitorous rout.
4.1.173.11925 [Flourish.] Exeunt. Manent [Richard Plantagenet now Duke of] York, Warwick, Exeter, [and] Vernon. My Lord of York, I promise you, the King
And so he did; but yet I like it not
Tush, that was but his fancy; blame him not,
4.1.1791931I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
And if I wish he did--but let it rest,
Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
4.1.1851938More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
4.1.1891942This shouldering of each other in the court,
4.1.1921945'Tis much, when scepters are in children's hands,
4.1.1941947There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.