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off ;

It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

Avd stands upon the honour of his birth, Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. If he suppose that I have pleaded trutb, Count. This is a riddling merchant for the From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. nonce;

Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no He will be here, and yet he is not here :

flatterer, How can these contrarieties agree!

But dare maintain the party of the truth, Tal. That will I show you presently.

Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with ine He winds a Horn. Drums heard ; then a Peal

War. I love no colours; * and, without all

colour of Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter of base insinuating flattery, Soldiers.

I pluck this wbite rose, with Plantagenet: How say you, niadam? are you how persuaded, Suji. I pluck this red rose, with young SoThat Talbot is but shadow of biniself?

merset; These are bis substance, sinews, arms, and And say withal, I think he held the right. strength,

Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen : and pluck With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,

no more, Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Till you couclude-that he, upon whose side And in a moment makes them desolate.

The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse : Shall yield the other in the right opinion. I find, thou art no less than famne hath bruited, + Som. Good master Vernon, it is well ob. And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.

jected ; + Let my presuinption not provoke thy wrath ; If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. For I am sorry, that with reverence

Plan. And I. I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the Tal, Be not dismay'd, fair lady ; nor mis

case, construe

I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake

Giving my verdict on the white rose side. The outward composition of his body.

Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it Wbat you have done, bath not oftended me : No other satisfaction do I crave,

Lest bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, But only (with your patience,) that we may And fall on my side so against your will. Taste of your wive, and see what cates you Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, have:

Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. And keep me on the ide where still I am. Count. With all my heart : and think me Som. Well, well, come on : Who else ? honoured

Law. Unless my study and iny books be To feast so great a warrior in my house.

false, [Exeunt. The argument you held, was wrong in you ;

(To SOMERSET. SCENE 17.-London.-The Temple Garden. In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.

Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argu. Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and

ment ? WARWICK ; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VER- Som. Here, in my scabbard ; meditating that, NON, and another LAWYER.

Sball die your white rose in a bloody red. Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means

Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit this silence 1

our roses ; Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Suf. Within the temple hall we were too The truth on our side. loud ;

Som. No, Plantagenet, The garden here is more convenient.

'Tis not for fear; but anger,--that thy cheeks Plan. Then say at once, If I maintain'd the Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses : truth;

Aud yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error? Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset !

Sij. "Faith, I have been a truant in the law ; Soni. Hath not thy rose a thorn, PlantaAnd never yet could frame my will to it;

genet 1 And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Plan. Ay, sbarp and piercing, to maintain

his truth; Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then between us.

Whiles thy consuming canker eats his false.

hood. War. Between two hawks, which flies the bigber pitch,

Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleed. Between two dogs, which hath the deeper

ing roses, mouth,

That shall naintain what I have said is true, Between two blades, which bears the better where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. temper,

Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my Between two horses, which doth bear him best, I

haud, Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,

I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. I have, perbaps, some shallow spirit of judg

Suff. Turn not tby scorns this way, Plantament:

genet. But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,

Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn botb Goud faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

him and thee. Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbear. Suff. I'll turn ny part thereof into thy throat.

De-laance :

Som. Away, away, good William The tratb appears so paked on my side,

Poole! That any purblind eye inay find it out.

We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. Son. And on my side it is su well apparell’d,

War. Now by God's will, thou wrong'st hiin, So clear, so shining, and so evident,

Somerset; That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath Third son to the third Edward king of Eng.

to speak, In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts : Spring crestless yeoman from so deep a root Let him, that is a true-born gentleman,

• Tints and descits : a play on the word. • For purpose. + Announced loudly,

+ Justly proposed. 1. e. Regulate his motions most adroitly.

* I. c. Those who bave no right to asms.

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Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent: Or durst not, for his craven beart, say tbus.

Weak sboulders, overborne with burd'ning Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain grief; my words

And pithless arms, like to a wither'd viue On any plot of ground in Christendom :

That droops his sapless branches to the ground:Was isot thy father, Richard, earl of Cam. Yet are these feet whose strengtbless stay is bridge,

numb, For treason executed in our late king's days? Unable to support this lump of clay, And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, Corrupted, and exempt + from ancient gentry? As witting I no other comfort have.His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood; But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come! And till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman. 1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will

Plan. My father was attached, not attainted ; Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ; We sent unto the Temple, to bis chamber ; And that I'll prove on better men than Somer. And answer was returu'd that be will come. set,

Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisWere growing time once ripen'd to my will.

fied. For your partaker | Poole, and you yourself, Poor gentleman I his wrong doth equal mine. I'll note you in iny book of inemory,

Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, To scourge you for this apprehension : $

(Before whose glory I was great in arms,) Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd. This loathsome sequestration bave I had ; Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee And even siuce then hath Richard been ob. still :

scur'd. And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; Depriv'd of honour and inheritance : For these my frieuds, in spite of thee, shall But now, the arbitrator of despairs, wear.

Just death, kind umpire • of men's miseries, Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry With sweet enlargement dotb

dismiss me rose,

hence : As cognizance of my blood drinking hate, I would, bis troubles likewise were expir'd, Will í for ever, and my faction, wear ;

That so he might recover what was lost.
Until it wither with me to the grave,
Or flourish to the height of my degree.

Suff. Go forward, aud be chok'd with thy

1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is ambition !

coine. And so farewell, until I meet thee next. Mor. Richard Plantagenet, iny friend I Is he


come ? Som. Have with thee, Poole.--Farewell, am- Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd, bitious Richard.

(Erit. Your nephew, late-despised • Richard, comes. Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce Mor. Direct mine arms, I may einbrace his endure it !

neck, War. This blot, that they object against your And in his bosom spend my latter gasp : house,

O tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, That I inay kindly give one fainting kiss. Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster : And now declare, sweet stem from York's great And, if thou be not then created York,

stock, I will not live to be accouuted Warwick.

Why didst thou say-of late thou wert despis'd ? Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,

Plan. First, lean thine aged back against Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,

inine arm : Will I upon thy party wear this rose :

And, in that case, I'll tell thee my disease. + Aud here I prophesy-This brawl to-day, This day in arguinent upon a case, Grown to this faction, in the Temple-garden, Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and Shall send between the red

and the

me: white,

Among which terms he used his lavish tongue, A thousand souls to death and deadly night. And did upbraid me with my father's death; Plun. Good master Vernon, I am bound to which obloquy set bars before my tongue, you,

Else with the like I had requited bim : That you on my behalf would pl:ick a flower. Therefore, good uncle,--for iny father's sake, l'er. In your behalf still will I wear the lu honour of a true Plantagenet,

And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause Lau. And so will I.

My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his bead. Plan. Thanks, gentle Sir.

Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that impriCoine let us four to dinner: I dare say,

soli'd me, This quarrel will drink blood another day. And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth,

[Ereunt. Within a loathsome dungeon, there to piue,

Was cursed instrument of his disease. SCENE V.-The same- A Room in the Tower. Plan. Discover more at large what cause that

was; Enter Mortiser, brought in a Chair by tuo For I am iguorant, and cannot guess: Keepers.

Mor. I will; if that my fading breath Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying

permit, age,

And death approach not ere my tale be done. L t dying Mortimer here rest himself.

Heury the fourth, grandfather to this king, Even like a man new baled froin the rack, Depos'd bis nephew Richard ; Edward's son, So fare my limbs with long imprisonment : The first-begotten, and the lawful heir And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death, Of Edward king, the third of that descent : Nestor-like aged, in an age of care,

During whose reign, the Percies of the north, Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer ||

Finding bis usurpation most uujust, These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne : spent,

The reason inoy'd these warlike lords to this,

Was-for that (young king Richard thus re • The temple, being a religious house, was a sanc.

mov'd, † Excluded.

: Coufederate. Leaving no heir begotten of his body,) Opinion.

This scene is uot consistent with historical truth, as Mortimer served under Henry V. in 122, and died unconfined iu Ireland in 1424

• Lately-despised
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I was the next by birth and parentage ;

With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, For by my mother I derived am

Humphrey of Gloster ? if thou canst accuse, From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, To king Edward the third, whereas he,

Do it without invention suddenly ;
From Jobn of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, As I with sudden and extemporal speech
Being but fourth of that heroic line.

Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
But mark; as, in this haughty great attempt, Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place com.
They laboured to plant the rightful heir,

mands my patience, I lost my liberty, and they their lives.

Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me, Long after this, when Henry the fifth,

Think not, although in writing I preferr'd Succeeding bis father Bolingbroke, did reign, Tbe manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, Thy father, earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able From famous Edinund Langley, duke of York, Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen : Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, No, prelate ; such is thy audacious wickedAgain, in pity of my hard distress,

ness, Levied an army; weening to redeem,

Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, And have install'd me in the diadem :

As very infants prattle of thy pride. But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl,

Thou art a most pernicious usurer ; Aud was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, Froward by nature, enemy to peace ; In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. Lascivious, wanton, more than well besee:ng Plan. Of which, my lord, your houour is the A man of thy profession, and degree ; last.

And for thy treachery, What's more inanifest ? Mor. True; and thou seest that I no issue In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life, have ;

As well at London bridge, as at the Tower? And that my fainting words do warrant death : Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sisted, Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather: The king thy sovereign, is not quite exempt But yet be wary in thy studious care.

From envious malice of thy swelling heart. Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.--Lords, vouchme :

safe Bat yet, methinks, my father's execution

To give me hearing what I shall reply. Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.

If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic ; As he will have me, how am I so poor? Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,

Or how haps it, I seek not to advance And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd. Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling : But now tby uncle is removing bence ;

And for dissention, who preferreth peace As princes do their courts, when they are more than I do, except I be provok'd ? cloy'd

No, my good lords, it is not that offends ; With long continuance in a settled place. It is not that, that bath incens'u the duke : Plan. o uncle, 'would some part of my young It is, because no one should sway but he ; years

No one, but he, should be about the king; Might but redeem the passage of your age ; And that engenders thunder in bis breast, Mor. Thon dost then wrong me : as the And makes him roar these accusations forth. slaught'rer doth,

But he shall know, I am as good---
Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. Glo. As good ?
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good ; Thou bastard of my grandfather !--
Ouly, give order for my funeral ;

Win. Ay, loudly Sir; For what are you, I And so farewell : 1 and fair be all thy hopes !

pray, And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! But one imperious in another's throne ?

(Dies. Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting Hin. And am I not a prelate of the church! Soul !

Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keepe, In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage,

And usell it to patronage bis theft. And like a hermit overpass'd thy days,

Min. Unreverent Gloster! Well, I will lock bis coimsel in my breast;

Glo. 'Thou art reverent, And what I do imagine, let that rest.

Touching thy spiritual tiunction, not thy life. Keepers, convey him hence ; and I myself Win. This Rome shall remedy. Will see his burial better than his life.

Ilar. Roam tbither then. (Exeunt KEEPERS, bearing out MORTIMER. Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,

War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborue. Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort :

Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, And know the office that belongs to such. Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house,

War. Methinks, his lordship should be hum. I doubt not, but with honour to redress : And therefore haste I to the parliament;

It fitteth not a prelate so to pl ad. Either to be restored to my blood,

Som. Yes, when bis boly state is touch'd so Or make my ill the advantage of my good.

(Erit. War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of

Is not his grace protector to the king ?

Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must bold his

tongue ;

Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you SCENE I.-The same.-The Parliament.

should; house.

Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords Flourish. Enter King Henry, EXETER, Else would I have a fling at Winchester. GLOSTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and Suf

(A side.

K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster and of Winches FOLK ; the Bishop of WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOSTER ofers to put up a Bill; | WINCHESTER snatches The special watchmen of our English weal; it, and tears it.

I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated O what a scandal is it to our crown,

To join your hearts in love and amity. lines,

That two such noble peers as ye should jar ! • High Thinking: Lucky, prosperous.

Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell, | My ill, is my ill vorge. I l... Articles of accusation. I Civil dissention is a viperons worm,

bler ;



thee ;

That guaws the bowels of the commonwealth.- For shame, my lord of Winchester ! releut; (A noise within ; Down with ibe tuwuy coals! What, shall a child instruct you what to do? What tumult's this?

Win. Well, duke of Glosier, I will yield to War. Au uproar, I dare warrant, Begun tbrough malice of the bishop's inen. Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give. (A noise again ; Stoues ! Stones! Glo. Ay; but, I fear ine, with a bollow

beart.Enter the Mayor of London, attended. See bere, my friends, and loving countrymen ; May. O my good lords,--and virtuous Hen. This loken serveth for a flag of luce,

Betwixt ourselves and all our followers : ry, Pity the city of London, pity us!

So help me God, as I dissemble not! The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men, Win. So help me God, as I intend it not ! Forbidden late to carry any weapon,

(A side. Have Hill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones;

K. Hen. O loving uucle, kind duke of GlosAnd banding themselves in contrary parts,

ter, Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,

How joyful am I made by this contract !Thai many bave their giddy brains knock'd out: Away, my masters ! trouble us no more ; Our windows are broke down in every street,

But join in friendship, as your lords have

done. And we, for fear, compellid to shut our shops.

I Serv. Content; P'll to the surgeon's. Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers of Glos. 2 Serv. And so will l. TER, and WINCHESTER, with bloody pates. 3 Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to


[Ereunt SERTANTS, ourself,

MAYOR, &c. To hold your slaughtering hands, and keep the

War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sove

reign ; peace. Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife.

Which, in the right of Richard Plantagenet, 1 Serv. Nay, if we be

We do exhibit to your majesty. Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teetb. Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick :-for, 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.

sweet prince, (Skirmish again. An if your grace mark every circumstance, Glo. Yon of my household, Icave this peevish You have great reason to do Riibard right: proil,

Especially, for those occasions And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.

Al Eltham-place I told your majesty. 1 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a

K. Hen. And those occasious, uncle, were of

force : man Just and upright ; and, for your royal birth,

Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is,

That Richard be restored to his blood.
Inferior to none but his majesty :
And ere that we will suffer such a prince,

Har. Let Richard be restored to bis blood; So kind a father of the commonweal,

So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd. To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, +

Il in. As will the rest, so willeth Winele

ter. We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes.

K. Hen. If Ricbard will be true, tot what 2 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails

alone, Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.

But all the whole inheritance I give, [Skirmish again.

That doth belong unto the house of York, Glo. Stay, stay, I say!

From whence you spring by lineal descent. And if you love ine, as you say you do,

Plan. Thy huu.ble servant vows obedience, Let me persvade you to forbear a while.

And humble service, till the point of death. K. Hen. 0 how this discord doth afflict my

K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against soul!

my foot ; Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold And, in reguerdon • of that duty done, My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: Who should be pitiful, if you be not?

Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet ; Or who should study to prefer a peace,

And rise created princely duke of York. If holy churchinen take delight in broils !

Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes taay Wur. My lord protector, yield ;-yield, Win

fall! chester ;

And as my duty springs so perish they Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,

Tbat grudge one thought against your majesty! To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. All. Welcome, high prince, the migbty dulo You see what mischief, and what murder too,

of York! Hath been evacted through your enmity :

Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of

York ! Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.

Aside. Ilin. He shall submit, or I will never yield.

Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty, Glo. Compassion on the king commavds me To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France : stoop;

The presence of a king engenders love Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest Amougst his subjects, and bis loyal friends ; Should ever get that privilege of me.

As it disaniinates his enemies. Wur. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the

K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, klag duke

Henry goes ; Hath bayish'd moody discontented fury,

For friendiy counsel cuts off many foes. As by his sinoothed brows it doth appear :

Glo. Your ships already are in readinese. Wby look you still so stern, and tragical ?

Exeunt all bat EXETER. Glo. Here, Winchester, 1 offer thee my hand. Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in K. Hen. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard

France, you preach,

Not seeing what is likely to ensue : That malice was a great and grievous sin : This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers, And will not you maintain the thiug you teachi, Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love, But prove a chief offender in the same

And will at last break out into a flame : Wur. Sweet king !—The bishop bath a kindly As fester'd members rot but by degrees, gird. 1

Till bones, and flesb, and sinews, fall away,

So will this base and envious discord breed.
Uuseemly, indecert.

And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
This was a term of reproach toward men of learning.
Feels au emotion of kind remorse.

• Recompense.


Which, in the time of Henry, pam'd the fifth, Alarum : Excursions. Enter from the Town, Was in the mouth of every sucking babe, - BEDFORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with


BURGUNDY, and That Henry, vorn at Monmouth, should win

the English

Forces. Then, enter on the Walls, LA And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all : PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENGON, Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish

and others. His days may fiuish ere that bapless time.

Puc. Good morrow, gallants ! want ye corn (Exit.

for bread 1

I think the duke of Burgundy will fast, SCENE II.-France.-Before Rouen. Before he'll buy again at such a rate :

'Twas full of darnel ; Do you like the taste ! Enter LA PUCELLA disguised, and SOLDIERS Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courdressed like Countrymen, with Sacks upon

tezan! their Backs.

I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,

And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of

Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before Rouen,

that time. Through which our policy must make a breach :

Bed. 0 let no words, but deeds, revenge this Take heed, be wary how you place your words;

treason ! Talk like the vulgar sort of market-inen,

Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? That come to gather money for their corn.

break a lance, If we have entrance, (as I hope we shall,)

And run a tilt at death within a chairs And that we find the slothful watch but weak,

Tal. Foul fiend of France, and bag of all de. I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,

spite, Tbat Charles the Dauphin niay cncounter

Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours ! them.

Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, 1 Sold. Our sacks sball be a mean to sack the And twit with cowardice a man balf dead! city,

Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, And we be lords and rulers over Rouen ;

Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. Therefore we'll knock..


Puc. Are you so hot, Sir ?-Yet, Pucelle, hold Guard. (Within.] Qui est !

thy peace ; Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France : If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.Poor market-folks, that come to sell their

[TALBOT, and the rest consult together. corn.

God speed the parliament! who shall be the Guard. Enter, go in; the market-hell is rung.

speaker (Opens the Gates.

Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us iu the Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to

field ? the ground.

Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for [PUCELLE, &c. enter the City.


To try if that our own be our's or no. Enter CHARLES, BASTARD of Orleans, ALEN

Tal. I speak pot to that railing Hecate, çox, and Forces.

But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest ; Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy strata. Will ye, like soldiers, coine and tighit it out ?

Alen. Signior, no. And once again we'll sleep secure in Roüen. Tal. Signior, hang 1-base muleteers of Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her prac

France ! tisants ;

Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, Now she is there, how will she specify

Aud dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Where is the best and safest passage in ?

Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder

walls; tower ;

For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.Which, once discern'd, shows, that her mean-God be wi' you, my lord! we came, Sir, but to

ing is, No way to that, t for weakness, which she enter’d. That we are here. Enter LA PUCELLE ON a Battlement : hold.

(Exeunt La Pucelle, &c. from the Walls,

Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, ing out a Torch burning.

Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, torch,

(Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in That joineth Rouen onto ber countrymen :

France,) But buruing fatal to the Talbotites.

Either to get the town again, or die : Bast. See, noble Charles I the beacon of our Aud 1,-as sure as English Henry lives, friend,

And as his father here was conqueror; The burning torch in yonder turret stands. As sure as in this late-betrayed town

Char. Now shine it like a cornet of revenge, Great Caur-de-lion's heart was buried ; A prophet to the fall of all our foes !

So sure I swear, to get the town, or die. Alen. Defer no time, Delays bave dangerous Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy

VOWS. Enter, and cry-The Dauphin !-presently, Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, And then do execution on the watch.

The valiant' duke of Bedford :-Come, my lord, [They enter. We will bestow you in some better place,

Filter for sickness, and for crazy age. Alarum. Enter TALBOT, and certain

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me : English.

Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen, Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with And will be partner of your weal, or woe. thy tears,

Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade If Talbot but survive thy treachery.

you. Pucelle, that witch, that damped sorceress, Bed. Not to be gone from bence ; for once I Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,

read, That hardly we escap'd the pride 1 of France. That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sich, (Excunt to the Town. Came to the field, and vanquished his foes :

Metbinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, • Confederates in stratagems.

Because I ever found them as myself.
+ 1. c. No way equal to hat.
Haaghty power.

• Brother to Aurelius, and father to king Arthnr


tell you

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