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How joyful am I made by this contract!-
Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
1 Serv. Content: I'll to the surgeon's.

2 Serv.

And so will I.

3 Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern affords. [Exeunt Servants, Mayor, &c. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign; Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet

We do exhibit to your majesty.

Glo. Well urg'd, my Lord of Warwick ;-for, sweet prince, An if your grace mark every circumstance,

You have great reason to do Richard right;

Especially for those occasions

At Eltham Place I told your majesty.

K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
That Richard be restored to his blood.

War. Let Richard be restored to his blood;
So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd.

Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that alone,
But all the whole inheritance I give

That doth belong unto the house of York,
From whence you spring by lineal descent.

Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience

And humble service till the point of death.

K. Hen. Stoop, then, and set your knee against my foot; And in reguerdon of that duty done

I girt thee with the valiant sword of York:

Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,

And rise created princely Duke of York.

Plan. And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!

And as my duty springs, so perish they

That grudge one thought against your majesty!

All. Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!

Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York! [Aside. Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty

To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France:

The presence of a king engenders love

Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,

As it disanimates his enemies.

K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, King Henry goes; For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.

[Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER.

Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France,
Not seeing what is likely to ensue.

This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,
And will at last break out into a flame:
As fester'd members rot but by degree,
Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
So will this base and envious discord breed.
And now I fear that fatal prophecy

Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,-
That Henry born at Monmouth should win all,
And Henry born at Windsor should lose all:
Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
His days may finish ere that hapless time.

SCENE II.-FRANCE. Before Rouen.

[Exit.

Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, and Soldiers dressed like
Countrymen, with sacks upon their backs.

Puc. These are the city-gates, the gates of Rouen,
Through which our policy must make a breach:
Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men
That come to gather money for their corn.
If we have entrance,-as I hope we shall,-
And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,

That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.

1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;

Therefore we'll knock.

Guard. [within.] Qui est là?

Puc. Paysans, pauvres gens de France,

Poor market-folks that come to sell their corn.

[Knocks.

Guard. [opening the gates.] Enter, go in; the market

bell is rung.

Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground. [LA PUCELLE, &c., enter the Town.

Enter CHARLES, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENÇON, and Forces.

Char. Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!

And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.

Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants;

Now she is there, how will she specify
Where is the best and safest passage in?

Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;
Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,—
No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.

Enter LA PUCELLE on a battlement, holding out a torch burning.

Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding-torch

That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,

But burning fatal to the Talbotites.

Bast. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;

The burning torch in yonder turret stands.

Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,

A prophet to the fall of all our foes!

Alen. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends; Enter, and cry The Dauphin! presently,

And then do execution on the watch.

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Alarum. Enter, from the Town, TALBOT and English

Soldiers.

Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, If Talbot but survive thy treachery.

Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
That hardly we escap'd the pride of France.

[Exeunt into the Town.

Alarum: excursions. Enter, from the Town, BEDFORD, brought in sick in a chair, with TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the English Forces. Then enter on the walls LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENÇON, and others.

Puc. Good-morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread? I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast

Before he'll buy again at such a rate:

'Twas full of darnel;-do you like the taste?

Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!

I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own,

And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.

Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that time. Bed. O let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason! Puc. What will you do, good gray-beard? break a lance, And run a tilt at death within a chair?

Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!

Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

Puc. Are you so hot, sir?-Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.

[TALBOT and the rest consult together. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker? Tal. Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field? Puc. Belike your lordship takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours or no.

Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecaté,

But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest;

Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
Alen. Signior, no.

Tal. Signior, hang!-base muleteers of France!
Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,
And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.

Puc. Away, captains! let's get us from the walls;
For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.-
God b' wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you
That we are here. [Exeunt LA PUc., &c., from the Walls.
Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long,

Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!-
Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,-
Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,—
Either to get the town again or die;
And I, as sure as English Henry lives,
And as his father here was conqueror;
As sure as in this late-betrayed town
Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried,-
So sure I swear to get the town or die.

Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
Tal. But ere we go, regard this dying prince,
The valiant Duke of Bedford.-Come, my lord,
We will bestow you in some better place,
Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:
Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen,

And will be partner of your weal or woe.

Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read

That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick

Came to the field, and vanquished his foes:
Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
Because I ever found them as myself.

Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!

Then be it so:-heavens keep old Bedford safe!—
And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,

But gather we our forces out of hand,

And set upon our boasting enemy.

[Exeunt into the Town, BUR., TAL., and Forces, leaving BED. and others.

Alarum: excursions. Enter SIR JOHN FASTOLFE, and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste? Fast. Whither away! to save myself by flight:

We are like to have the overthrow again.

Cap. What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
Fast.

All the Talbots in the world, to save my life.
Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!

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[Exit into the Town.

Retreat: excursions. Re-enter, from the Town, LA PUCELLE,
ALENÇON, CHARLES, &c., and exeunt flying.

Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
They that of late were daring with their scoffs
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.

[Dies, and is carried off in his chair.

Alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and others. Tal. Lost and recover'd in a day again!

This is a double honour, Burgundy:

Yet heavens have glory for this victory!

Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy

Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects

Thy noble deeds, as valour's monuments.

Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?

I think her old familiar is asleep:

Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? What, all a-mort? Rouen hangs her head for grief

That such a valiant company are fled.

Now will we take some order in the town,
Placing therein some expert officers;

And then depart to Paris to the king,

For there young Harry with his nobles lie.

Bur. What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.
Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget

The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,

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