Baf. And doth beget new courage in our breafts. Alan. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, And doth deserve a coronet of gold.

Dan. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers, And feek how we may prejudice the foe.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IX.

PARIS.

Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, York, Suffolk, Somerfet, Warwick, Exeter: To them Talbot with his foldiers.

Tal.

M

Y gracious Prince and honourable peers,
Hearing of your arrival in this realm,

I have a while giv'n truce unto my wars,
To do my duty to my Soveraign,

In fign whereof, this arm that hath reclaim'd
To your obedience fifty fortreffes,

Twelve cities, and fev'n walled towns of strength,
Befide five hundred prifoners of esteem;

Lets fall the fword before your highness' feet:
And with fubmiffive loyalty of heart

Afcribes the glory of his conqueft got,

Firft to my God, and next unto your grace.

K. Henry. Is this the fam'd lord Talbot, uncle Glo'fter, That hath fo long been refident in France?

Glou. Yes, if it please your Majefty, my Liege.
K. Henry. Welcome brave captain and victorious

lord.

When I was young (as yet I am not old)
1 do remember how my father faid,
A stouter champion never handled fword.
Long fince we were refolved of your truth,
Your faithful fervice and your toil in war;
Yet never have you tafted our reward,

Or

Or been reguerdon'd with fo much as thanks,
Because 'till now we never faw your face:
Therefore ftand up, and for thefe good deferts,
We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury,

And in our coronation take your place.

Manent Vernon and Baffet.

[Exeunt.

Ver. Now Sir to you that were fo hot at fea, Difgracing of these colours that I wear

In honour of my noble lord of York ;

Dar'ft thou maintain the former words thou spak'st } Baf. Yes, Sir, as well as you

dare

patronage

The envious barking of your fawcy tongue
Against the Duke of Somerfet..

Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
Baf. Why what is he as good a man as Tork.
Fer. Hark ye; not fo: in witness take you that.
[Strikes him:
Baf. Villain, thou know'ft the law of arms is fuch
That whofo draws a fword 'tis prefent death,
Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood..
But I'll unto his Majefty, and crave

I may have liberty to venge this wrong,

When thou shalt fee I'll meet thee to thy coft.

Ver. Well, mifcreant, I'll be there as soon as you,

And after meet you fooner than

you would.

[Exeunt.

A C T IV. SCENE I.

PARIS.

Enter King Henry, Gloucester, Winchester, York, Suffolk, Somerfet, Warwick, Talbot, Exeter, and Governor of Paris.

L

GLOUCESTER.

ORD Bishop, fet the crown upon his head.

Win. God fave King Henry, of that name the Sixth.

Glow. Now governor of Paris take your oath,

That you elect no other King but him;

Efteem none friends, but fuch as are his friends,
And none your foes, but fuch as fhall pretend
Malicious practices against his ftate.

This fhall ye do, fo help you righteous God.

† Enter Falstaff.

Fal. My gracious Soveraign, as I rode from Calais, To hafte unto your coronation,

A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee:
I vow'd, bafe Knight, when I did meet thee next,
To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
Which I have done; becaufe unworthily
Thou waft inftalled in that high degree.
Pardon, my Princely Henry, and the reft:
This daftard, at the battle of Poitiers,

† See the note on the fifth Scene of Alt 3.

When

When but in all I was fix thoufand ftrong,
And that the French were almoft ten to one;
Before we met, or that a ftroke was given,
Like to a trufty 'fquire did run away.
In which affault we loft twelve hundred men,
My felf and divers gentlemen befide

Were there furpriz'd and taken prisoners.
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amifs;
Or whether that fuch cowards ought to wear
This ornament of knighthood, yea or no?

Glou. To fay the truth, this fact was infamous,
And ill befeeming any common man ;

Much more a Knight, a captain, and a leader.
Tal. When firft this order was ordain'd, my lords,
Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
Not fearing death, nor fhrinking for distress,
But always refolute in moft extreams.
He then that is not furnish'd in this fort
Doth but ufurp the facred name of Knight,
Prophaning this moft honourable order;
And fhould, if I were worthy to be judge,
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born fwain
That doth presume to boaft of gentle blood,
K. Henry. Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'ft thy
doom,

Be packing therefore thou that waft a Knight';
Henceforth we banish thee on pain of death.

[Exit Faltaff.

And now, my lord Protector, view the letter
Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.

Glow. What means his grace that he hath chang'd his ftile ?>

No more but plain and bluntly, To the King. [Reading. Hath he forgot he is his Soveraign?

Or doth this churlish fuperfcription

Portend fome alteration in good will?

What's here? I have upon especial cause,

[Reads.

Mov'd with compassion of my country's wrack,

Together

Together with the pitiful complaints

of fuch as your oppreffion feeds upon,
Forfaken your pernicious faction,

And join'd with Charles the rightful King of France.
O monftrous treachery! can this be fo?
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,

There fhould be found fuch falfe diffembling guile?
K. Henry. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt ?
Glou. He doth, my lord, and is become our foe.
K. Henry. Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
Glou. It is the worft, and all, my lord, he writes.
K. Henry. Why then lord Talbot there fhall talk with
him,

And give him chastisement for this abuse.

My lord, how fay you, are you not content?

Tal. Content, my Liege? yes: but that I'm prevented,

I fhould have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
K. Henry. Then gather ftrength, and march unto him
ftrait:

Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason,
And what offence it is to flout his friends,

Tal. I go, my lord, in heart defiring still
You may behold confufion of your foes. [Exis Talbot.

SCENE II.

Enter Vernon and Baffet.

Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious Soveraign.
Baf. And me my lord, grant me the combat too.
Fork. This is my fervant, hear him noble Prince.
Som. And this is mine, fweet Henry favour him.
K. Henry. Be patient, lords, and give them leave to
fpeak.

Say gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
Ver. With him, my lord, for he hath done me wrong,
Baf. And I with him, for he hath done me wrong,

K. Henry,