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. Perifh, bafe prince, ignoble duke of York!
[Afide.

Glo. Now will it beft avail your majefty,

To cross the feas, and to be crown'd in France :
The prefence of a king engenders love

Amongst his fubjects, and his loyal friends;
And it difanimates his enemies.

K. Henry. When Glofter fays the word, king Henry For friendly counfel cuts off many foes.

Glo. Your fhips already are in readiness.

[goes;

[Exeunt all but EXETER. Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in France, Not feeing what is likely to enfue:

This late diffention, grown betwixt the peers,
Burns under feigned afhes of forg'd love,
And will at last break out into a flame:
As fefter'd members rot but by degrees,
'Till bones, and flesh, and finews, fall away,
So will this bafe and envious difcord breed.
And now I fear that fatal prophecy,

Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth,
Was in the mouth of every fucking babe-
That Henry, born at Monmouth, thould win all;
And Henry, born at Windfor, fhould lofe all:
Which is fo plain, that Exeter doth with
His days may finifh ere that hapless time. [Exit.

SCENE

SCENE II. Roan in France.

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE difguifed, and Soldiers with Sacks upon their Backs, like Countrymen. ·

Pucel. Thefe are the city gates, the gates of Roan, Through which our policy muft make a breach :-Take heed, be wary how you place your words; Talk like the vulgar fort of market-men, That come to gather money for their corn. If we have entrance (as, I hope, we fhall), And that we find the flothful watch but weak, I'll by a fign give notice to our friends, That Charles the dauphin may encounter them.

1 Sol. Our facks fhall be a mean to fack the city, And we be lords and rulers over Roan; Therefore we'll knock.

Watch. Qui va là?

[Knocks,

Pucel. Paifans, pauvre gens de France: Poor market-folks, that come to fell their corn. Watch. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. Pucel. Now, Roan, I'll fhake thy bulwarks to the ground. [Exeunt,

Enter Dauphin, Baftard, and ALENÇON.

Dau. Saint Dennis blefs this happy ftratagem: And once again we'll fleep fecure in Roan.

Baft. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practifants: Now the is there, how will fhe fpecify Where is the beft and fafeft paffage in?

Reig. By thrufting out a torch from yondertower; Which, once difcerned, fhews, that her meaning is-No way to that, for weaknefs, which the enter'd.

Enter

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on a Battlement, thrusting out a Torch burning.

Pucel. Behold this is the happy wedding torch, A
That joineth Roan unto her countrymen;
But burning fatal to the Talbotites.

Baft. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our friend,
The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
Dau. Now fhine it like a comet of revenge,

A prophet to the fall of all our foes!

Reig. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends;
Enter, and cry-The Dauphin!-presently,
And then do execution on the watch.

[An Alarum'; TALBOT in an Excurfion.

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Tal. France, thou fhalt rue thy treason with thy C If Talbot but furvive thy treachery.Pucelle, that witch, that damned forcerefs, Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares. That hardly we escap'd the pride of France.

[Exit.

An Alarum: Excurfions. Enter BEDFORD, brought in fick, in a Chair, with TALBOT and BURGUNDY, without. Within, JOAN LA PUCELLE, Dauphin, Baftard, and ALENÇON, on the Walls.

Pucel. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for I think, the duke of Burgundy will faft, [bread? Before he'll buy again at such a rate :

'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste?

Burg. Scoffon, vile fiend, and ihameless courtezan! I truft, ere long to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curfe the harveft of that corn. Dau. Your grace may ftarve, perhaps, before that time.

Bed.

Bed. Oh, let no words, but deeds, revenge this

treafon !

Pucel. What will you do, good grey-beard? break And run a tilt at death within a chair? [a lance, Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all defpight, Encompass'd with thy luftful paramours! Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead? Damfel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or elfe let Talbot perifh with this fhame.

Pucel. Are you fo hot, fir ?-Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;

If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.—

[TALBOT, and the reft, whisper together in Council. God fpeed the parliament! who fhall be the speaker? Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field? Pucel. Belike, your lordfhip takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours, or no.

Tal. I fpeak not to that railing Hecate,
But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest;
Will ye, like foldiers, come and fight it out?
Alen. Signior, no.

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

Pucel. Captains, away; let's get us from the walls; For Talbot means no goodneis, by his looks. God be wi'you, my lord! we came, fir, but to tell

you

That we are here.

[Exeunt from the Walls. Tal. And there will we be too ere it be long, Or elfe reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy houfe (Prick'd on by publick wrongs, fuftain'd in France),

Either to get the town again, or die:
And I-as fure as Englith Henry lives,
And as his father here was conqueror;
As fure as in this late-betrayed town
Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried;
So fure I fwear, to get the town, or die.
Burg. My vows are equal partners withthy vows,
Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
The valiant duke of Bedford :-Come, my lord,
We will beftow you in fome better place,
Fitter for fickness, and for crazy age.

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not fo difhonour me:
Here will I fit before the walls of Roan,
And will be partner of your weal, or woe.

Burg. Courageous Bedford, let us now perfuade

you.

Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read That ftout Pendragon, in his litter, fick, Came to the field, and vanquifhed his foes: Methinks, I fhould revive the foldiers' hearts, Because I ever found them as myself.

Tal. Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast!Then be it fo:--Heavens keep old Bedford fafe;And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,

But gather we our forces out of hand,

And fet upon our boasting enemy.

[Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces.

An Alarum: Excurfions. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE, and a Captain.

Cap. Whither away, Sir John Faftolfe, in fuch hafte?

Faft. Whither away? to fave myself by flight; We are like to have the overthrow again.

Cap