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For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, The truth on our side.
Call’d for the truce of Winchester and Gloster: Som. No, Plantagenet,
And, if thou be not then created York, 'Tis not for fear; but anger,-that thy cheeks I will not live to be accounted Warwick. Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses; Meantime, in signal of my love to thee, And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,
Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset? Will I upon thy party wear this rose : Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Planta- And here I prophesy:- This brawl to-day, genet?
Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain Sball send, between the red rose and the his truth;
white, Whiles thy consuming canker eats his false- A thousand souls to death and deadly night. Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to bleeding roses,
you, That shall maintain what I have said is true, That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
Law. And so will I.
This quarrel will drink blood another day. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both
[Exeunt. him and thee. Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throa..' *ONE V.-The same.- A Room in the Tower. Soi Away, away, good William De-laPoole!
Enter MORTIMER, brought in a Chair two We grace the yeoman, by conversing with
Keepers. War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying him, Somerset ;
age, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.Third son to the third Edward king of Eng- Even like a man new haled from the rack, land;
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment : Spring crestless yeomen* from so deep a root? And these grey locks, the pursuivants of Plan. He bears bim on the place's privilege,t
death, Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Nestor-like aged, in an age of care, Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. my words
These eyes—like lamps whose wasting oil is On any plot of ground in Christendom :
spent, Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cam- Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent:t bridge,
Weak shoulders, overborne with burd’ning For treason executed in our late king's days? grief; And, by his treason, stand’st not thou attainted, And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine Corrupted, and exempti from ancient gentry? That droops his sapless branches to the His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
(numb, And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman. Yet are these feet-whose strengthless stay is
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted; Unable to support this lump of clay,Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;' Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, And that I'll prove on better men than Somer- As witting I no other comfort have.set,
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come ? Were growing time once ripen’d to my will. 1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will For your partakers Poole, and you yourself, I'll note you in my book of memory,
We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; To scourge you for this apprehension :// And answer was return'd' that he will come. Look to
well; and say you are well "warn'd. Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisSom. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee
Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. And know us, by these colours, for thy foes;. Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, For these my friends, in spite of thee, sha!l (Before whose glory I was great in arms,)
This loathsome sequestration have I had; Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry And even since then hath Richard been obrose,
Depriv'd of honour and inheritance : [scurd. As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, But now, the arbitrator of despairs, Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Just death, kind umpiret of men's miseries, Until it wither with me to the grave,
With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me Or flourish to the height of my degree,
hence; Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy I would, his troubles likewise were expir’d, ambition !
That so he might recover what was lost.
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET.
[Exit. 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce
is come. endure it!
Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend ? Is he Wur. This blot, that they object against
come ? your house, 1. e. Those who have no right to arms.
* The heralds that, fore-running death, proclaim its ap+ The temple, being a religious house, was a sanctuary.
proach. 1 Excluded. Confederate. 1| Opinion
1 1. e. He who terminates or concludes miscry.
Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us’d, But yet, methinks, niy father's execution Your nephew, late-despised* Richard, comes. Was nothing less than bloody tyranny. Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic; neck,
Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster, And in his bosom spend my latter gasp: And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd. 0, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, But now thy uncle is removing hence; That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.- As princes do their courts, when they are And now declare, sweet stem from York's cloy'd great stock,
With long continuance in a settled place. Why didsi thou say-of late thou wert despis'd ? Plan. O, uncle, 'would some part of my Plan. First, lean thine aged back against
young years mine arm;
Might but redeem the passage of your age! And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease. Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the This day, in argument upon a case, (me:
slaught'rer doth, Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. Among which terms he used his lavish tongue, Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; Avd did upbraid me with my father's death; Only, give order for my funeral; Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, And so farewell ;* and fair be all thy hopes! Else with the like I had requited him: And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! Therefore, good uncle,- for my father's sake,
[Dics. In honour of a true Plantagenet,
Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting And for alliance' sake,--declare the cause In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, (soul? My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. And like a hermit overpass'd thy days. Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that im- Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast; prison’d me,
And 'what I do imagine, let that rest.--And hath detain’d me, all my flow'ring youth, Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine, Will see his burial better than his life.Was cursed instrument of his decease.
[Exeunt KEEPERs, bearing out MORTIMER. Plan. Discover more at large what cause Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, that was;
Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort :For I am ignorant, and cannot guess. And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, And death approach not ere my tale be done. I doubt not, but with honour to redress : Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king, And therefore haste I to the parliament; Depos'd his nephew Richard; Edward's son, Either to be restored to my blood, The first-begotten, and the lawful heir Or make my illt the advantage of my good. Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
(Exil. During whose reign, the Percies of the north, Finding his usurpation most unjust,
ACT III. Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne:
SCENE 1.—The same. The Parliament-house. The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Was-for that (young king Richard thus re- Flourish. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, Glosmov'd,
TER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, anul SUPFOLK; Leaving no heir begotten of his body,)
the Bishop of WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANI was the next by birth and parentage;
TAGENET, and others. GLOSTER offers to put For by my mother I derived am
up a Bill;t WINCHESTER snatches it, and From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son
tears it. To king Edward the third, whereas he, Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
lines, Being but fourth of that heroic line.
With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, But mark; as, in this haughty; great attempt, Humphrey of Gloster ? if thou canst accuse, They laboured to plant the rightful heir, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, I lost my liberty, and they their lives.
Do it without invention suddenly; Long after this, when Henry the fifth,
As I with sudden and extemporal speech Succeeding his father Bolingbroker-did
reign, Purpose to answer what thou canst object. Thy father, earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place comFrom famous Edmund Langley, duke of mands my patience,
Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd Again, in pity of my hard distress,
The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, Levied an army; weenings to redeem, That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able And have instali'd me in the diadem : Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen: But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedAnd was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
ness, In whom the title rested, were suppress’d. Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the As very infants prattle of thy pride. last.
Thou art a most pernicious usurer; Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue Froward by nature, enemy to peace; have;
Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems And that my fainting words do warrant death: A man of thy profession, and degree; Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather: And for thy treachery, What's more manifest? But yet be wary in thy studious care. In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life, Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with As well at London bridge, as at the Tower? me:
Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sisted, * Lately-despised. Uneasiness, discontent. * Lucky, prosperous + My ill, is my ill 1815C. I lligh Thinking:
11. 6. Articles of accusation.
The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt To hold your slaughtering hands, and keep the From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
peace. Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouch- Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife. To give me hearing what I shall reply. (safe 1 Serv. Nay, if we be
(teeth. If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse, Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our As he will have me, How am I so poor?
2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
[Skirmish aguin. Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling : Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish And for dissention, Who preferreth peace And set this unaccustom'd* fight aside. [broil, More than I do, except I be provok'a ? 1 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a No, my good lords, it is not that offends; It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke: Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, It is, because no one should sway but he; Inferior to none, but his majesty: No one, but he, should be about the king; And ere that we will suffer such a prince, And that engenders thunder in bis breast, So kind a father of the commonweal, And makes him roar these accusations forth. To be disgraced by an inkhorn matent But he shall know, I am as good
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight, Glo. As good?
And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes. Thou bastard of my grandfather!
2 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Win. Ay, lordly Sir; For what are you, I Shall pitch a field, when we are dead. But one imperious in another's throne? (pray,
[Skirmish agam. Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest? Glo. Stay, stay, I say! Win. And am I not a prelate of the church? And, if you love me, as you say you do,
Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps, Let me persuade you to forbear a while. And useth it to patronage his theft.
K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my Win. Uoreverent Gloster!
soul ! Glo. Thou art reverent
Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold Couching thy spiritual function, not thy life. My sighs and tears, and will not once relent? Win. This Rome shall reniedy,
Who should be pitiful, if you be not? War, Roam thither then.
Or who should study to prefer a peace, Sum. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. If holy churchmen take delight in broils ? War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. War. My lord protector, yield ;-yield WinSom. Methinks, my lord should be religious,
chester;And know the office that belongs to such. Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,
Wur. Methinks, his lordship should be hum. To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm. It fitteth not a prelate so to plead. [bler; You see what mischief, and what murder too, Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood. War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that? Win. He shall'submit, or I will never yield. Is not his grace protector to the king ?
Glo. Compassion on the king commands me Plun. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his
Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest Lest it be said, Speuk, sirrah, when you should; Should ever get that privilege of me. Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords? Wur. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the Else would I have a fling at Winchester. Hath bapish'd moody discontented fury, [duke
[Aside. As by his smoothed brows it doth appear; K. Hen. Uncies of Gloster, and of Win- Why look yon still so stern, and tragical? chester,
Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. The special watchmen of our English weal; K. Hen. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
you preach, To join your hearts in love and amity. That malice was a great and grievous sin: 0, what a scandal is it to our crown,
And will not you maintain the thing you teach, That two such noble peers as ye, should jar! But prove a chief offender in the same? Believe nie, lords, my tender years can tell, War. Sweet king!—The bishop hath a kindly Civil dissention is a viperous worm,
gird. I That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent;
[A noise within ; Down with the tawny coats! What, shall a child instruct you what to do? What tumult's this?
Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to War. An uproar, I dare warrant,
thee; Begun through malice of the bishop's men. Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.
(A noise again; Stones! Stones! Glo. Ay; but, I fear me, with a hollow Enter the MAYOR of London, uttended.
heart. May. O, my good lords,--and virtuous Hen- This token serveth for a flag of truce,
See here, my friends, and loving countrymen;
So help me God, as I dissemble not!
Win. So help me God, as I intend it not!
(Aside. And, banding themselves in contrary parts,
K. Hen. O loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, Do pelt so fast at one another's pate, Cout: How joyful am I made by this contractThat many have their giddy brains knock'd 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; I'll to the surgeon's. Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers nf GLOSTER 2 Serr. And so will I. and WINCHESTER, with bloody putes.
• Unseemly, indecent. K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to + This was a term of reproach toward men of leaming. ourself,
| Feels an emotion of kind remorse.
3 Serv. And I will see what physic the ta- | Through which our policy must make a breach: vern affords. [Exeunt SERVANTS, Take heed, be wary how you place your MAYOR, &c.
words; Wur. Accept this scroll, most gracious Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men, sovereign;
That come to gather money for their corn. Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet, If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we sball,) We do exhibit to your majesty.
And that we find the slothful watch but weak, Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick;-for, I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, sweet prince,
That Charles the Dauphin may encounter An if your grace mark every circumstance,
them. You have great reason to do Richard' right: 1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack Especially, for those occasions
the city, At Eltham-place I told your majesty.
And we be lords and rulers over Rouen; K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were Therefore we'll knock.
[Knocks. of force:
Guard. (Within.] Qui est la? Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France: That Richard be restored to his blood. Poor market-fólks, that come to sell their
War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; So shall his father's wrongs be recompens’d. Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is Win. As will the rest, so willeth Win
(Opens the Gates. chester,
Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that
to the ground. But all the whole inheritance I give, [alone,
(PUCELLE, &c. enter the City. That doth belong unto the house of York, From whence you spring by lineal descent. Enter Charles, BASTARD of Orleans, ALENÇON, Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience,
and Forces. And humble service, till the point of death. Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy strataK. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee a:
gem! gainst my foot';
And once again we'll sleep secure in Roüen. And, in reguerdon* of that duty done,
Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her pracI girt thee with the valiant sword of York:
tisants ;* Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet; Now she is there, how will she specify And rise created princely duke of York. Where is the best and safest passage in ? Plan. And so thrive Richard, as thy foes Alen. By thirusting out a torch from yonder may fall!
tower; And as my duty springs so perish they Which, once discern'd, shows, that her meanThat grudge one thought against your majesty! ing is,
(enter'd. Au. Welcome, high prince, the mighty duke No way to that,t for weakness, which she
of York! Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of Enter La Pucelle on a Battlement: holding York !
out a Torch burning. Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty, Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France:
torch, The presence of a king engenders love
That joineth Roüen unto her countrymen: Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends;
But burning fatal to the Talbotites.
Bast. See, noble Charles ! the beacon of our
friend, Henry goes;
The burning torch in yonder turret siands. For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
A prophet to the fall of all our foes ! (Exeunt all but Exeter.
Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in
ends; Not seeing what is likely to ensue: [France, Enter, and cry–The Dauphin!—presently, This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers, And then do execution on the watch. Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,
[They enter. And will at last break out into a flame: As fester'd members rot but by degrees, Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English, Till bones, and flesh, and sinews, fall away,
Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason So will this base and envious discord breed.
with thy tears, And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
If Talbot but survive thy treachery.Which, in the time of Henry, nam & the fifth, Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, Was in the mouth of every sucking babe, - Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win That hardly we escap'd the pride of France. all;
(Exeunt to the Tour. And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all: Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish
Alarum: Excursions. Enter from the Town, His days may finish ere that hapless time.
BEDFORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with
TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the English Forces. SCENE II.-France.-Before Rouen,
Then, enter on the Walls, LA PUCELLE,
CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENÇON, and others. Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, and SOLDIERS dressed like Countrymen, with Sacks upon their
Puc. Good morrow, gallants ! want ye corn Backs.
for bread ? Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of
I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,
* Confederates in stratagems.
+ 1.e. No way equal to that. Haughty power
Before he'll buy again at such a rate: | And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, 'Twas full of darpel; Do you like the taste ? But gather we our forces out of band, Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless cour- And set upon our boasting enemy.
(Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,
leaving BEDFORD, and others. And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, be
Alarums: Excursions. Enter Sir John Fasfore that time.
TOLFE, and a CAPTAIN. Bed. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolle, in treason!
such haste? Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard?! Fast. Whither away? to save myself by break a lance,
flight; And run a tilt at death within a chair? We are like to have the overthrow again. Tul. 'Foul fiend of France, and bag of all de- Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talspite,
bot? Encompass'd' with thy lustful paramours ! Fast. Ay, Becomes it thee to taunt bis valiant age, All the Talbots in the world to save my life. And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
[Exit. Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
[Exit. Puc. Are you so hot, Sir ?--Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;
Retreat: Excursions. Enter from the Town, LA If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.- PUCELLE, ALENÇON, CHARLES, 8c. and Er
[TALBOT, and the rest, consult together. eunt, flying. God speed the parliament! who shall be the Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven speaker ?
please; Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. field ?
What is the trust or strength of foolish man ? Pue, Belike, your lordship takes us then for They, that of late were daring with their scoffs, fools,
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. To try if that our own be ours, or no.
(Dies, and is carried of in his Chair. Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate, But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest;
Alarum: Enter Talbot, BURGUNDY, and others. Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? | Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! Alen. Signior, no.
This is a double honour, Burgundy:
Yet, heavens have glory for this victory!
Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,
118, Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Aud dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. Puc, Captains, away: let's get us from the
Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is walls;
Pucelle now? For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks. I think, her old familiar is asleep: God be wi' you, my lord ! we came, Sir, but Now where's the Bastard's braves, and to tell you
Charles his gleeks? That we are here.
What, all a-mort ?+ Roüen hangs ber head (Exeunt La Pucelle, &c. from the Walls.
for grief, Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long,
JON 8, That such a valiant company are fied. Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
Now will we take some ordert in the town, Vow, Burgundy, bv honour of thy house,
| Placing therein some expert officers; (Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in
And then depart to Paris, to the king;
For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies. Either to get the town again, or die:
Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth BurAnd I,-as sure as English Henry lives,
gundy. And as his father here was conqueror;
Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget As sure as in this late-betrayed town
The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'a, Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried;
But see his exequiess fulfill'd in Roüen; So sure I swear, to get the town, or die.
A braver soldier never couched lance, Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy
A gentler heart did never sway in court: vows.
But kings and mightiest potentates must die; Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, For that's the end of human misery. (Exeunt. The valiant duke of Bedford :--Come, my lord, We will bestow you in some better place, SCENE III.---The same.-The Plains near the Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age.
City. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Here will I sit before the walls of Roäen, Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD, ALENÇON, LA And will be partner of your weal, or woe.
Pucelle, and Forces. Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now per
Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, suade you. Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once
Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedied.
Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,
| And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, Because I ever found them as myself. Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul'd. Then be it so :-Heavens keep old Bedford Scofil.
ite dispirited. safe!
| Make some necessary dispositions. Funeral rites.