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HENRY

France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !
Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout
the town?

Dauphin, command the citizens make boufires,
And feast and banquet in the open streets,
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth
and joy,

When they shall hear how we have play'd the

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is won;

For which, I will divide my crown with her :
And all the priests and friars in my realm
Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.
A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was :
In memory of her, when she is dead,
Her asbes, in an urn more precious
Than the rich-jewell'd coffer of Darius +
Transported shall be at high festivals
Before the kings and queens of France.
No longer on St. Dennis will we cry,
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
Come in; and let us banquet royally,
After this golden day of victory.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

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Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and
Forces, with scaling Ladders; their Drums
beating a dead march.

Tal. Lord regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
By whose approach, the regions of Artois,
Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,
This happy night, the Frenchmen are secure,
Having all day carous'd and banquetted:
Embrace we then this opportunity;
As fitting best to quittance their deceit,
Contriv❜d by art, and baleful sorcery.

Bed. Coward of France!-how much
wrongs his fame,

Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
To join with witches, and the help of hell.
Bur. Traitors have never other company.-

he

But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so

pure?

Tal. A maid, they say.

Bett. A maid! and be so martial!

together: better far, I guess,
That we do make our entrauce several ways;
That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
The other yet may rise against their force.
Bed. Agreed: I'll to you corner.

Bur. And I to this.

Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make

his grave.

Now Salisbury I for thee, and for the right
Of English Heury, shall this night appear
How much in duty I am bound to both.

[The English scale the Walls, crying St.
George! a Talbot! and all enter by the
Town.

Sent. [Within.] Arm, arm! the enemy doth
make assault !

The French leap over the Walls in their
Shirts. Enter, several ways, BASTARD,
ALENGON, REIGNIER, half ready, and halj
unready.

Alen. How now, my lords? what, all un-
ready so?

Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well.

Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,

Hearing alarums at our chamber doors,

Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd

arms,

Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize

More venturous, or desperate than this.
Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of

hell.

Reig. If not of hell, the heavens sure favour

bim.

Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, how he sped.

Enter CHARLES, and LA PUCELLE. Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.

Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful
dame?

Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain,

That now our loss might be ten times so much?
Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with

his friend?

At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,

Or will you blame and lay the fault on me ?—
Improvident soldiers! had your watch been
good,

This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your de
fault;

That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely
kept,

As that whereof I had the government,

We had not been thus shamefully surpriz❜d.
Bast. Mine was secure.

Reig. And so was mine, my lord.

Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night,

Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,

Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere I was employ'd in passing to and fro,

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Rhodope, a famous strumpet, built one of the pyra-To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd, mds from the profits of her trade. When Alex And lay new platforms to endamage them. ander took Gaza, he found an exceeding rich and beauful casket, in which he ordered to be placed a copy of Homer's Iliad. The same as guard-room."

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Alarum. Enter an English SOLDIER, crying,|I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

a Talbot! a Talbot They fly, leaving Come bither, captain. [Whispers.]—You per

their Clothes behind.

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SCENE II.-Orleans.—Within the Town. Enter TALBOT, Bedford, BURGUNDY, a CAPTAIN, and others.

Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled,

Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
[Retreat sounded.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
And here advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre of this cursed town.-
Now have I paid my vow unto his soul!
For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-
night.

And, that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Within, their chiefest temple I'll erect

A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr’d :
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans;
The treacherous manner of his mournful death,
And what a terror he had been to France.
But, lords, in all our bloody masacre,

I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace;
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc;
Nor any of his false confederates.

Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began,

Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, They did, amongst the troops of armed men, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night,) Am sure I scar'd the Dauphin and his trull; When arm in arm they both came swiftly runLike to a pair of loving turtle-doves, [uing, That could not live asunder day or night. After that things are set in order here, We'll follow them wtih all the power we have.

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Count. Is this this the scourge of France i Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, That with his name the mothers still their babes ?

I see, report is fabulous and false:

I thought, I should have seen some Hercules,
A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
And large proportion of his strong-kuit limbs.
Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf :
It cannot be, this weak and writhled
Should strike such terror to his enemies.
Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble
you:

shrimp

But, since your ladyship is not at leisure,
I'll sort some other time to visit you.
Count. What means he now ?-Go ask him,
whither he goes.

Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady

craves

To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, I go to certify her Talbot's here.

Re-enter PORTER, with Keys. Fount. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Tal. Prisoner to whom?

Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord; And for that cause I trai'd thee to my house. Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, For in my gallery thy picture haugs: But now the substance shall endure the like; And I will chat these legs and arms of thine, That hast by tyrauuy, these many years, Wasted our country, slain our citizens, And sent our sons and husbands captivate. Tal. Ha, ha, ha!

Count. Laughest thon, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.

Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow,

Whereon to practise your severity.
Count. Why, art not thou the man ?
Tal. I am indeed.

Count. Then have I substance too.

Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceiv'd, my substance is not bere; For what you see, is but the smallest part And least proportion of humanity:

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, ↑ Wrinkled. 2 Foolish.

• For opinion.

It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.

And stands upon the honour of his birth, If he suppose that I bave pleaded truth,

Count. This is a riddling merchant for the From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.

nonce; "

He will be here, and yet he is not here:
How can these contrarieties agree?

Tul. That will i show you presently.

He winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a Peal of Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Saldiers.

How say you, madam? are you now persuaded,
That Talbot is but shadow of bimself?
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and

strength,

With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
And in a moment makes thein desolate.

Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited, t
And more thau may be gather'd by thy shape.
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
For I am sorry, that with reverence

I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor mis

construe

The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
The outward composition of his body.
What you have done, hath not offended me :
No other satisfaction do I crave,

But only (with your patience,) that we may Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have:

For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured

To feast so great a warrior in my house.

[Exeunt. SCENE IV.-London.-The Temple Garden. Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another LAWYER.

Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means this silence?

Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

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Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no
flatterer,

But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with ine
War. I love uo colours; and, without all
colour

Of base insinuating flattery,

I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet: Sup. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset ;

And say withal, I think he held the right.
Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen: and pluck
no more,

Till you conclude-that he, upon whose side
The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree,
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
Som. Good master Vernon, it is well ob.
jected; t

If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
Plan. And I.

Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the

case,

I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it

off;

Lest bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Aud fall on my side so against your will.

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,
And keep me on the ride where still I am.
Som. Well, well, come on: Who else?
Law. Unless my study and my books be
false,

The argument you held, was wrong in yon;
[To SOMERSET.
In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.
Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argu-

ment ?

Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, Shall die your white rose in a bloody red. Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit

our roses;

For pale they look with fear, as witnessing

Suf. Within the temple hall we were too The truth on our side.

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Som. No, Plantagenet,

'Tis not for fear; but anger,-that thy cheeks. Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses : And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ! Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet 1

Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;

Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.

Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleed

ing roses,

That shall maintain what I have said is true,
Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my

hand,

I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
Suff. Turn not thy scorns this way, Planta-
genet.

Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both
him and thee.

Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
Som. Away, away, good William De-la-
Poole !

We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him.
War. Now by God's will, thou wrong'st him,

Somerset ;

His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence,
Third son to the third Edward king of Eug-
land;
Spring crestless yeoman from so deep a root ?

Tints and deceits: a play on the word. + Justly proposed.

1 I. c. Those who have no right to arma

Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, * Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my words

On any plot of ground in Christendom:

Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent : Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning grief;

And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine That droops his sapless branches to the ground:— Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cam-Yet are these feet whose strengthless stay is bridge,

For treason executed in our late king's days?
And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry ?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
And till thou be restor❜d, thou art a yeoman.
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted;
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
And that I'll prove on better men than Somer-

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Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambitious Richard. [Exit.

Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce endure it !

War. This blot, that they object against your house,

Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament,
Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster:
And, if thou be not then created York,
I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,
Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
And here I prophesy.-This brawl to-day,
Grown to this faction, in the Temple-garden,
Shall send between the red rose and the
white,

A thousand souls to death and deadly night. Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you,

That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the

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Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.-
Even like a man new haled from the rack,
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment:

And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
Nestor-like aged, in an age of care,
Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer |

numb,

Unable to support this lump of clay,`
Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
As witting I no other comfort have.-
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come !
1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will

come :

We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber;
And answer was return'd that he will come.
Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satis
fied.-

Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
(Before whose glory I was great in arms,)
This loathsome sequestration have I had;
And even since then hath Richard been ob
scur'd.

Depriv'd of honour and inheritance:
But now, the arbitrator of despairs,

Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me
hence:
I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd,
That so he might recover what was lost.

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET.

1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is

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Among which terms he used his lavish tongue,
And did upbraid me with my father's death;
Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
Else with the like I had requited him:
Therefore, good uncle,--for my father's sake,
In honour of a true Plantagenet,
And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause
My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that impri-
sou'd me,

And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth,
Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
Was cursed instrument of his disease.

Plan. Discover more at large what cause that For I am ignorant, and cannot guess. was;

Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit,

And death approach not ere my tale be done.
Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king,
Depos'd his nephew Richard; Edward's son,
The first-begotten, and the lawful heir
Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
During whose reign, the Percies of the north,
Finding his usurpation most unjust,

These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne: spent,

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The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Was for that (young king Richard thus remov'd,

Leaving no heir begotten of his body,)

• Lately-despised.
↑ L'neasiness, discontent.

was the next by birth and parentage; For by my mother 1 derived am

From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son
To king Edward the third, whereas he,
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Being but fourth of that heroic line.

Bat mark; as, in this haughty⚫ great attempt,
They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
I lost my liberty, and they their lives.
Long after this, when Henry the fifth,
Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
Thy father, earl of Cambridge, then deriv'd
From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York,
Marrying my sister, that thy mother was,
Again, in pity of my hard distress,
Levied an army; weening to redeem,
And have install'd me in the diadem:
But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl,
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the title rested, were suppress'd.
Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the

last.

Mor. True; and thou seest that I no issue
have;

And that any fainting words do warrant death:
Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather:
But yet be wary in thy studious care.

Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with

me:

Bat yet, methinks, my father's execution
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.

Mar. With silence, nephew, be thou politic;
Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
And, like a mountain, not to be remov'd.
But now thy uncle is removing hence;

With written pamphlets studiously devis'd,
Humphrey of Gloster? if thou canst accuse,
Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
Do it without invention suddenly;
As I with sudden and extemporal speech
Purpose to answer what thou canst object.

Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place com-
mands my patience,

Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me.
Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able
Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen :
No, prelate; such is thy audacious wicked-
ness,

Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,
As very infants prattle of thy pride.
Thou art a most pernicious usurer;
Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Lascivious, wauton, more than well beseems
A man of thy profession, and degree;
And for thy treachery, What's more manifest?
In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
As well at London bridge, as at the Tower?
Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
The king thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouch-
safe

To give me hearing what I shall reply,
If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,
As he will have me, how am I so poor ?
Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling:
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

With long continuance in a settled place.
Plan. O uncle, 'would some part of my young

years

Might but redeem the passage of your age;
Mor. Thou dost then wrong me: as the
slaught'rer doth,

Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill.
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
Only, give order for my funeral;

And so farewell:† and fair be all thy hopes !
And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war!
[Dies.

Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting
soul !

In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage,
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.-
Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
And what I do imagine, let that rest.-
Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself
Will see bis burial better than his life.-

[Exeunt KEEPERS, bearing out MORTIMER.
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
Chok'd with ainbition of the meaner sort :-
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
Which Somerset bath offer'd to my house,
I doubt not, but with honour to redress :
And therefore haste I to the parliament;
Either to be restored to my blood,
Or make my ill the advantage of my good.

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[Exit.

SCENE 1.-The same.-The Parliamenthouse.

Flourish. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, Gloster, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUF POLK; the Bishop of WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOSTER offers to put up a Bill; WINCHESTER Snatches it, and tears it.

No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke:
It is, because no one should sway but he;
No one, but he, should be about the king;
And that engenders thunder in his breast,
And makes him roar these accusations forth.
But he shall know, I am as good--
Glo. As good?

Thon bastard of my grandfather !-

Win. Ay, loudly Sir; For what are you, I
pray,

But one imperious in another's throne?
Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest?
Win. And am I not a prelate of the church !
Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,
And useth it to patronage his theft.

Win. Unreverent Gloster!

Glo. Thou art reverent,

Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
Win. This Rome shall remedy.

War. Roam thither then.

Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious,
And know the office that belongs to such.
War. Methinks, his lordship should be hum-
bler;

It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.

Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so

near.

War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of
that ?

Is not his grace protector to the king?
Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his
tongue;

Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you
should;

Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords!
Else would I have a fling at Winchester.

[Aside.

K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster and of Winches
ter,

The special watchmen of our English weal;
I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
To join your hearts in love and amity.

Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated what a scandal is it to our crown,

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That two such noble peers as ye should jar !
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell,
Civil dissention is a viperous worm,

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