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About a certain question in the law,
Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him ;
With other vile and ignominious terms:
In confutation of which rude reproach,
And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
I crave the benefit of law of arms.

Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord :
For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit,
To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
Yet know, my lord, I was provok’d by him;
And he first took exceptions at this badge,
Pronouncing—that the paleness of this flower
Bewray'd 9 the faintness of my master's heart.

York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?

Som. Your private grudge,my lord of York,will out, Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.

K. Hen. Good lord! what madness rules in brain

ick men;

When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,
Such factious emulations shall arise !
Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.

York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight, And then your highness shall command a peace.

Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.

York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.

Glo. Confirm it so ? Confounded be your strife!
And perish ye, with your audacious prate !
Presumptuous vassals! are you not asham'd,
With this immodest clamorous outrage,
To trouble and disturb the king and us?
9 i.e. discovered. Thus in Lear, Act ii. Sc. 1 :

He did bewray his practice and receiv'd
The hurt you see striving to apprehend him.'

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And you, my lords,-methinks, you do not well,
To bear with their perverse objections ;
Much less, to take occasion from their mouths
To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves;
Let me persuade you take a better course.
Esce. It grieves his highness;-Good my lords,

be friends.
K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be com-

batants : Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.And you, my lords,-remember where we are ; In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: If they perceive dissension in our looks, And that within ourselves we disagree, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd To wilful disobedience, and rebel? Beside, What infamy will there arise, When foreign princes shall be certified, That, for a toy, a thing of no regard, King Henry's peers, and chief nobility, Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France ? 0, think upon the conquest of my father, My tender years; and let us not forego That for a trifle, that was bought with blood ! Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. I see no reason, if I wear this rose,

[Putting on a red Rose. That any one should therefore be suspicious I more incline to Somerset, than York: Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both: As well they may upbraid me with my crown, Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. But your discretions better can persuade, Than I am able to instruct or teach: And therefore, as we hither came in peace, So let us still continue peace and love.

Cousin of York, we institute your grace
To be our regent in these parts of France:
And good my lord of Somerset, unite
Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;—
And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
Go cheerfully together, and digest
on your

Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest,
After some respite, will return to Calais ;
From thence to England; where I hope ere long
To be presented, by your victories,
With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout.

[Flourish. Exeunt K. Hen. Glo. Som.

WIN. SUF. and BASSET. War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Prettily, methought, did play the orator.

York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset.

War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him not; I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.

York. And if I wist he did 10,—But let it rest; Other affairs must now be managed.


10 The old copy reads "And if I wish he did ;' an evident typographical error. York says that he is not pleased that the king should prefer the red rose, the badge of Somerset, his enemy; Warwick desires him not to be offended at it, as he dares say the king meant no harm. To which York, yet unsatisfied, hastily replies, in a menacing tone, 'If I thought he did;'—but he instantly checks his threat with, let it rest. It is an example of a rhetorical figure not uncommon. Thus in Coriolanus :

• An 'twere to give again-But 'tis no matter.' And if, or an if, in old phraseology, are frequently used for if. The following instance, from the Interlude of Jack Jugler, confirms this emendation:

· And if I wist the fault were in him, I pray God I be ded But he shoulde have such a kyrie, ere he went to bed,

As he never had before in all his life.' This passage has been most absurdly pointed in all the late editions.

Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy

For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
Than yet can be imagin’d or suppos’d.
But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
This jarring discord of nobility,
This should’ring of each other in the court,
This factious bandying of their favourites,
But that it doth presage some ill event.
'Tis much 11, when sceptres are in children's hands;
But more,


i2 breeds unkind 13 division; There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.

[Exit. . SCENE II. France. Before Bordeaux.

Enter TALBOT, with his Forces.
Tal. Go to the gates of Bordeaux, trumpeter,
Summon their general unto the wall.
Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter, on the Walls, the

General of the French Forces, and Others.
English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
Servant in arms to Harry king of England;
And thus he would -Open your city gates,
Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
And do him homage as obedient subjects,
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power :
But, if you


this proffer'd peace, You tempt the fury of my

three attendants, 11 'Tis an alarming circumstance, a thing of great consequence, or much weight.

12 Envy, in old English writers, frequently means malice, enmity.

13 Unkind is unnatural. See note on As You Like It, Act ii. Sc. 7, p. 150.



Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
Who, in a moment, even with the earth
Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,

forsake the offer of our lovel.
Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge!
The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
On us thou canst not enter, but by death :
For, I protest, we are well fortified,
And strong enough to issue out and fight:
If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch’d,
To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
But death doth front thee with apparent spoil,
And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
Ten thousand French have ta’en the sacrament,
To rive their dangerous artillery
Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,
Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit:
This is the latest glory of thy praise,
That I, thy enemy, due 3 thee withal;
For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
Finish the process of his sandy hour,

1 The old editions read their love. Sir Thomas Hanmer altered it to our love ;' and I think, with Steevens, that the alteration should be adopted.

2 "To rive their dangerous artillery' is merely a figurative way of expressing to discharge it. To rive is to burst; and burst is applied by Shakspeare more than once to thunder, or to a similar sound. Thus in King Lear, Aet iii. Sc. 2:

Such bursts of horrid thunder.'
And in The Winter's Tale, Act iii. Sc. 1 :—

the burst
And the ear-deafening voice o'the oracle

Kin to Jove's thunder'.
3 Due for endue, or giving due and merited praise.


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