For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent: Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give. [Gives his hand.1 Glo. Ay; but I fear me, with a hollow heart. [Aside. See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ; This token serveth for a flag of truce, Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers. So help me God, as I dissemble not! Win. So help me God, as I intend it not! [Aside. K. Hen. O, loving uncle, and kind duke of Gloster, How joyful am I made by this contract !Away, my masters: trouble us no more, But join in friendship, as your lords have done. 1 Serv. Content: I'll to the surgeon's. 2 Serv. 2 And so will I. 3 Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern affords. [Exeunt Mayor, Citizens, Servants, &c. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign, Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your majesty. Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick :-for, sweet prince, And if your grace mark every circumstance, You have great reason to do Richard right; At Eltham-place I told your majesty. K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of force : War. Let Richard be restor'd to his blood; That doth belong unto the house of York, Plan. Thy honour'd3 servant vows obedience, And humble service, till the point of death. K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against my foot; And in reguerdon of that duty done, 1 Not in fe. 2 This word is not in f. e. 3 humble: in f. e. I girt thee with the valiant sword of York. Plan. And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall: 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. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York! Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty, To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France. [Aside. K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, King Henry goes; For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Glo. Your ships already are in readiness. [Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER. Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in France, Not seeing what is likely to ensue. This late dissension, grown betwixt the peers, Which, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth, [Exit. SCENE II.-France. Before Rouen. Enter LA PUCELLE disguised, and Soldiers dressed like Countrymen, with Sacks upon their Backs. Buc. These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen, Through which our policy must make a breach. Take heed, be wary how you place your words; Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men, That come to gather money for their corn. If we have entrance, (as I hope we shall) That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. 1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, And we be lords and rulers over Rouen; Therefore we'll knock. Guard. [Within.] Qui est là? [Knocks. Puc. Paisans, les pauvres gens de France : [Opening the gates. Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground. [PUCELLE, &c. enter the City. Enter CHARLES, Bastard of ORLEANS, ALENÇON, and Forces. Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem, Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; Puc. Behold! this is the happy wedding torch, That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen, But burning fatal to the Talbotites. Bast. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend; The burning torch in yonder turret stands. Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes! Alen. Defer no time; delays have dangerous ends: Enter, and cry The Dauphin! presently, And then do execution on the watch. [They enter. Alarums. Enter TALBOT, and English Soldiers. Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, If Talbot but survive thy treachery. 1 Confederates. [Exeunt to the Town, Alarum: Excursions. Enter, from the Town, BEDFord, brought in sick in a Chair, with TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the English Forces. Then, enter on the Walls, LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, Bastard, ALENÇON, REIGNIER, and others. Puc. Good morrow, gallants. Want ye corn for bread? I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast, Before he 'll buy again at such a rate. 'T was full of darnel; do you like the taste? Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan ! I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that time. Bed. O! let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason. Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance, And run a tilt at death within a chair? Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of hell's1 despite, Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead? Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. Puc. Are you so hot, sir?-Yet, Pucelle, hold thy If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. [peace: [TALBOT, and the rest, consult together. God speed the parliament ! who shall be speaker? Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field? Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours, or no. Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate, But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest. Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Alen. Signior, no. Tal. Signior, hang!-base muleteers of France! Puc. Away, captains! let's get us from the walls, [Exeunt LA PUCELLE, &c. from the Walls. 1 all in f. e. Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen, And will be partner of your weal, or woe. Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you. That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!— [Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, leaving Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE, and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste? Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight: We are like to have the overthrow again. Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot ? All the Talbots in the world, to save my life. Ay, [Exit. Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! [Exit. Retreat: Excursions. Enter, from the Town, LA PUCELLE, ALENÇON, CHARLES, &c. and exeunt, flying. Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when Heaven please, |