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When but in all I was six thousand strong,
And that the French were almost ten to one→→→
Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
Like to a trusty squire, did run away;
In which assault we lost twelve hundred men
Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,

Were there surpris'd, and taken prisoners."
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no.


Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, go And ill beseeming any common man ;

Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.

Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, Knights of the garter were of noble birth; Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage, Such as were grown to credit by the wars; Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, But always resolute in most extremes. He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort, Does but usurp the sacred name of knight, Profaning this most honourable order; And should (if I were worthy to be judge) Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.


K. Henry. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear st thy doom:

Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight;

Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.—




And now, my lord protector, view the letter
Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy.

Glo. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd

his stile

No more but, plain and bluntly-To the King?

Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign?
Or doth this churlish superscription
Pretend some alteration in good will?
What's here?-I have upon special cause-
Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck,
Together with the pitiful complaints

Of such as your oppression feeds upon→→→

Forsaken your pernicious faction,




And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France.

O monstrous treachery! Can this be so;
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,


There should be found such false dissembling guile ?
K. Henry. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe.
K. Henry. Is that the worst this letter doth contain ?
Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
K. Henry. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk
with him,

And give him chastisement for this abuse :-
My lord, how say you? are you not content?


Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am pre


I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.

K, Henry,

K. Henry. Then gather strength, and march unto him straight:

Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason;
And what offence it is, to flout his friends.

Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still,
You may behold confusion of your foes. [Exit TAL.


Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign!
Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too!
York. This is my servant; Hear him noble prince!
Som. And this is mine; Sweet Henry, favour him!
K. Henry. Be patient, lords, and give them leave
to speak.-

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Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim?..
And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom
Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me

Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me wrong. K. Henry. What is that wrong whereof you both complain?

First let me know, and then I'll answer you.

Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France, This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, Upbraided me about the rose I wear; Saying the sanguine colour of the leaves Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, When stubbornly he did repugn the truth, 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 seen, 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 the faintness of my master's heart♪`
York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left ?)
Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will



Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.


K. Henry Good Lord! what madness rules in brain sick 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 dissention first be try'd by fight,
And then your highness shall command a peace. ཨ
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 audacions prate! -


Presumptuous vassals! are you not asham'd,
With this immodest clamorous outrage

To trouble and disturb the king and us?—
And you, my lord 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.



Exe. It grieves his highness;-Good my lords, be


K. Henry. Come hither, you that would be com

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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 dissention 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 certify'd,
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 ? O, think upon the conquest of my father,

My tender years; and let us not forego

That for a trifle, which was bought with blood! 150 Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.

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