And wash away thy country's stained spots! BUR. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee, Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation, Call we to mind,—and mark but this, for proof;— Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn again! BAST. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. And doth deserve a coronet of gold. CHAR. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers; And seek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Paris. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, and other Lords, VERNON, BASSET, &c. To them TALBOT, and some of his Officers. TAL. My gracious prince, and honourable peers, Hearing of your arrival in this realm, I have awhile given truce unto my wars, To do my duty to my sovereign: In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd your obedience fifty fortresses, Το Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, GLO. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. K. HEN. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious lord! We here create you earl of Shrewsbury; And in our coronation take your place. [Exeunt KING HENRY, GLOSTER, TALBOT, and Nobles. VER. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Disgracing of these colours that I wear In honour of my noble lord of York,— Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? BAS. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage The envious barking of your saucy tongue Against my lord, the duke of Somerset. VER. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. [Strikes him. BAS. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such, That whoso draws a sword 't is present death, Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave I may have liberty to venge this wrong; When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost. VER. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; And, after, meet you sooner than you would. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I-Paris. A Room of State. Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, WARWICK, TALBOT, the Governor of Paris, and others. GLO. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. WIN. God save King Henry, of that name the sixth! [Governor kneels. That you elect no other king but him: This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! [Exeunt Governor and his Train. Enter SIR JOHN FASTOLFE. FAST. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais, To haste unto your coronation, A letter was deliver'd to my hands, Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. [Plucking it off TAL. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee! When but in all I was six thousand strong, Were there surpris'd and taken prisoners. GLO. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, 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; K. HEN. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st thy doom! And now, lord protector, view the letter Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy. [Exit FASTOLFE. GLO. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd his style? [Viewing the superscription. No more but, plain and bluntly," To the king?" Or doth this churlish superscription What's here?" I have, upon especial cause,— Of such as your oppression feeds upon,— Forsaken your pernicious faction, And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France." That in alliance, amity, and oaths, There should be found such false dissembling guile? [Reads. K. HEN. Why, then, lord Talbot there shall talk with him, And give him chastisement for this abuse; How say you, my lord? are you not content? TAL. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am prevented, I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd. K. HEN. Then gather strength, and march unto him straight: Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason; TAL. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still Enter VERNON and BASSET. [Exit. 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. HEN. Be patient, lords, and give them leave to speak.— 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 wrong. K. HEN. What is that wrong whereof you both complain? |