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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.
Enter Vernon and Basset. 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.
Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France,
Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord :
To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out,
York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
Exe. It grieves his highness ;-Good my lords ; be
friends. K. IIen. Come hither, you that would be combatants : 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 ? O, 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 :--
[Flourish. Exeunt King Henry, Glo. Som. Win.
Sup. and Basset.
York. And so he did; but yet I like it not,
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,—But let it rest; Other affairs must now be managed.
[Exeunt YORK, WARWICK, and VERNON. Ere. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice: 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, when sceptres are in children's hands; But more, when envy breeds unkind division; There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. [Exit.
Enter Talbot, with his Forces.
Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter, on the Walls, the
General of the French Forces, and Others.
Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,