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Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
[Exit FASTOLFE, 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 style? [Viewing the superscription. 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 especial cause,
[Reads. Mou'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?
i in most extremes.] i. e, in greatest extremities.
. Pretend-) To pretend seems to be here used in its Latin sense, i. e. to hold out, to stretch forward. It may mean, however, as in other places, to design.
K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am
wht have bee
I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
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. And I with him; for he hath done me
wrong. K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you both
prevented,] Prevented is here, anticipated; a
: - I am Latinism.
First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France,
Ver. And that is my petition, noble .lord:
York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
out, Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. K. Hen. Good Lord! what madness rules in brain
York. Let this dissention 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.
did repugn the truth,] To repugn is to resist.
Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
Glo. Confirm it so ? Confounded be your strife!
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 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 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:
Afterself, my cholecther,"
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
Flourish. Exeunt King HENRY, GLO. Som.
Win. Sur. 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,—But let it rest; Other affairs must now be managed
[Exeunt YORK, WARWICK, and VERNON. Exe. Welldidst 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,