Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength,
Befide five hundred prifoners of esteem,-
Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet;
And, with submissive loyalty of heart,
Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,
First to my God, and next unto your grace.
K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Glofter,
That hath so long been refident in France?

Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.

K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious lord!
When I was young, (as yet I am not old,)
I do remember how my father faid,
A ftouter champion never handled sword.
Long fince we were refolved of your truth,
Your faithful fervice, and your toil in war;
Yet never have you tasted our reward,

Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
Because till now we never faw your face:
Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deferts,
We here create you earl of Shrewsbury;

And in our coronation take your place.

[Exeunt King HENRY, GLOSTER, TALBOT, and Nobles.

Ver. Now, fir, to you, that were fo hot at fea,

Difgracing of these colours that I wear

In honour of my noble lord of York,—

Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st?
Baf. Yes, fir; as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your faucy tongue
Against my lord, the duke of Somerset.

Ver. Sirrah, my lord I honour as he is.

Baf. Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
Ver. Hark ye; not fo: in witness, take ye that.

[Strikes him.

Baf.

Baf. Villain, thou know'ft, the law of arms is fuch, That, who fo draws a sword, 'is present death;

Or elfe this blow thould broach thy dearest blood.
But I'll unto his majefty, and crave

I may have liberty to venge this wrong;

When thou shalt fee, I'll meet thee to thy coft.

Ver. Well, mifcreant, I'll be there as foon as you; And, after, meet you fooner than you would.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT IV. SCENE I.

The fame. A Room of State,

Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, SUF-
FOLK, SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, WARWICK, TAL-
BOT, the Governour of Paris, and Others.

Glo. Lord bishop, fet the crown upon his head.
Win. God fave king Henry, of that name the fixth!
Glo. Now, governour of Paris, take your oath,-
[Governour kneels.

That you
elect no other king but him :
Efteem none' friends, but fuch as are his friends;
And none your foes, but such as shall pretend
Malicious practices against his itate:

This fhall ye do, fo help you righteous God!

[Exeunt Governour and bis Train.

Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE.

Faft. My gracious fovereign, as I rode from Calais, To hafte unto your coronation,

A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy.
Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee!
I vow'd, bafe knight, when I did meet thee next,
To tear the garter from thy craven's leg, [Flucking it off.
(Which I have done) because unworthily

Thou waft installed in that high degree.

Pardon

Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:
This daftard, at the battle of Patay,-
When but in all I was fix thousand strong,
And that the French were almoft ten to one,-
Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
Like to a trusty squire, did run away;
In which affault we loft twelve hundred men ;
Myself, and divers gentlemen befide,
Were there furpriz'd, and taken prisoners.
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amifs
Or whether that fuch cowards ought to wear
This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no.

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

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

Tal. When firft 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 fhrinking for distress, But always refolute in moft extremes. He then, that is not furnish'd in this fort, Doth but ufurp the facred name of knight, Profaning this moft honourable order; And fhould (if I were worthy to be judge,) Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain That doth prefume to boast of gentle blood. K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st thy

doom:

Be packing therefore, thou that waft a knight;
Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.-

[Exit FASTOLFE.

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

Gla.

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

ftile?

[Viewing the fuperfcription.

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

Hath he forgot he is his fovereign?
Or doth this churlish superscription
Pretend fome alteration in good will?

What's here;-I have, upon especial caufe,—

Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck,
Together with the pitiful complaints

Of fuch as your oppression feeds upon,—

Forfaken your pernicious faction,

[Reads.

And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France.
O monftrous treachery! Can this be so;
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,

There should be found such false dissembling guile?
K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe.
K. Hen. Is that the worst, this letter doth contain ?
Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.

K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there fhall talk with him,

And give him chastisement for this abuse :

My lord, how fay you? are you not content?

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

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

K. Hen. Then gather ftrength, and march unto him ftraight:

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 defiring still,
You may behold confufion of your foes,

[Exits

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