Paris. A Room in the Palace. |
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Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, EXETER; VERNON, BASSET, and Others. To them with his Soldiers, TALBOT. |
Tal. My gracious prince, and honourable peers, |
Hearing of your arrival in this realm, |
I have a while giv'n truce unto my wars, |
To do my duty to my sovereign: |
In sign whereof, this arm,—that hath reclaim'd |
To your obedience fifty fortresses, |
Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, |
Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,— |
Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet, [Kneels. |
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 Gloucester, |
That hath so long been resident 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 said, |
A stouter champion never handled sword. |
Long since we were resolved of your truth, |
Your faithful service 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 saw your face: |
Therefore, stand up; and for these good deserts, |
We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury; |
And in our coronation take your place. [Flourish. Exeunt all but VERNON and BASSET. |
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. |
Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. |
Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that. [Strikes him. |
Bas. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such |
That, whoso draws a sword, 'tis 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. |
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