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Even like a man new haled from the rack,
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment:
And these gray locks, the pursuivants of death,'
Nestor-like aged, in an age
of care,
Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.

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And death approach not ere my tale be done.
Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
Depos'd his nephew Richard; Edward's son,
The first-begotten, and the lawful heir
Of Edward king, the third of that descent :

These eyes,-iike lamps whose wasting oil is During whose reign, the Percies of the north,

spent,

Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent:2

Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning grief,
And pithless3 arms, like to a wither'd vine
That droops his sapless branches to the ground:
Yet are these feet-whose strengthless stay is numb,
Unable to support this lump of clay,—
Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
As witting I no other comfort have.-
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?

1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:
We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber;
And answer was return'd that he will come.

Finding his usurpation most unjust,
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne:
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this,
Was-for that (young King Richard thus remov’1,
Leaving no heir begotten of his body)
I was the next by birth and parentage;
For by my mother I' derived am

From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son
To King Edward the Third, whereas he,
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Being but fourth of that heroic line.

But mark; as, in this haughty great attempt,
They laboured to plant the rightful heir,

Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied.-I lost my liberty, and they their lives.

Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign
(Before whose glory I was great in arms,)
This loathsome sequestration have I had;
And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd,
Deprived of honour and inheritance :
But now, the arbitrator of despairs,
Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence
I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd,
That so he might recover what was lost.

Enter RICHard PlantaGENET.

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1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is

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Why didst thou say-of late thou wert despis'd? Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;

And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my

disease.6

This day, in argument upon a case,
Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me:
Among which terms he used his lavish tongue,
And did upbraid me with my father's death;
Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
Else with the like I had requited him:
Therefore, good uncle,-for my father's sake,
In honour of a true Plantagenet,
And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause
My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me,
And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth,
Within a, loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
Was cursed instrument of his decease.
Plan. Discover more at large what cause that was;
For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.

Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, Edmund Mortimer, who was trusted and employed by Henry V. throughout his reign, died of the plague in his own castle at Trim, in Ireland, in 1424-5; being then only thirty-two years old.

1 The heralds that, fore-running death, proclaim its approach.

2 Exigent is here used for end.

3 Pith is used figuratively for strength.

4 That is, he who terminates or concludes misery. 5 Lately despised.

6 Disease for uneasiness, trouble, or grief. It is used in this sense by other ancient writers.

7 Nephew has sometimes the power of the Latin nepos, signifying grandchild, and is used with great laxity among our ancient English writers. It is here used instead of cousin.

8 Haughty is high, lofty.

9 i e. thinking. This is another falsification of history. Cambridge levied no army; but was apprehended

Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,-
Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,--did reign,
Thy father, earl of Cambridge,-then deriv'd
From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York,—
Marrying my sister, that thy mother was,
Again, in pity of my hard distress,
Levied an army; weening to redeem,
And have install'd me in the diadem :
But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl,
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the title rested, were suppress'd.

Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last
Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have
And that my fainting words do warrant death:
Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather :1o
But
yet be
wary in thy studious care.
Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me •
But yet, methinks, my father's execution
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.

Mor. With silence, nephew, be thou politic;
Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
And, like a mountain, not to be remov’d.11
As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
But now thy uncle is removing hence;
With long continuance in a settled place.

Plan. Ö, uncle, 'would, some part of my young

years

Might but redeem the passage of your age!12
Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the slaught'

rer doth,

Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill.
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
Only, give order for my funeral;

And so farewell: and fair be all thy hopes!
And prosperous be thy life, in peace and war!

[Dies.

Plan. And peace, no war,
peace, no war, befall thy parting soul'
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage,
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.-
Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
And what I do imagine, let that rest.-
Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself
Will see his burial better than his life.--

[Exeunt Keepers, bearing out MORTIMER.
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort:13

at Southampton, the night before Henry sailed from that town for France, on the information of this very earl of March.

10 i. e. I acknowledge thee to be my heir; the conse quences which may be collected from thence I recom mend it thee to draw.

11 Thus Milton, Paradise Lost, book iv. ;'Like Teneriffe or Atlas unremov'd.' 12 The same thought occurs in the celebrated dialogue between Horace and Lydia. There is some resem blance to it in the following lines, supposed to be addressed by a married lady, who died very young. to her husband. Malone thinks that the inscription is in the church of Trent :

'Immatura peri; sed tu diuturnior annos Vive meos, conjux optime, vive tuos.' 13 i. e. oppressed by those whose right to the crown was not so good as his own.

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SCENE I. The same. The Parliament House.2
Flourish. Enter KING HENRY, EXETER, GLOS-
TER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK;
the Bishop of Winchester, RICHARD PLANTA-
GENET, and others,
GLOSTER offers to put up a
Bill: Winchester snatches it and tears it.

Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines,
With written pamphlets studiously devis'd,
Humphrey of Gloster? if thou canst accuse,
Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
Do it without invention suddenly;

As I with sudden and extemporal speech
Purpose to answer what thou canst object.

Glo. Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,

Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd me.
Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able
Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissensious pranks,
As infants prattle of thy pride.
very
Thou art a most pernicious usurer;
Froward by nature, enemy to peace;
Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
A man of thy profession and degree;
And for thy treachery, What's more manifest?
In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
As well at London Bridge, as at the Tower?
Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

Win. Gloster, I do defy thee.-Lords, vouchsafe
To give me hearing what I shall reply.
If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,
As he will have me, How am I so poor?
Or how haps it, I seek not to advance
Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
And for dissension, Who preferreth peace
More than I do, except I be provok'd?
No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
It is not that, that hath incens'd the duke:
It is, because no one should sway but he;
No one, but he, should be about the king;
And that engenders thunder in his breast,
And makes him roar these accusations forth.
But he shall know, I am as good-

Glo.

As good?

Thou bastard of my grandfather!4.
W. Ay, lordly sir; For what are you, I pray,
But one imperious in another's throne?

Glo. Am I not the protector, saucy priest?
Win. And am I not a prelate of the church?
Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,
And useth it to patronage his theft.
Win. Unreverent Gloster!
Glo.

Thou art reverent Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.

I My ill is my ill usage. This sentiment resembles another of Falstaff, in the Second Part of King Henry IV. :-'I will turn diseases to commodity.'

2 This parliament was held in 1426 at Leicester, though here represented to have been held in London. King Henry was now in the fifth year of his age. In the first parlament, which was held at London shortly after his father's death, his mother Queen Katharine brought the your g king from Windsor to the metropolis, and sat on the throne with the infant in her lap. 8 i o. articles of accusation.

Win. This Rome shall remedy. War.

Roam thither then Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. War. Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. Som. Methinks, my lord should be religious, And know the office that belongs to such.

War. Methinks, his lordship should be humbler. It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.

Som. Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near. War. State holy, or unhallow'd, what of that? Is not his grace protector to the king?

Plan. Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue; Lest it be said, Speak, sirrah, when you should; bold verdict enter talk with lords ?

Must

your

Else would I have a fling at Winchester. [Aside.
K. Hen. Uncles of Gloster, and of Winchester,
The special watchmen of our English weal;
I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
To join your hearts in love and amity.
O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
That two such noble peers as ye, should jar!
Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell,
Civil dissension is a viperous worm,
That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.-·
[A noise within; Down with the tawny coats!
What tumult's this?

War.

An uproar, I dare warrant,
Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
[A noise again; Stones! Stones '
Enter the Mayor of London, attended.
May. O, my good lords,-and virtuous Henry, ..
Pity the city of London, pity us!

The bishop and the duke of Gloster's men,
Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble-stones
And, banding themselves in contrary parts,
Do pelt so fast at one another's pate,
That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
Our windows are broke down in every street,
And we, for fear, compell'd to shut our shops.
Enter, skirmishing, the Retainers of GLOSTER and
WINCHESTER, with bloody pates.

K. Hen. We charge you, on allegiance to our-
To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace.
self,
Pray, uncle Gloster, mitigate this strife.

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1 Serv. Nay, if we be

Forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth. 2 Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. [Skirmish again. Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish

broil,

And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.

3 Serv. My lord, we know your grace to be a man Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, Inferior to none, but his majesty:

And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
So kind a father of the commonweal,
To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
We, and our wives, and children, all will fight,
And have our bodies slaughter'd by thy foes.

1 Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails Shall pitch a field, when we are dead.

[Skirmish again. Glo. Stay, stay, I say! And, if you love me, as you say you do, Let me persuade you to forbear a while. K. Hen. O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!

of John of Gaunt, duke of Lancaster, by Katharine Swynford, whom the duke afterwards married.

5 The jingle between roam and Rome is common to other writers.

6 Johnson explains unaccustomed by unseemly, indecent; and in a note on Romeo and Juliet he says that he thinks he has observed it used in old books for wonderful, powerful, efficacious. But he could find no instances of either of these strange uses of the word when he compiled his dictionary.

7 i. e. a bookish person, a pedant, applied in contempto a scholar. Inkhornisms and inkhorn-terms were

4 The bishop of Winchester was an illegitimate son common expressions.

Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold
My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
Or who should study to prefer a peace,
If holy churchmen take delight in broils?

War. My lord protector, yield ;-yield, Win-
chester;

Except you mean, with obstinate repulse,
To slay your sovereign, and destroy the realm.
You see what mischief, and what murder too,
Hath been enacted through your enmity;
Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.
Win. He shall submit, or I will never yield.
Glo. Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
Or, I would see his heart out, ere the priest
Should ever get that privilege of me.

War. Behold, my lord of Winchester, the duke
Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
Why look you still so stern, and tragical?

Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. K. Hen. Fye, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach,

That malice was a great and grievous sin:
And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
But prove a chief offender in the same?

War. Sweet king!-the bishop hath a kindly gird.1

For shame, my lord of Winchester! relent
What, shall a child instruct you what to do?

Win. Well, duke of Gloster, I will yield to thee; Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.

Glo. Ay: but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.-
See here, my friends, and loving countrymen ;
This token serveth for a flag of truce,
Betwixt ourselves, and all our followers:
So help me God, as I dissemble not!

Win. So help me God, as I intend it not!

[Astde. K. Hen. O, loving uncle, kind duke of Gloster, How joyful am I made by this contract! Away, my masters! trouble us no more; But join in friendship, as your lords have done. 1 Serv. Content; I'll to the surgeon's. 2 Serv.

And so will I. 3 Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern affords. [Exeunt Servants, Mayor, &c. War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign; Which, in the right of Richard Plantagenet, We do exhibit to your majesty.

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Som. Perish, base prince, ignoble duke of York! [Aside.

Glo. Now will it best avail your majesty,
To cross the seas, and to be crown'd in France.
The presence of a king engenders love
Amongst his subjects, and his loyal friends;
As it disanimates his enemies.

K. Hen. When Gloster says the word, King Henry goes;

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For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
[Exeunt all but EXETER.
Exe. Ay, we may march in England, or in France,
Not seeing what is likely to ensue ;
This late dissension, grown betwixt the peers,
Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love,3
And will at last break out into a flame :
As fester'd members rot but by degrees,
Till bones, and flesh, and sinews, fall away,
So will this base and envious discord breed.4
And now I fear that fatal prophecy,
Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth,
Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,-
That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all;
And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all:
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish
His days may finish ere that hapless time. [Exit.
SCENE II. France. Before Rouen. Enter La
PUCELLE disguised, and Soldiers dressed like
Countrymen, with Sacks upon their Backs.

Puc. These are the city gates, die gates of Rouen,
Through which our policy must make a breach:
Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men,
That come to gather money for their corn.
If we have entrance (as, I hope, we shall,)
And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
And we be lords and rulers over Rouen ;
Therefore we'll knock.

Guard. [Within.] Qui est la?
Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France:

[Knocks.

Glo. Well urg'd, my lord of Warwick ;-for, sweet | Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn.

prince,

And if your grace mark every circumstance,
You have great reason to do Richard right :
Especially, for those occasions

At Eltham-place I told your majesty.

K. Hen. And those occasions, uncle, were of

force:

Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is, That Richard be restored to his blood.

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War. Let Richard be restored to his blood So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd. Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. K. Hen. If Richard will be true, not that alone, But all the whole inheritance I give, That doth belong unto the house of York, From whence you spring by lineal descent. Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience, And humble service, till the point of death.

K. Hen. Stoop then, and set your knee against my foot;

And, in reguerdon2 of that duty done,

girt thee with the valiant sword of York: Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet; And rise created princely duke of York.

1 A kindly gird is a kind or gentle reprouf. A gird, properly, is a cutting reply, a sarcasm, or taunting speech.

2 Reguerdon is recompense, reward. It is perhaps a corruption of regardum, Latin of the middle ages. 3 'Ignes suppositos cineri doloso.'-Hor.

4 i. e. so will the malignity of this discord propagate itself, and advance

Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. [Opens the Gate. Puc. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground. [PUCELLE, &c. enter the City. Enter CHARLES, Bastard of Orleans, ALENÇON and Forces.

Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem! And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen. Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants Now she is there, how will she specify Where is the best and safest passage in?

Alen. By thrushing out a torch from yonder tower;

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Which, once discern'd, shows, that her meaning is,No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd. Enter LA PUCELLE on a Battlement; holding out a Torch burning.

Puc. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen: But burning fatal to the Talbotites.

Bast. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret stands.

5 The duke of Exeter died shortly after the meeting of this parliament, and the earl of Warwick was ap pointed governor or tutor to the king in his room.

6 Rouen was anciently written and pronounced Roan 7 Practice, in the language of the time, was treachery or insidious stratagem. Practisants are therefore con federates in treachery.

9ie. no way like compared to that

Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
A prophet to the fall of all our foes!

Alen. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;
Enter, and cry--The Dauphin !-presently,
And then do execution on the watch. [They enter.
Alarums. Enter TALBOT, and certain English.
Tal. France, thou halt rue this treason with thy
tears,

If Talbot but survive thy treachery.-
Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
That hardly we escaped the pride' of France.
[Exeunt to the Town.
Alarum: Excursions. Enter from the Town, BED-
FORD, brought in sick in a Chair, with TALBOT,
BURGUNDY, and the English Forces. Then, enter
on the Walls, LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, Bastard,
ALENGON, and others.

Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for
bread?

I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,
Before he'll buy again at such a rate :
'Twas full of darnel;2 Do you like the taste?
Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless cour-

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Puc. What will you do, good gray-beard? break a lance,

And run a tilt at death within a chair?

Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

thy peace;

If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.

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Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried;
So sure I swear, to get the town, or die.

Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
Tul. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince.
The valiant duke of Bedford :-Come, my lord,
We will bestow you in some better place,
Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age.

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me.
Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen,
And will be partner of your weal, or woe.

Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuado
you.

Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read.
That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,3
Came to the field, and vanquished his foes:
Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts
Because I ever found them as myself.

Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
Then be it so:-Heavens keep old Bedford safe '—
And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
But gather we our forces out of hand,
And set upon our boasting enemy.

[Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, leaving BEDFORD, and others. Alarums: Excursions. Enter SIR JOHN FASTOLFE and a Captain.

Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?

Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight;
We are like to have the overthrow again.

Cap. What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
Fast.

Ay,
All the Talbots in the world to save my life. [Exit.
Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee.

[Exit
Retreat: Excursions. Enter, from the Town, La
PUCELLE, ALENÇON, CHARLES, &c. and exeunt ̧
Aying.

Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please
For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?

Puc. Are you so hot, sir?-Yet, Pucelle, hold They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
[Dies, and is carried off in his Chair.
Alarum: Enter TALBOt, Burgundy, and others
Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again.
This is a double honour, Burgundy :
Yet, heavens have glory for this victory!

[TALBOT, and the rest, consult together.
God speed the parliament ! who shall be the speaker?
Tal. Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?
Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools,
To try if that our own be ours, or no.

Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate,
But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest
Will

ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Alen. Signior, no.

Tal. Signior, hang!-base muleteers of France!
Like peasant footboys do they keep the walls;
And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.

Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls;
For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.-
God be wi' you, my lord! we came, sir, but to tell you

That we are here.

[Exeunt LA PUCELLE, &c. from the Walls.
Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long,
Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!—
Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
(Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in France,)
Either to get the town again, or die:
And I,-as sure as English Henry lives,
And as his father here was conqueror;
As sure as in this late-betrayed town

1 Pride signifies haughty power. The same speaker afterwards says, in Act. iv. :

"And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.' 2' Darnel (says Gerarde, in his Herbal) hurteth the eyes, and maketh them dim, if it happen either in corne for breade, or drinke.' Hence the old proverb-Lolio victitare, applied to such as were dim-sighted. Thus also Ovid. Fast. i. 691 :

'Et careant loliis oculos vitiantibus agri.' La Pucelle means to intimate that the corn she carried with her had produced the same effect on the guards of Rouen; otherwise they would have seen through her disguise, and defeated her stratagem

Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument.

Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?

I think, her old familiar is asleep :

Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his

gleeks ?5

What, all a-mort ?6 Rouen hangs her head for grief,
That such a valiant company are fled.
Now will we take some order" in the town,
Placing therein some expert officers
;
And then depart to Paris, to the king;
For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies.
Bur. What wills Lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy.
Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget
The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,
But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen ;
A braver soldier never couched lance,

3 This is from Harding's Chronicle, who gives this account of Uther Pendragon:

'For which the king ordained a horse-litter
To beare him so then unto Verolame,
Where Occa lay and Oysa also in feer,
That Saynt Albons, now hight of noble fame,
Bet downe the walles, but to him forthe thei came
Wher in battayl Occa and Oyssa were slayne,
The felde he had, and thereof was ful fayne.'
4 The Duke of Bedford died at Rouen in September
1435; but not in any action before that town.
5 Scoffs

6 i. e. what quite cast down, or dispirited
7 Make some necessary dispositics

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