# Henry VI Part 1 (1918) Yale/Text/Act III

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ACT THIRD
Scene One
[London. The Parliament House]
Flourish. Enter King, Exeter, Gloucester, Winchester, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, Richard Plantagenet. Gloucester offers to put up a bill; Winchester snatches it, tears it.
Win. Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines, With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse, Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, 4 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 8 Or thou shouldst 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 12 Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen: No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, As very infants prattle of thy pride. 16 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; 20 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, 24 The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
Win. Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe To give me hearing what I shall reply. 28 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? 32 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: 36 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. 40 But he shall know I am as good—
Glo.As good! Thou bastard of my grandfather!
Win. Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray, But one imperious in another's throne? 44
Glo. Am I not protector, saucy priest?
Win. And am not I a prelate of the church?
Glo. Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps, And useth it to patronage his theft. 48
Win. Unreverent Gloucester!
Glo.Thou art reverent, Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
​Win. Rome shall remedy this.
War.Roam thither then.
Som. My lord, it were your duty to forbear. 52
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; 56 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? 60
Plan. [Aside.] Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue, Lest it be said, 'Speak, sirrah, when you should; Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?' Else would I have a fling at Winchester. 64
King. Uncles of Gloucester 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. 68 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, 72 That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
A noise within; 'Down with the tawny-coats!'
King. What tumult's this?
War. An uproar, I dare warrant, Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
A noise again; 'Stones! Stones!'
Enter Mayor [of London].
May. O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry, 76 ​Pity the city of London, pity us! The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men, Forbidden late to carry any weapon, Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones, 80 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, 84 And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.
Enter, in skirmish, [the Serving-men of Gloucester and Winchester] with bloody pates.
King. We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace.— Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife. 88
First Serv. Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we'll fall to it with our teeth.
Sec. Serv. Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
Skirmish again.
Glo. You of my household, leave this peevish broil, 92 And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
Third Serv. My lord, we know your Grace to be a man Just and upright, and, for your royal birth, Inferior to none but to his majesty; 96 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, 100 And have our bodies slaught'red by thy foes.
First Serv. Ay, and the very parings of our nails ​Shall pitch a field when we are dead. Begin again.
Glo.Stay, stay, I say! And, if you love me, as you say you do, 104 Let me persuade you to forbear a while.
King. O! how this discord doth afflict my soul! Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold My sighs and tears and will not once relent? 108 Who should be pitiful if you be not? Or who should study to prefer a peace If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
War. Yield, my Lord Protector; yield, Winchester; 112 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: 116 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 120 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: 124 Why look you still so stern and tragical?
Glo. Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
King. Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach, That malice was a great and grievous sin; 128 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.
​For shame, my Lord of Winchester, relent! 132 What! shall a child instruct you what to do?
Win. Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee; Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
Glo. [Aside.] Ay; but I fear me, with a hollow heart. 136 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! 140
Win. [Aside.] So help me God, as I intend it not!
King. O loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester, How joyful am I made by this contract! Away, my masters! trouble us no more; 144 But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
First Serv. Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
Sec. Serv.And so will I.
Third Serv. And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
Exeunt [Mayor, Serving-men, &c.].
War. Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign, 148 Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet We do exhibit to your majesty.
Glo. Well urg'd, my Lord of Warwick: for, sweet prince, An if your Grace mark every circumstance, 152 You have great reason to do Richard right; Especially for those occasions At Eltham-place I told your majesty.
King. And those occasions, uncle, were of force: 156 ​Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is That Richard be restored to his blood.
War. Let Richard be restored to his blood; So shall his father's wrongs be recompens'd. 160
Win. As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
King. If Richard will be true, not that alone, But all the whole inheritance I give That doth belong unto the house of York, 164 From whence you spring by lineal descent.
Plan. Thy humble servant vows obedience, And humble service till the point of death.
King. Stoop then and set your knee against my foot; 168 And, in reguerdon of that duty done, I girt thee with the valiant sword of York: Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet, And rise created princely Duke of York. 172
Plan. And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall! And as my duty springs, so perish they That grudge one thought against your majesty!
All. Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York! 176
Som. [Aside.] Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
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 180 Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends, As it disanimates his enemies.
King. When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes; For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. 184
​Glo. Your ships already are in readiness.
Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt.
Manet 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 188 Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love, And will at last break out into a flame: As fester'd members rot but by degree, Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away, 192 So will this base and envious discord breed. 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: 196 That Henry born at Monmouth should win all, And Henry born at Windsor lose all: Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish His days may finish ere that hapless time. 200
Exit.
Scene Two
[France. Before Rouen]
Enter Pucelle, disguised, with four Soldiers [dressed like countrymen,] with sacks upon their backs.
Joan. These are the city gates, the gates of Roan, 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 4 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, 8 That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
First Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, And we be lords and rulers over Roan; Therefore we'll knock. Knock.
Watch. [Within.] Qui est là? 13
Joan. Paysans, pauvres gens de France: Poor market-folks that come to sell their corn.
Watch. [Opening the gates.] Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. 16
Joan. Now, Roan, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground. Exeunt [Pucelle, &c., into the city].
Enter Charles, Bastard, Alençon [and Forces].
Char. Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem! And once again we'll sleep secure in Roan.
Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants; 20 Now she is there how will she specify Where is the best and safest passage in?
Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is, 24 No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
Enter Pucelle on the top, thrusting out a torch burning.
Joan. Behold! this is the happy wedding torch That joineth Roan unto her countrymen, 27 But burning fatal to the Talbonites! [Exit.]
Bast. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend, ​The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes! 32
Alen. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends; Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently, And then do execution on the watch.
Alarum. [They enter the town.]
An Alarum. [Enter] Talbot in an Excursion.
Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, 36 If Talbot but survive thy treachery. Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, That hardly we escap'd the pride of France. 40
Exit.
An Alarum: Excursions. [Enter from the town] Bedford, brought in sick in a chair. Enter Talbot and Burgundy, without: within, Pucelle, Charles, Bastard, and Alençon on the Walls.
Joan. 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; do you like the taste? 44
Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan! I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
Char. Your Grace may starve perhaps, before that time. 48 ​Bed. O! let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!
Joan. What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance, And run a tilt at death within a chair?
Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, 52 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, 56 Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
Joan. Are you so hot, sir? Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
They [i.e., Talbot, &c.,] whisper together in counsel.
God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker? 60
Tal. Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?
Joan. 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, 64 But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest; Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
Alen. Signior, no.
Tal. Signior, hang! base muleters of France! 68 Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
Joan. Away, captains! let's get us from the walls; For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks. 72 God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you ​That we are here.
Exeunt [Pucelle, &c.,] from the Walls.
Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! 76 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, 80 And as his father here was conqueror, As sure as in this late-betrayed town Great Cæur-de-lion's heart was buried, So sure I swear to get the town or die. 84
Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord, We will bestow you in some better place, 88 Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Here will I sit before the walls of Roan, And will be partner of your weal or woe. 92
Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, That stout Pendragon in his litter, sick, Came to the field and vanquished his foes: 96 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, 101 But gather we our forces out of hand, And set upon our boasting enemy.
Exit [with Burgundy].
An Alarum. Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolfe and a Captain.
Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste? 104
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. 108
Exit.
Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
Exit.
Retreat. Excursions. Pucelle, Alençon, and Charles fly.
Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when Heaven please, For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. What is the trust or strength of foolish man? 112 They, that of late were daring with their scoffs, Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
Bedford dies, and is carried in by two in his chair.
An Alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the rest.
Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! This is a double honour, Burgundy: 116 Yet heavens have glory for this victory!
Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Enshrines thee in his heart, and there erects Thy noble deeds as valour's monument. 120
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? What! all amort? Roan hangs her head for grief, 124 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; 128 For there young Henry with his nobles lie.
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, 132 But see his exequies fulfill'd in Roan: A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in court; But kings and mightiest potentates must die, 136 For that's the end of human misery. Exeunt.
Scene Three
[Between Rouen and Paris]
Enter Charles, Bastard, Alengon, Pucelle [and Forces].
Joan. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Nor grieve that Roan is so recovered: Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied. 4 Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while, And like a peacock sweep along his tail; We'll pull his plumes and take away his train, ​If Dauphin and the rest will be but rul'd. 8
Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, And of thy cunning had no diffidence: One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, 12 And we will make thee famous through the world.
Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint: Employ thee, then, sweet virgin, for our good. 16
Joan. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise: By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, We will entice the Duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot and to follow us. 20
Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor should that nation boast it so with us, But be extirped from our provinces. 24
Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd from France, And not have title of an earldom here.
Joan. Your honours shall perceive how I will work To bring this matter to the wished end. 28
Drum sounds afar off.
Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
Here sound an English march. [Enter, and pass over, Talbot and his Forces.]
There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread, And all the troops of English after him. 32
French march. [Enter the Duke of Burgundy and his Forces.]
Now in the rearward comes the duke and his: ​Fortune in favour makes him lag behind. Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
Trumpets sound a parley.
Char. A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? 37
Joan. The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
Bur. What sayst thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.
Char. Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words. 40
Joan. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
Joan. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, 44 And see the cities and the towns defac'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foe. As looks the mother on her lowly babe When death doth close his tender dying eyes, 48 See, see the pining malady of France; Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, Which thou thyself hast giv'n her woeful breast. O! turn thy edged sword another way; 52 Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help. One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore: Return thee therefore, with a flood of tears, 56 And wash away thy country's stained spots.
Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
Joan. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee, 60 ​Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. Who join'st thou with but with a lordly nation That will not trust thee but for profit's sake? When Talbot hath set footing once in France, 64 And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill, Who then but English Henry will be lord, And thou be thrust out like a fugitive? Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof, 68 Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe, And was he not in England prisoner? But when they heard he was thine enemy, They set him free, without his ransom paid, 72 In spite of Burgundy and all his friends. See then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen! And join'st with them will be thy slaughtermen. Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord; 76 Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, And made me almost yield upon my knees. 80 Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: My forces and my power of men are yours. So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee. 84
Joan. Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!
Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.
Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, 88 ​And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers: And seek how we may prejudice the foe. Exeunt.
Scene Four
[Paris. A Room in the Palace]
Enter the King, Gloucester, 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: 4 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,— 8 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. 12
King. Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester, That hath so long been resident in France?
Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
King. Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord! 16 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, 20 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: 24 Therefore, stand up; and for these good deserts, We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury; And in our coronation take your place.
Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt.
Mane[n]t Vernon and Basset.
Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Disgracing of these colours that I wear 29 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 33 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. 36
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. 40 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; 44 And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
Exeunt.
Footnotes to Act III
Scene One
​Act Third, Scene One; cf. n. 5 invention: preconceived design 9 find: i.e., to thy sorrow 13 method . . . pen: summary of what I have written ​22, 23 Cf. n. 44 imperious: playing the emperor 48 patronage: maintain, dignify 49 reverent: reverend ​51 Cf. n. 63 enter talk; cf. n. ​78-85 Cf. n. 99 inkhorn mate: low pedant ​103 pitch a field: do battle 121 privilege: advantage 131 gird: rebuke ​144 my masters: good fellows (a term of condescension) 152 An if: if 154 occasions: reasons ​163-165 Cf. n. 169 reguerdon: reward 170 girt: gird 175 grudge . . . thought: bear . . . grudging thought 178, 179 Cf. n. 182 disanimates: discourages ​185 S. d. Sennet; cf. n. 194 that fatal prophecy; cf. n.
Scene Two
​Scene Two S. d.; cf. n. 2 policy: trickery ​7 that: i.e., if 16 market-bell: bell signaling the opening of market 20 practisants: conspirators 22 Where, cf. n. 25 to: is comparable to 28 Talbonites; cf. n. ​35 S. d. Excursion: sally against the enemy 40 the pride of France; cf. n. S. d. Alençon; cf. n. 44 darnel: a weed injurious to wheat ('corn') 46 thine own: thy own bread ​50 good grey-beard; cf. n. 52 of all despite: most despicable 64 Hecate: goddess of witchcraft, witch 68 muleters: muleteers ​81 Cf. n. 82, 83 Cf. n. 89 crazy: broken 95, 96 Cf. n. 102 out of hand: immediately ​122 familiar: attendant demon ​123 braves: bravado gleeks: gibes 124 all amort: 'à la mort,' sick to death, prostrated 126 some order: certain measures 133 exequies: obsequies
Scene Three
​1 Dismay: lose courage 3 corrosive: caustic, painful ​10 diffidence: distrust 16 Employ thee: exert thyself 19, 20 Cf. n. 24 extirped: rooted out ​47 lowly: lying low (?) ​61 progeny: descent 65 that instrument of: instrument of that (?) 69-73 Cf. n. 85 Cf. n. ​91 prejudice: injure
Scene Four
​18 Cf. n. ​20 resolved: convinced 26 Cf. n. 38, 39 Cf. n.