| ACT IV SCENE I | Paris. A hall of state. | |
| | Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OFWINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK,TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor, of Paris, and others | |
| GLOUCESTER | Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. | |
| BISHOPOF WINCHESTER | God save King Henry, of that name the sixth! | |
| GLOUCESTER | Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, | |
| | That you elect no other king but him; | 5 |
| | Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, | |
| | And none your foes but such as shall pretend | |
| | Malicious practises against his state: | |
| | This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! | |
| | Enter FASTOLFE | |
| FASTOLFE | My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais, | 10 |
| | To haste unto your coronation, | |
| | A letter was deliver'd to my hands, | |
| | Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy. | |
| TALBOT | Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee! | |
| | I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next, | 15 |
| | To tear the garter from thy craven's leg, | |
| | Plucking it off | |
| | Which I have done, because unworthily | |
| | Thou wast installed in that high degree. | |
| | Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest | |
| | This dastard, at the battle of Patay, | 20 |
| | When but in all I was six thousand strong | |
| | And that the French were almost ten to one, | |
| | Before we met or that a stroke was given, | |
| | Like to a trusty squire did run away: | |
| | In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; | 25 |
| | Myself and divers gentlemen beside | |
| | Were there surprised and taken prisoners. | |
| | Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; | |
| | Or whether that such cowards ought to wear | |
| | This ornament of knighthood, yea or no. | 30 |
| GLOUCESTER | To say the truth, this fact was infamous | |
| | And ill beseeming any common man, | |
| | Much more a knight, a captain and a leader. | |
| TALBOT | When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, | |
| | Knights of the garter were of noble birth, | 35 |
| | Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage, | |
| | Such as were grown to credit by the wars; | |
| | Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, | |
| | But always resolute in most extremes. | |
| | He then that is not furnish'd in this sort | 40 |
| | Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, | |
| | Profaning this most honourable order, | |
| | And should, if I were worthy to be judge, | |
| | Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain | |
| | That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. | 45 |
| KING HENRY VI | Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom! | |
| | Be packing, therefore, thou that wast 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. | 50 |
| GLOUCESTER | What means his grace, that he hath changed his style? | |
| | 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? | 55 |
| | What's here? | |
| | Reads | |
| | 'I have, upon especial cause, | |
| | Moved with compassion of my country's wreck, | |
| | Together with the pitiful complaints | |
| | Of such as your oppression feeds upon, | 60 |
| | 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? | 65 |
| KING HENRY VI | What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt? | |
| GLOUCESTER | He doth, my lord, and is become your foe. | |
| KING HENRY VI | Is that the worst this letter doth contain? | |
| GLOUCESTER | It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. | |
| KING HENRY VI | Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him | 70 |
| | And give him chastisement for this abuse. | |
| | How say you, my lord? are you not content? | |
| TALBOT | Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented, | |
| | I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd. | |
| KING HENRY VI | Then gather strength and march unto him straight: | 75 |
| | Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason | |
| | And what offence it is to flout his friends. | |
| TALBOT | I go, my lord, in heart desiring still | |
| | You may behold confusion of your foes. | |
| | Exit | |
| | Enter VERNON and BASSET | |
| VERNON | Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign. | 80 |
| BASSET | And me, my lord, grant me the combat too. | |
| YORK | This is my servant: hear him, noble prince. | |
| SOMERSET | And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him. | |
| KING HENRY VI | Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak. | |
| | Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim? | 85 |
| | And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom? | |
| VERNON | With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong. | |
| BASSET | And I with him; for he hath done me wrong. | |
| KING HENRY VI | What is that wrong whereof you both complain? | |
| | First let me know, and then I'll answer you. | 90 |
| BASSET | Crossing the sea from England into France, | |
| | This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, | |
| | Upbraided me about the rose I wear; | |
| | Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves | |
| | Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, | 95 |
| | When stubbornly he did repugn the truth | |
| | About a certain question in the law | |
| | Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him; | |
| | With other vile and ignominious terms: | |
| | In confutation of which rude reproach | 100 |
| | And in defence of my lord's worthiness, | |
| | I crave the benefit of law of arms. | |
| VERNON | And that is my petition, noble lord: | |
| | For though he seem with forged quaint conceit | |
| | To set a gloss upon his bold intent, | 105 |
| | Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him; | |
| | And he first took exceptions at this badge, | |
| | Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower | |
| | Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. | |
| YORK | Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? | 110 |
| SOMERSET | Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out, | |
| | Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. | |
| KING HENRY VI | Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men, | |
| | When for so slight and frivolous a cause | |
| | Such factious emulations shall arise! | 115 |
| | Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, | |
| | Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. | |
| YORK | Let this dissension first be tried by fight, | |
| | And then your highness shall command a peace. | |
| SOMERSET | The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; | 120 |
| | Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. | |
| YORK | There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. | |
| VERNON | Nay, let it rest where it began at first. | |
| BASSET | Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. | |
| GLOUCESTER | Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife! | 125 |
| | And perish ye, with your audacious prate! | |
| | Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed | |
| | With this immodest clamorous outrage | |
| | To trouble and disturb the king and us? | |
| | And you, my lords, methinks you do not well | 130 |
| | To bear with their perverse objections; | |
| | Much less to take occasion from their mouths | |
| | To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves: | |
| | Let me persuade you take a better course. | |
| EXETER | It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends. | 135 |
| KING HENRY VI | Come hither, you that would be combatants: | |
| | 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: | 140 |
| | If they perceive dissension in our looks | |
| | And that within ourselves we disagree, | |
| | How will their grudging stomachs be provoked | |
| | To wilful disobedience, and rebel! | |
| | Beside, what infamy will there arise, | 145 |
| | 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, | 150 |
| | 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 | 155 |
| | I more incline to Somerset than York: | |
| | Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both: | |
| | As well they may upbraid me with my crown, | |
| | Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. | |
| | But your discretions better can persuade | 160 |
| | Than I am able to instruct or teach: | |
| | And therefore, as we hither came in peace, | |
| | So let us still continue peace and love. | |
| | Cousin of York, we institute your grace | |
| | To be our regent in these parts of France: | 165 |
| | And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite | |
| | Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot; | |
| | And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, | |
| | Go cheerfully together and digest. | |
| | Your angry choler on your enemies. | 170 |
| | Ourself, my lord protector and the rest | |
| | After some respite will return to Calais; | |
| | From thence to England; where I hope ere long | |
| | To be presented, by your victories, | |
| | With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout. | 175 |
| | Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETERand VERNON | |
| WARWICK | 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. | |
| WARWICK | Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not; | 180 |
| | I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. | |
| YORK | An if I wist he did,--but let it rest; | |
| | Other affairs must now be managed. | |
| | Exeunt all but EXETER | |
| EXETER | Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice; | |
| | For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, | 185 |
| | I fear we should have seen decipher'd there | |
| | More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, | |
| | Than yet can be imagined or supposed. | |
| | But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees | |
| | This jarring discord of nobility, | 190 |
| | This shouldering of each other in the court, | |
| | This factious bandying of their favourites, | |
| | But that it doth presage some ill event. | |
| | 'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands; | |
| | But more when envy breeds unkind division; | 195 |
| | There comes the rain, there begins confusion. | |
| | Exit | |