The Bodleian First Folio

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Reference: m1r - Histories, p. 117

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The first Part of Henry the Sixt. But Madame, I must trouble you againe,
[2405]
No louing Token to his Maiestie?
Mar. Yes, my good Lord, a pure vnspotted heart, Neuer yet taint with loue, I send the King. Suf. And this withall. Kisse her. Mar. That for thy selfe, I will not so presume,
[2410]
To send such peeuish tokens to a King.
Suf. Oh wert thou for my selfe: but Suffolke stay, Thou mayest not wander in that Labyrinth, There Minotaurs and vgly Treasons lurke, Solicite Henry with her wonderous praise.
[2415]
Bethinke thee on her Vertues that surmount, Mad naturall Graces that extinguish Art, Repeate their semblance often on the Seas, That when thou com'st to kneele at Henries feete, Thou mayest bereaue him of his wits with wonder.
Exit
[Act 5, Scene 4] Enter Yorke, Warwicke, Shepheard, Pucell. Yor.
[2420]
Bring forth that Sorceresse condemn'd to burne.
Shep. Ah Ione, this kils thy Fathers heart out‑right, Haue I sought euery Country farre and neere, And now it is my chance to finde thee out, Must I behold thy timelesse cruell death:
[2425]
Ah Ione, sweet daughter Ione, Ile die with thee.
Pucel. Decrepit Miser, base ignoble Wretch, I am descended of a gentler blood. Thou art no Father, nor no Friend of mine. Shep. Out, out: My Lords, and please you, 'tis not so
[2430]
I did beget her, all the Parish knowes: Her Mother liueth yet, can testifie She was the first fruite of my Bach'ler‑ship.
War. Gracelesse, wilt thou deny thy Parentage? Yorke. This argues what her kinde of life hath beene,
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Wicked and vile, and so her death concludes.
Shep. Fye Ione, that thou wilt be so obstacle: God knowes, thou art a collop of my flesh, And for thy sake haue I shed many a teare: Deny me not, I prythee, gentle Ione. Pucell.
[2440]
Pezant auant. You haue suborn'd this man Of purpose, to obscure my Noble birth.
Shep. 'Tis true, I gaue a Noble to the Priest, The morne that I was wedded to her mother. Kneele downe and take my blessing, good my Gyrle.
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Wilt thou not stoope? Now cursed be the time Of thy natiuitie: I would the Milke Thy mother gaue thee when thou suck'st her brest, Had bin a little Rats‑bane for thy sake. Or else, when thou didst keepe my Lambes a‑field,
[2450]
I wish some rauenous Wolfe had eaten thee. Doest thou deny thy Father, cursed Drab? O burne her, burne her, hanging is too good.
Exit. Yorke. Take her away, for she hath liu'd too long, To fill the world with vicious qualities. Puc.
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First let me tell you whom you haue condemn'd; Not me, begotten of a Shepheard Swaine, But issued from the Progeny of Kings. Vertuous and Holy, chosen from aboue, By inspiration of Celestiall Grace,
[2460]
To worke exceeding myracles on earth. I neuer had to do with wicked Spirits. But you that are polluted with your lustes, Stain'd with the guiltlesse blood of Innocents, Corrupt and tainted with a thousand Vices:
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Because you want the grace that others haue, You iudge it straight a thing impossible To compasse Wonders, but by helpe of diuels.

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No misconceyued, Ione of Aire hath beene A Virgin from her tender infancie,
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Chaste, and immaculate in very thought, Whose Maiden‑blood thus rigorously effus'd, Will cry for Vengeance, at the Gates of Heauen.
Yorke. I, I: away with her to execution. War. And hearke ye sirs: because she is a Maide,
[2475]
Spare for no Faggots, let there be enow: Place barrelles of pitch vpon the fatall stake, That so her torture may be shortned.
Puc. Will nothing turne your vnrelenting hearts? Then Ione discouer thine infirmity,
[2480]
That wartanteth warranteth by Law, to be thy priuiledge. I am with childe ye bloody Homicides: Murther not then the Fruite within my Wombe, Although ye hale me to a violent death.
Yor. Now heauen forfend, the holy Maid with child? War.
[2485]
The greatest miracle that ere ye wrought. Is all your strict precisenesse come to this?
Yorke. She and the Dolphin haue bin iugling, I did imagine what would be her refuge. War. Well go too, we'll haue no Bastards liue,
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Especially since Charles must Father it.
Puc. You are deceyu'd, my childe is none of his, It was Alanson that inioy'd my loue. Yorke. Alanson that notorious Macheuile? It dyes, and if it had a thousand liues. Pue.
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Oh giue me leaue, I haue deluded you, 'Twas neyther Charles, nor yet the Duke I nam'd, But Reignier King of Naples that preuayl'd.
War. A married man, that's most intollerable. Yor. Why here's a Gyrle: I think she knowes not wel
[2500]
(There were so many) whom she may accuse.
War. It's signe she hath beene liberall and free. Yor. And yet forsooth she is a Virgin pure. Strumpet, thy words condemne thy Brat, and thee. Vse no intreaty, for it is in vaine. Pu.
[2505]
Then lead me hence: with whom I leaue my curse. May neuer glorious Sunne reflex his beames Vpon the Countrey where you make abode: But darknesse, and the gloomy shade of death Inuiron you, till Mischeefe and Dispaire,
[2510]
Driue you to break your necks, or hang your selues.
Exit Enter Cardinall. Yorke. Breake thou in peeces, and consume to ashes, Thou fowle accursed minister of Hell. Car. Lord Regent, I do greete your Excellence With Letters of Commission from the King.
[2515]
For know my Lords, the states of Christendome, Mou'd with remorse of these out‑ragious broyles, Haue earnestly implor'd a generall peace, Betwixt our Nation, and the aspyring French; And heere at hand, the Dolphin and his Traine
[2520]
Approacheth, to conferre about some matter.
Yorke. Is all our trauell turn'd to this effect, After the slaughter of so many Peeres, So many Captaines, Gentlemen, and Soldiers, That in this quarrell haue beene ouerthrowne,
[2525]
And sold their bodyes for their Countryes benefit, Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace? Haue we not lost most part of all the Townes, By Treason, Falshood, and by Treacherie, Our great Progenitors had conquered:
[2530]
Oh Warwicke, Warwicke, I foresee with greefe The vtter losse of all the Realme of France.
War. Be patient Yorke, if we conclude a Peace m It

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[Act 4, Scene 3] Enter a Messenger that meets Yorke. Enter Yorke with Trumpet, and many Soldiers. Yorke.
[1830]
Are not the speedy scouts return'd againe, That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin?
Mess. They are return'd my Lord, and giue it out, That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power To fight with Talbot as he march'd along.
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By your espyals were discouered Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led, Which ioyn'd with him, and made their march for (Burdeaux
Yorke A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset, That thus delayes my promised supply
[1840]
Of horsemen, that were leuied for this siege. Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde, And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine, And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier: God comfort him in this necessity:
[1845]
If he miscarry, farewell Warres in France.
Enter another Messenger. 2. Mes. Thou Princely Leader of our English strength, Neuer so needfull on the earth of France, Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot, Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron,
[1850]
And hem'd about with grim destruction: To Burdeaux warlike Duke, to Burdeaux Yorke, Else farwell Talbot, France, and Englands honor.
Yorke. O God, that Somerset who in proud heart Doth stop my Cornets, were in Talbots place,
[1855]
So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman, By forfeyting a Traitor, and a Coward: Mad ire, and wrathfull fury makes me weepe, That thus we dye, while remisse Traitors sleepe.
Mes.

O send some succour to the distrest Lord.

Yorke.
[1860]
He dies, we loose: I breake my warlike word: We mourne, France smiles: We loose, they dayly get, All long of this vile Traitor Somerset.
Mes. Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule, And on his Sonne yong Iohn, who two houres since,
[1865]
I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father; This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne, And now they meete where both their liues are done.
Yorke. Alas, what ioy shall noble Talbot haue, To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue:
[1870]
Away, vexation almost stoppes my breath, That sundred friends greete in the houre of death. Lucie farewell, no more my fortune can, But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man. Maine, Bloys, Poytiers, and Toures, are wonne away,
[1875]
Long all of Somerset, and his delay.
Exit Mes. Thus while the Vulture of sedition, Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders, Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse: The Conquest of our scarse‑cold Conqueror,
[1880]
That euer‑liuing man of Memorie, Henrie the fift: Whiles they each other crosse, Liues, Honours, Lands, and all, hurrie to losse.
 

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