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Reference: k6r - Histories, p. 103

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The first Part of Henry the Sixt. I thought I should haue seene some Hercules, A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
[765]
And large proportion of his strong knit Limbes, Alas, this is a Child, a silly Dwarfe: It cannot be, this weake and writhled shrimpe Should strike such terror to his Enemies.
Talb. Madame, I haue beene bold to trouble you:
[770]
But since your Ladyship is not at leysure, Ile sort some other time to visit you.
Count. What meanes he now? Goe aske him, whither he goes? Mess. Stay my Lord Talbot, for my Lady craues,
[775]
To know the cause of your abrupt departure?
Talb. Marry, for that shee's in a wrong beleefe, I goe to certifie her Talbot's here. Enter Porter with Keyes. Count. If thou be he, then art thou Prisoner. Talb. Prisoner? to whom? Count.
[780]
To me, blood‑thirstie Lord: And for that cause I trayn'd thee to my House. Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs: But now the substance shall endure the like,
[785]
And I will chayne these Legges and Armes of thine, That hast by Tyrannie these many yeeres Wasted our Countrey, slaine our Citizens, And sent our Sonnes and Husbands captiuate.
Talb.

Ha, ha, ha.

Count.
[790]
Laughest thou Wretch? Thy mirth shall turne to moane.
Talb. I laugh to see your Ladyship so fond, To thinke, that you haue ought but Talbots shadow, Whereon to practise your seueritie. Count.
[795]
Why? art not thou the man?
Talb. I am indeede. Count. Then haue I substance too. Talb. No, no, I am but shadow of my selfe: You are deceiu'd, my substance is not here;
[800]
For what you see, is but the smallest part, And least proportion of Humanitie: I tell you Madame, were the whole Frame here, It is of such a spacious loftie pitch, Your Roofe were not sufficient to contayn't.
Count.
[805]
This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonce, He will be here, and yet he is not here: How can these contrarieties agree?
Talb. That will I shew you presently. Winds his Horne, Drummes strike vp, a Peale of Ordenance: Enter Souldiors. How say you Madame? are you now perswaded,
[810]
That Talbot is but shadow of himselfe? These are his substance, sinewes, armes, and strength, With which he yoaketh your rebellious Neckes, Razeth your Cities, and subuerts your Townes, And in a moment makes them desolate.
Count.
[815]
Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse, I finde thou art no lesse then Fame hath bruited, And more then may be gathered by thy shape. Let my presumption not prouoke thy wrath, For I am sorry, that with reuerence
[820]
I did not entertaine thee as thou art.
Talb. Be not dismay'd, faire Lady, nor misconster The minde of Talbot, as you did mistake The outward composition of his body. What you haue done, hath not offended me:
[825]
Nor other satisfaction doe I craue,

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But onely with your patience, that we may Taste of your Wine, and see what Cates you haue, For Souldiers stomacks alwayes serue them well. Count. With all my heart, and thinke me honored,
[830]
To feast so great a Warrior in my House.
Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 4] Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset, Poole, and others. Yorke. Great Lords and Gentlemen, What meanes this silence? Dare no man answer in a Case of Truth? Suff. Within the Temple Hall we were too lowd,
[835]
The Garden here is more conuenient.
York. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the Truth: Or else was wrangling Somerset in th'error? Suff. Faith I haue beene a Truant in the Law, And neuer yet could frame my will to it,
[840]
And therefore frame the Law vnto my will.
Som. Iudge you, my Lord of Warwicke, then be­ tweene vs. War. Between two Hawks, which flyes the higher pitch, Between two Dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two Blades, which beares the better temper,
[845]
Between two Horses, which doth beare him best, Between two Girles, which hath the merryest eye, I haue perhaps some shallow spirit of Iudgement: But in these nice sharpe Quillets of the Law, Good faith I am no wiser then a Daw.
York.
[850]
Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance; The truth appeares so naked on my side, That any purblind eye may find it out.
Som. And on my side it is so well apparrell'd, So cleare, so shinning, and so euident,
[855]
That it will glimmer through a blind‑mans eye.
York. Since you are tongue‑ty'd, and so loth to speake, In dumbe significants proclayme your thoughts: Let him that is a true‑borne Gentleman, And stands vpon the honor of his birth,
[860]
If he suppose that I haue pleaded truth, From off this Bryer pluck a white Rose with me.
Som. Let him that is no Coward, nor no Flatterer, But dare maintaine the partie of the truth, Pluck a red Rose from off this Thorne with me. War.
[865]
I loue no Colours: and without all colour Of base insinuating flatterie, I pluck this white Rose with Plantagenet.
Suff. I pluck this red Rose, with young Somerset, And say withall, I thinke he held the right. Vernon.
[870]
Stay Lords and Gentlemen, and pluck no more Till you conclude, that he vpon whose side The fewest Roses are cropt from the Tree, Shall yeeld the other in the right opinion.
Som. Good Master Vernon, it is well obiected:
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If I haue fewest, I subscribe in silence.
York. And I. Vernon. Then for the truth, and plainnesse of the Case, I pluck this pale and Maiden Blossome here, Giuing my Verdict on the white Rose side. Som.
[880]
Prick not your finger as you pluck it off, Least bleeding, you doe paint the white Rose red, And fall on my side so against your will.
Vernon. If I, my Lord, for my opinion bleed, Opinion shall be Surgeon to my hurt,
[885]
And keepe me on the side where still I am.
Som. Well, well, come on, who else? Lawyer. Vn­

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Actus Secundus. Scena Prima. [Act 2, Scene 1] Enter a Sergeant of a Band, with two Sentinels. Ser. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: If any noyse or Souldier you perceiue Neere to the walles, by some apparant signe Let vs haue knowledge at the Court of Guard. Sent.
[605]
Sergeant you shall. Thus are poore Seruitors (When others sleepe vpon their quiet beds) Constrain'd to watch in darknesse, raine, and cold.
Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with scaling Ladders: Their Drummes beating a Dead March. Tal. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, By whose approach, the Regions of Artoys,
[610]
Wallon, and Picardy, are friends to vs: This happy night, the Frenchmen are secure, Hauing all day carows'd and banquetted, Embrace we then this opportunitie, As fitting best to quittance their deceite,
[615]
Contriu'd by Art, and balefull Sorcerie.
Bed. Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame, Dispairing of his owne armes fortitude, To ioyne with Witches, and the helpe of Hell. Bur. Traitors haue neuer other company.
[620]
But what's that Puzell whom they tearme so pure?
Tal. A Maid, they say. Bed. A Maid? And be so martiall? Bur. Pray God she proue not masculine ere long: If vnderneath the Standard of the French
[625]
She carry Armour, as she hath begun.
Tal. Well, let them practise and conuerse with spirits. God is our Fortresse, in whose conquering name Let vs resolue to scale their flinty bulwarkes. Bed. Ascend braue Talbot, we will follow thee. Tal.
[630]
Not altogether: Better farre I guesse, That we do make our entrance seuerall wayes: That if it chance the one of vs do faile, The other yet may rise against their force.
Bed. Agreed; Ile to yond corner. Bur.
[635]
And I to this.
Tal. And heere will Talbot mount, or make his graue. Now Salisbury, for thee and for the right Of English Henry, shall this night appeare How much in duty, I am bound to both. Sent.
[640]
Arme, arme, the enemy doth make assault.
Cry, S. George, A Talbot. The French leape ore the walles in their shirts. Enter seuerall wayes, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier, halfe ready, and halfe vnready. Alan. How now my Lords? what all vnreadie so? Bast. Vnready? I am glad we scap'd so well. Reig. 'Twas time (I trow) to wake and leaue our beds, Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores. Alan.
[645]
Of all exploits since first I follow'd Armes, Nere heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous, or desperate then this.
Bast. I thinke this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell. Reig. If not of Hell, the Heauens sure fauour him. Alans.
[650]
Here Commeth Charles, I maruell how he sped?
Enter Charles and Ioane. Bast. Tut, holy Ioane was his defensiue Guard. Charl. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitfull Dame? Didst thou at first to flatter vs withall, Make vs partakers of a little gayne,
[655]
That now our losse might be ten times so much?
Ioane. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? At all times will you haue my Power alike? Sleeping or waking, must I still preuayle, Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
[660]
Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good, This sudden Mischiefe neuer could haue falne.
Charl. Duke of Alanson, this was your default, That being Captaine of the Watch to Night, Did looke no better to that weightie Charge. Alans.
[665]
Had all your Quarters been as safely kept, As that whereof I had the gouernment, We had not beene thus shamefully surpriz'd.
Bast. Mine was secure. Reig. And so was mine, my Lord. Charl.
[670]
And for my selfe, most part of all this Night Within her Quarter, and mine owne Precinct, I was imploy'd in passing to and fro, About relieuing of the Centinels. Then how, or which way, should they first breake in?
Ioane.
[675]
Question (my Lords) no further of the case, How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place, But weakely guarded, where the breach was made: And now there, rests no other shift but this, To gather our Souldiors, scatter'd and disperc't,
[680]
And lay new Plat‑formes to endammage them.
Exeunt. Alarum. Enter a Souldier, crying, a Talbot, a Talbot: they flye, leauing their Clothes behind. Sould. Ile be so bold to take what they haue left: The Cry of Talbot serues me for a Sword, For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles, Vsing no other Weapon but his Name. Exit.
 

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      <speaker rend="italic">Tal.</speaker>
      <l n="621">A Maid, they say.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bed.</speaker>
      <l n="622">A Maid? And be so martiall?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bur.</speaker>
      <l n="623">Pray God she proue not masculine ere long:</l>
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      <l n="625">She carry Armour, as she hath begun.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Tal.</speaker>
      <l n="626">Well, let them practise and conuerse with spirits.</l>
      <l n="627">God is our Fortresse, in whose conquering name</l>
      <l n="628">Let vs resolue to scale their flinty bulwarkes.</l>
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      <l n="629">Ascend braue<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>, we will follow thee.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Tal.</speaker>
      <l n="630">Not altogether: Better farre I guesse,</l>
      <l n="631">That we do make our entrance seuerall wayes:</l>
      <l n="632">That if it chance the one of vs do faile,</l>
      <l n="633">The other yet may rise against their force.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bed.</speaker>
      <l n="634">Agreed; Ile to yond corner.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bur.</speaker>
      <l n="635">And I to this.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Tal.</speaker>
      <l n="636">And heere will<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>mount, or make his graue.</l>
      <l n="637">Now<hi rend="italic">Salisbury</hi>, for thee and for the right</l>
      <l n="638">Of English<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, shall this night appeare</l>
      <l n="639">How much in duty, I am bound to both.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Sent.</speaker>
      <l n="640">Arme, arme, the enemy doth make assault.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">The French leape ore the walles in their shirts. Enter
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      <speaker rend="italic">Alan.</speaker>
      <l n="641">How now my Lords? what all vnreadie so?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="642">Vnready? I am glad we scap'd so well.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h6-rei">
      <speaker rend="italic">Reig.</speaker>
      <l n="643">'Twas time (I trow) to wake and leaue our beds,</l>
      <l n="644">Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h6-ale">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alan.</speaker>
      <l n="645">Of all exploits since first I follow'd Armes,</l>
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      <l n="647">More venturous, or desperate then this.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h6-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="648">I thinke this<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>be a Fiend of Hell.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Reig.</speaker>
      <l n="649">If not of Hell, the Heauens sure fauour him.</l>
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      <l n="650">Here Commeth<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>, I maruell how he sped?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h6-cha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Charl.</speaker>
      <l n="652">Is this thy cunning, thou deceitfull Dame?</l>
      <l n="653">Didst thou at first to flatter vs withall,</l>
      <l n="654">Make vs partakers of a little gayne,</l>
      <l n="655">That now our losse might be ten times so much?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Ioane.</speaker>
      <l n="656">Wherefore is<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>impatient with his friend?</l>
      <l n="657">At all times will you haue my Power alike?</l>
      <l n="658">Sleeping or waking, must I still preuayle,</l>
      <l n="659">Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?</l>
      <l n="660">Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good,</l>
      <l n="661">This sudden Mischiefe neuer could haue falne.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h6-cha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Charl.</speaker>
      <l n="662">Duke of Alanson, this was your default,</l>
      <l n="663">That being Captaine of the Watch to Night,</l>
      <l n="664">Did looke no better to that weightie Charge.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-ale">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alans.</speaker>
      <l n="665">Had all your Quarters been as safely kept,</l>
      <l n="666">As that whereof I had the gouernment,</l>
      <l n="667">We had not beene thus shamefully surpriz'd.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="668">Mine was secure.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-rei">
      <speaker rend="italic">Reig.</speaker>
      <l n="669">And so was mine, my Lord.</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-cha">
      <speaker rend="italic">Charl.</speaker>
      <l n="670">And for my selfe, most part of all this Night</l>
      <l n="671">Within her Quarter, and mine owne Precinct,</l>
      <l n="672">I was imploy'd in passing to and fro,</l>
      <l n="673">About relieuing of the Centinels.</l>
      <l n="674">Then how, or which way, should they first breake in?</l>
   </sp>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-jlp">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ioane.</speaker>
      <l n="675">Question (my Lords) no further of the case,</l>
      <l n="676">How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place,</l>
      <l n="677">But weakely guarded, where the breach was made:</l>
      <l n="678">And now there, rests no other shift but this,</l>
      <l n="679">To gather our Souldiors, scatter'd and disperc't,</l>
      <l n="680">And lay new Plat‑formes to endammage them.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
   <stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Alarum. Enter a Souldier, crying, a Talbot, a Talbot:
      <lb/>they flye, leauing their Clothes behind.</stage>
   <sp who="#F-1h6-sol">
      <speaker rend="italic">Sould.</speaker>
      <l n="681">Ile be so bold to take what they haue left:</l>
      <l n="682">The Cry of<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>serues me for a Sword,</l>
      <l n="683">For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles,</l>
      <l n="684">Vsing no other Weapon but his Name.</l>
   </sp>
   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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