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Act III. Scene IV.

Scene IV.—Paris. A Room in the Palace.

Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER,
BISHOP OF 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 given truce unto my wars,
To do my duty to my sovereign:
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,—
Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet,
[Kneels.
And with submissive loyalty of heart,
Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,
First to my God, and next unto your Grace.
K. Hen. Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle
Gloucester,
That hath so long been resident in France?
Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain and victo-
rious lord!
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,
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:
Therefore, stand up; and for these good deserts,
We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
And in our coronation take your place
[Flourish. Exeunt all but VERNON
and BASSET.
Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,
Disgracing of these colours that I wear
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
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.
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.
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;
And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
[Exeunt.
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