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;
And, with submissive loyalty of heart,
Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,
First to my God, and next unto your grace.

K. Henry.
Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster,
That hath so long been resident in France?

Glo.
Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.

K. Henry.
Welcome, brave captain, and victorious 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^{4 note} 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. [Exeunt King, Glo. Tal.

Ver.
Now, Sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,
Disgracing of these colours that I wear^{5 note}

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,
^{6 note}

Ver.
Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
And, after, meet you sooner than you would. [Exeunt.

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