Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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SCENE IV.
Paris. A Room in the Palace.
Enter King Henry; with Gloster, and Train of
Nobles, &c. Vernon, and Basset, in the Train:
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To them, Talbot, and some of his Officers.
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.
Kin.
Is this the Talbot note, uncle Glocester,
That hath so long been resident in France?
Glo.
Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
Kin.
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 handl'd arms.
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 King, Glo. Tal. and Nobles.
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,—
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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 note, 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 note.
[striking him.
Bas.
Villain, thou know'st14Q0784 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.
Edward Capell [1767], Mr William Shakespeare his comedies, histories, and tragedies, set out by himself in quarto, or by the Players his Fellows in folio, and now faithfully republish'd from those Editions in ten Volumes octavo; with an introduction: Whereunto will be added, in some other Volumes, notes, critical and explanatory, and a Body of Various Readings entire (Printed by Dryden Leach, for J. and R. Tonson [etc.], London) [word count] [S10601].
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