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Paris. A Room of State.
 Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER, WINCHESTER, DUKE OF YORK, SUFFOLK,
 SOMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, GOVERNOR OF PARIS, and OTHERS.

Gloucester    Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.

Winchester    God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!

Gloucester    Now, Governor of Paris, take your oath-
                                                    [GOVERNOR kneels.
    That you elect no other king but him,
    Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
    And none your foes but such as shall pretend
    Malicious practices against his state:
    This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
                                    [Exeunt GOVERNOR and his Train.

                             Enter FALSTAFF.

Falstaff    My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais
    To haste unto your coronation,
    A letter was delivered to my hands,
    Writ to your grace from th' Duke of Burgundy.
                                                    [He delivers the letter.

Talbot    Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
    I vowed, base knight, when I did meet thee next
    To tear the Garter from thy craven's leg.
    Which I have done, because unworthily
    Thou was installd in that high degree.
    Pardon me, princely Henry and the rest,
    This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
    When but in all I was six thousand strong,
    And that the French were almost ten to one,
    Before we met or that a stroke was given,
    Like to a trusty squire did run away;
    In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
    Myself and divers gentlemen beside
    Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
    Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss,
    Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
    This ornament of knighthood - yea or no.

Gloucester    To say the truth, this fact was infamous,
    And ill-beseeming any common man,
    Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.

Talbot    When first this order was ordained, my lords,
    Knights of the Garter were of noble birth,
    Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
    Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
    Not fearing death nor shrinking for distress,
    But always resolute in most extremes.
    He then that is not furnished in this sort
    Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
    Profaning this most honourable order,
    And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
    Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
    That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.

King Henry    Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
    Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight;
    Henceforth we banish thee on pain of death.
                                                    [Exit FALSTAFF.
    And now, my Lord Protector, view the letter
    Sent from our uncle, Duke of Burgundy.

Gloucester    [Viewing the address.]
    What means his grace that he hath changed his style?
    No more but plain and bluntly "To the king"?
    Hath he forgot he is his sovereign,
    Or doth this churlish superscription
    Pretend some alteration in good will?
    What's here?

        [Reads.]    "I have, upon especial cause,
        Moved with compassion of my country's wrack,
        Together with the pitiful complaints
        Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
        Forsaken your pernicious faction,
        And joined with Charles, the rightful King of France."

    O monstrous treachery! Can this be so,
    That in alliance, amity, and oaths,
    There should be found such false dissembling guile?

King Henry    What, doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?

Gloucester    He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.

King Henry    Is that the worst this letter doth contain?

Gloucester    It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.

King Henry    Why then Lord Talbot there shall talk with him,
    And give him chastisement for this abuse.
    How say you, my lord; are you not content?

Talbot    Content, my liege? Yes, but that I am prevented,
    I should have begged I might have been employed.

King Henry    Then gather strength, and march unto him straight.
    Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason,
    And what offence it is to flout his friends.

Talbot    I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
    You may behold confusion of your foes.
                                                    [Exit.

                         Enter VERNON and BASSET.

Vernon    Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.

Basset    And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.

York    This is my servant; hear him, noble prince.

Somerset    And this is mine; sweet Henry, favour him.

King Henry    Be patient, lords, and give them leave to speak.
    Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
    And wherefore crave you combat, or with whom?

Vernon    With him, my lord, for he hath done me wrong.

Basset    And I with him, for he hath done me wrong.

King Henry    What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
    First let me know, and then I'll answer you.

Basset    Crossing the sea from England into France,
    This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
    Upbraided me about the rose I wear,
    Saying the sanguine colour of the leaves
    Did represent my master's blushing cheeks
    When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
    About a certain question in the law
    Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
    With other vile and ignominious terms;
    In confutation of which rude approach,
    And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
    I crave the benefit of law of arms.

Vernon    And that is my petition, noble lord;
    For though he seem with forgd quaint conceit
    To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
    Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him,
    And he first took exceptions at this badge,
    Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
    Bewrayed the faintness of my master's heart.

York    Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?

Somerset    Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
    Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.

King Henry    Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
    When for so slight and frivolous a cause
    Such factious emulations shall arise!
    Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
    Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.

York    Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
    And then your highness shall command a peace.

Somerset    The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
    Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.

York    There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.

Vernon    Nay, let it rest where it began at first.

Basset    Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.

Gloucester    Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife,
    And perish ye with your audacious prate!
    Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
    With this immodest clamorous outrage
    To trouble and disturb the king and us?
    And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
    To bear with their perverse objections,
    Much less to take occasion from their mouths
    To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves.
    Let me persuade you take a better course.

Exeter    It grieves his highness. Good my lords, be friends.

King Henry    Come hither, you that would be combatants.
    Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
    Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
    And you, my lords, remember where we are-
    In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation.
    If they perceive dissension in our looks,
    And that within ourselves we disagree,
    How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
    To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
    Beside, what infamy will there arise
    When foreign princes shall be certified
    That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
    King Henry's peers and chief nobility
    Destroyed themselves and lost the realm of France!
    O, think upon the conquest of my father,
    My tender years, and let us not forgo
    That for a trifle that was bought with blood!
    Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
    I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
                                                    [Putting on a red rose.
    That any one should therefore be suspicious
    I more incline to Somerset than York:
    Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both.
    As well may they upbraid me with my crown
    Because, forsooth, the King of Scots is crowned.
    But your discretions better can persuade
    Than I am able to instruct or teach;
    And, therefore, as we hither came in peace,
    So let us still continue peace and love.
    Cousin of York, we institute your grace
    To be our regent in these parts of France;
    And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
    Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
    And like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
    Go cheerfully together and digest
    Your angry choler on your enemies.
    Ourself, my Lord Protector, and the rest,
    After some respite will return to Calais;
    From thence to England, where I hope ere long
    To be presented by your victories
    With Charles, Alenon, and that traitorous rout.
                                                    [Flourish. Exeunt.
                   Manet YORK, WARWICK, EXETER, VERNON.

Warwick    My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
    Prettily, methought, did play the orator.

York    And so he did; but yet I like it not,
    In that he wears the badge of Somerset.

Warwick    Tush, that was but his fancy; blame him not.
    I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.

York    And if I wist he did - but let it rest;
    Other affairs must now be managd.
                                                    [Exeunt.
                              Manet EXETER.

Exeter    Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
    For had the passions of thy heart burst out,
    I fear we should have seen deciphered there
    More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
    Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
    But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
    This jarring discord of nobility,
    This shouldering of each other in the court,
    This factious bandying of their favourites,
    But sees it doth presage some ill event.
    'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands,
    But more when envy breeds unkind division:
    There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.
                                                    [Exit.