Speeches (Lines) for Charles, King of France in "History of Henry VI, Part I"

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1 I / 2
  • Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
    So in the earth, to this day is...
  • Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
    So in the earth, to this day is not known:
    Late did he shine upon the English side;
    Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
    What towns of any moment but we have?
    At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
    Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
    Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
  • Winchester. Each hath his place and function to attend:
    I am left out; for me nothing remains.
    But long I will not be Jack out of office:
    The king from Eltham I intend to steal
    And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.

    Charles, King of France. Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
    So in the earth, to this day is not known:
    Late did he shine upon the English side;
    Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
    What towns of any moment but we have?
    At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
    Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
    Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.

2 I / 2
  • Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
    Now for the honour of the forlorn...
  • Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
    Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
    Him I forgive my death that killeth me
    When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
    [Exeunt]
    [Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English]
    with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER]
  • Reignier. Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
    Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
    Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;
    And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
    Nor men nor money hath he to make war.

    Charles, King of France. Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
    Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
    Him I forgive my death that killeth me
    When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
    [Exeunt]
    [Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English]
    with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER]

3 I / 2
  • Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
    Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'...
  • Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
    Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
    But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
  • Charles, King of France. Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
    Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
    Him I forgive my death that killeth me
    When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
    [Exeunt]
    [Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English]
    with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER]

    Charles, King of France. Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
    Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
    But that they left me 'midst my enemies.

4 I / 2
  • Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
    And hunger will enf...
  • Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
    And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
    Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
    The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
  • Duke of Alencon. Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
    England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
    During the time Edward the Third did reign.
    More truly now may this be verified;
    For none but Samsons and Goliases
    It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
    Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose
    They had such courage and audacity?

    Charles, King of France. Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
    And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
    Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
    The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.

5 I / 2
  • Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
  • Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
  • Bastard of Orleans. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.

    Charles, King of France. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.

6 I / 2
  • Go, call her in.
    [Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS]
    But first, to try her skill,...
  • Go, call her in.
    [Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS]
    But first, to try her skill,
    Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
    Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
    By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
  • Bastard of Orleans. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:
    Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
    Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:
    A holy maid hither with me I bring,
    Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
    Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
    And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
    The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
    Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
    What's past and what's to come she can descry.
    Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
    For they are certain and unfallible.

    Charles, King of France. Go, call her in.
    [Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS]
    But first, to try her skill,
    Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
    Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
    By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.

7 I / 2
  • Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
    Only this proof I'll of thy val...
  • Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
    Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
    In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
    And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
    Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
  • Joan la Pucelle. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,
    My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
    Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
    To shine on my contemptible estate:
    Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
    And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
    God's mother deigned to appear to me
    And in a vision full of majesty
    Will'd me to leave my base vocation
    And free my country from calamity:
    Her aid she promised and assured success:
    In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
    And, whereas I was black and swart before,
    With those clear rays which she infused on me
    That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
    Ask me what question thou canst possible,
    And I will answer unpremeditated:
    My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
    And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
    Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
    If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

    Charles, King of France. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
    Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
    In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
    And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
    Otherwise I renounce all confidence.

8 I / 2
  • Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
  • Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
  • Joan la Pucelle. I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,
    Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
    The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's
    churchyard,
    Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.

    Charles, King of France. Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.

9 I / 2
  • Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
    And fightest with the sword of Debo...
  • Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
    And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
  • Joan la Pucelle. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.

    Charles, King of France. Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
    And fightest with the sword of Deborah.

10 I / 2
  • Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
    Impatiently I burn with thy...
  • Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
    Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
    My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
    Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
    Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
    'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
  • Joan la Pucelle. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.

    Charles, King of France. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
    Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
    My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
    Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
    Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
    'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.

11 I / 2
  • Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
  • Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
  • Joan la Pucelle. I must not yield to any rites of love,
    For my profession's sacred from above:
    When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
    Then will I think upon a recompense.

    Charles, King of France. Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.

12 I / 2
  • What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
  • What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
  • Joan la Pucelle. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
    Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.

    Charles, King of France. What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.

13 I / 2
  • Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
    Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
    ...
  • Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
    Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
    Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
    Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
    Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
    How may I reverently worship thee enough?
  • Joan la Pucelle. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
    This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
    Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
    Since I have entered into these wars.
    Glory is like a circle in the water,
    Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
    Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
    With Henry's death the English circle ends;
    Dispersed are the glories it included.
    Now am I like that proud insulting ship
    Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.

    Charles, King of France. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
    Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
    Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
    Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
    Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
    How may I reverently worship thee enough?

14 I / 2
  • Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
    No prophet will I trust, if...
  • Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
    No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
  • Reignier. Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
    Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.

    Charles, King of France. Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
    No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.

15 I / 6
  • Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,
    How shall I honour thee for this succ...
  • Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,
    How shall I honour thee for this success?
    Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
    That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
    France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
    Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
    More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
  • Joan la Pucelle. Advance our waving colours on the walls;
    Rescued is Orleans from the English
    Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.

    Charles, King of France. Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,
    How shall I honour thee for this success?
    Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
    That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
    France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
    Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
    More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.

16 I / 6
  • 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
    For which I will divide my crown...
  • 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
    For which I will divide my crown with her,
    And all the priests and friars in my realm
    Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
    A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
    Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
    In memory of her when she is dead,
    Her ashes, in an urn more precious
    Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,
    Transported shall be at high festivals
    Before the kings and queens of France.
    No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
    But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
    Come in, and let us banquet royally,
    After this golden day of victory.
  • Duke of Alencon. All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
    When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.

    Charles, King of France. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
    For which I will divide my crown with her,
    And all the priests and friars in my realm
    Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
    A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
    Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
    In memory of her when she is dead,
    Her ashes, in an urn more precious
    Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,
    Transported shall be at high festivals
    Before the kings and queens of France.
    No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
    But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
    Come in, and let us banquet royally,
    After this golden day of victory.

17 II / 1
  • Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
    Didst thou at first, to flatter us...
  • Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
    Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
    Make us partakers of a little gain,
    That now our loss might be ten times so much?
  • Bastard of Orleans. Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.

    Charles, King of France. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
    Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
    Make us partakers of a little gain,
    That now our loss might be ten times so much?

18 II / 1
  • Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
    That, being captain of the watch to-...
  • Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
    That, being captain of the watch to-night,
    Did look no better to that weighty charge.
  • Joan la Pucelle. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend!
    At all times will you have my power alike?
    Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
    Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
    Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
    This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.

    Charles, King of France. Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
    That, being captain of the watch to-night,
    Did look no better to that weighty charge.

19 II / 1
  • And, for myself, most part of all this night,
    Within her quarter and mine ow...
  • And, for myself, most part of all this night,
    Within her quarter and mine own precinct
    I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
    About relieving of the sentinels:
    Then how or which way should they first break in?
  • Reignier. And so was mine, my lord.

    Charles, King of France. And, for myself, most part of all this night,
    Within her quarter and mine own precinct
    I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
    About relieving of the sentinels:
    Then how or which way should they first break in?

20 III / 2
  • Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
    And once again we'll sleep secure in...
  • Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
    And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.
  • Joan la Pucelle. Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.
    [Exeunt]
    [Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON,]
    REIGNIER, and forces]

    Charles, King of France. Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
    And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.

21 III / 2
  • Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
    A prophet to the fall of all our foes!...
  • Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
    A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
  • Bastard of Orleans. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;
    The burning torch in yonder turret stands.

    Charles, King of France. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
    A prophet to the fall of all our foes!

22 III / 2
  • Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.
  • Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.
  • Duke of Burgundy. Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!
    I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own
    And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.

    Charles, King of France. Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.

23 III / 3
  • We have been guided by thee hitherto,
    And of thy cunning had no diffidence:...
  • We have been guided by thee hitherto,
    And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
    One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
  • Joan la Pucelle. Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
    Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
    Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
    For things that are not to be remedied.
    Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
    And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
    We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
    If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.

    Charles, King of France. We have been guided by thee hitherto,
    And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
    One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

24 III / 3
  • Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
    France were no place for Henry's w...
  • Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
    France were no place for Henry's warriors;
    Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
    But be extirped from our provinces.
  • Joan la Pucelle. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
    By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
    We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
    To leave the Talbot and to follow us.

    Charles, King of France. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
    France were no place for Henry's warriors;
    Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
    But be extirped from our provinces.

25 III / 3
  • A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
  • A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
  • Joan la Pucelle. Your honours shall perceive how I will work
    To bring this matter to the wished end.
    [Drum sounds afar off]
    Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
    Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
    [Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over]
    at a distance, TALBOT and his forces]
    There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
    And all the troops of English after him.
    [French march. Enter BURGUNDY and forces]
    Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
    Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
    Summon a parley; we will talk with him.

    Charles, King of France. A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!

26 III / 3
  • Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.
  • Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.
  • Duke of Burgundy. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.

    Charles, King of France. Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.

27 III / 3
  • Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.
  • Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.
  • Joan la Pucelle. [Aside] Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!

    Charles, King of France. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.

28 III / 3
  • Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
    And seek how we may prejudice...
  • Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
    And seek how we may prejudice the foe.
  • Duke of Alencon. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
    And doth deserve a coronet of gold.

    Charles, King of France. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
    And seek how we may prejudice the foe.

29 IV / 7
  • Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
    We should have found a bloody day o...
  • Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
    We should have found a bloody day of this.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
    Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
    Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
    Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
    In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
    O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
    Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
    Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
    Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
    Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
    Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
    Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
    My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
    Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
    Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
    [Dies]
    [Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD OF]
    ORLEANS, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces]

    Charles, King of France. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
    We should have found a bloody day of this.

30 IV / 7
  • O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
    During the life, let us not wron...
  • O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
    During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
    [Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the]
    French preceding]
  • Bastard of Orleans. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder
    Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.

    Charles, King of France. O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
    During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
    [Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the]
    French preceding]

31 IV / 7
  • On what submissive message art thou sent?
  • On what submissive message art thou sent?
  • Sir William Lucy. Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,
    To know who hath obtained the glory of the day.

    Charles, King of France. On what submissive message art thou sent?

32 IV / 7
  • For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
    But tell me whom thou seek'st...
  • For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
    But tell me whom thou seek'st.
  • Sir William Lucy. Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;
    We English warriors wot not what it means.
    I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en
    And to survey the bodies of the dead.

    Charles, King of France. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
    But tell me whom thou seek'st.

33 IV / 7
  • Go, take their bodies hence.
  • Go, take their bodies hence.
  • Joan la Pucelle. I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
    He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
    For God's sake let him have 'em; to keep them here,
    They would but stink, and putrefy the air.

    Charles, King of France. Go, take their bodies hence.

34 IV / 7
  • So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
    And now to Paris, in this...
  • So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
    And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
    All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.
  • Sir William Lucy. I'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear'd
    A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.

    Charles, King of France. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
    And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
    All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

35 V / 2
  • These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:
    'Tis said the stout Par...
  • These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:
    'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
    And turn again unto the warlike French.
  • Winchester. [Aside] Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
    Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
    Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
    That, neither in birth or for authority,
    The bishop will be overborne by thee:
    I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
    Or sack this country with a mutiny.

    Charles, King of France. These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:
    'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
    And turn again unto the warlike French.

36 V / 2
  • What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.
  • What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.
  • Scout. Success unto our valiant general,
    And happiness to his accomplices!

    Charles, King of France. What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.

37 V / 2
  • Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
    But we will presently provide for...
  • Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
    But we will presently provide for them.
  • Scout. The English army, that divided was
    Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,
    And means to give you battle presently.

    Charles, King of France. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
    But we will presently provide for them.

38 V / 2
  • Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!
  • Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!
  • Joan la Pucelle. Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
    Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
    Let Henry fret and all the world repine.

    Charles, King of France. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!

39 V / 4
  • Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
    That peaceful truce shall be proc...
  • Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
    That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
    We come to be informed by yourselves
    What the conditions of that league must be.
  • Earl of Warwick. Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
    It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
    As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
    [Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS,]
    REIGNIER, and others]

    Charles, King of France. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
    That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
    We come to be informed by yourselves
    What the conditions of that league must be.

40 V / 4
  • 'Tis known already that I am possess'd
    With more than half the Gallian terri...
  • 'Tis known already that I am possess'd
    With more than half the Gallian territories,
    And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
    Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
    Detract so much from that prerogative,
    As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
    No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
    That which I have than, coveting for more,
    Be cast from possibility of all.
  • Duke of Alencon. Must he be then as shadow of himself?
    Adorn his temples with a coronet,
    And yet, in substance and authority,
    Retain but privilege of a private man?
    This proffer is absurd and reasonless.

    Charles, King of France. 'Tis known already that I am possess'd
    With more than half the Gallian territories,
    And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
    Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
    Detract so much from that prerogative,
    As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
    No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
    That which I have than, coveting for more,
    Be cast from possibility of all.

41 V / 4
  • It shall;
    Only reserved, you claim no interest
    In any of our towns of ga...
  • It shall;
    Only reserved, you claim no interest
    In any of our towns of garrison.
  • Earl of Warwick. How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?

    Charles, King of France. It shall;
    Only reserved, you claim no interest
    In any of our towns of garrison.

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