And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers:
And seek how we may prejudice the foe. Exeunt.
Scene Four
[Paris. A Room in the Palace]
Enter the King, Gloucester, 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 giv'n truce unto my wars,
To do my duty to my sovereign: 4
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,— 8
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. 12
King. Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,
That hath so long been resident in France?
Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
King. Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord! 16
When I was young,—as yet I am not old,—
I do remember how my father said,
A stouter champion never handled sword.
91 prejudice: injure
18 Cf. n.
