Paris. A Room in the Palace.
 Enter KING HENRY, GLOUCESTER, WINCHESTER, DUKE OF YORK, SUFFOLK,
 SOMERSET, WARWICK, EXETER, VERNON, BASSET, and OTHERS.
 To them, with his SOLDIERS, TALBOT.

Talbot	My gracious prince, and honourable peers,
	Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
	I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
	To do my duty to my sovereign:
	In sign whereof, this arm, that hath reclaimed
	To your obedience fifty fortresses,
	Twelve cities, and seven walld 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.
													[Kneels.
King Henry	Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,
	That hath so long been resident in France?

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

King 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 resolvd of your truth,
	Your faithful service, and your toil in war,
	Yet never have you tasted our reward,
	Or been reguerdoned 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.
											[Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt.
                         Manet VERNON and BASSET.

Vernon	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,
	Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st?

Basset	Yes, sir, as well as you dare patronage
	The envious barking of your saucy tongue
	Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.

Vernon	Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.

Basset	Why, what is he? As good a man as York.

Vernon	Hark ye, not so. In witness take ye that.
													[Strikes him.
Basset	Villain, thou knowest 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.

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