K. Hen. Welcome, brave Captain, and victoriou.s
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 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 Henky, Glostee,
Talbot, 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,
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.
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Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
Bos. Why, what is he ? as good a man as York.
Ver. Hark ye ; not so : in witness take ye that.
[^Striking him.
Bas. Villain, thou know'st 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.
ACT IV.
Scene I. — The Same. A Room of State.
