Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb. Tal. Upon my blessing, I command thee go. John. Yes, your renownèd name: shall flight abuse it? Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain. John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. If death be so apparent, then both fly. Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and die? My age was never tainted with such shame. John. And shall my youth be guilty of such No more can I be sever'd from your side, Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. SCENE VI.-A Field of Battle. [Exeunt. Alarum: Excursions, wherein TALBOT's Son is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him. Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight! The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, I gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death. It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire And misbegotten blood I spill of thine, Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:" Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy, Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,- O, too much folly is it, well I wot, John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart; These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart: Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot; If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot. Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet: If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side; [Exeunt. SCENE VII.-Another Part of the Field. Alarum: Excursions. Enter TALBOT, wounded, supported by a Servant. Tal. Where is my other life? - mine own is gone ; O, where's young Talbot! where is valiant John?— Serv. O, my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne! Enter Soldiers, bearing the body of JOHN TALBOT. Tal. Thou antick, death, which laugh'st us here Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have, [Dias. Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the two bodies. Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, BURGUNDY, the BasTARD OF ORLEans, La PuceLLE, and forces. Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, We should have found a bloody day of this. Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging wood, Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, "Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:" But, with a proud majestical high scorn, He answer'd thus,-- 'Young Talbot was not born Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble knight : See, where he lies inhersed in the arms Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder, Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Char. O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead. Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY, attended: a French Herald preceding, Lucy, Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent, To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day. Char. On what submissive message art thou sent? Lucy, Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury,Created, for his rare success in arms, Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence; Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield, Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton, Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of Sheffield, The thrice victorious lord of Faulconbridge; Of all his wars within the realm of France? Puc. 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. I'll bear them hence: But from their ashes shall be rear'd A phoenix that shall make all France afeard. And now to Paris, in this conquering vein: ACT V. [Exeunt. SCENE I.-LONDON. A Room in the Palace. pope, The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac? Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is this.They humbly sue unto your excellence, To have a godly peace concluded of, Between the realms of England and of France. K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their motion? Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To stop effusion of our Christian blood, And 'stablish quietness on every side. K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought, It was both impious and unnatural, That such immanity and bloody strife Should reign among professors of one faith. Glo. Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect The earl of Armagnac,- -near knit to Charles, In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. young; And fitter is my study and my books, I shall be well content with any choice, Enter a Legate, and two Embassadors, with WINCHESTER, And call'd unto a cardinal's degree? He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown." K. Hen. My lords embassadors, your several suits Have been consider'd, and debated on. Your purpose is both good and reasonable; And therefore are we certainly resolv'd To draw conditions of a friendly peace; Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean Shall be transported presently to France. Glo. And for the proffer of my lord, your master, I have inform'd his highness so at large, K. Hen. [To the Emb.] In argument and proof of which contract, Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.- [Exeunt KING HENRY and train; GLOS- Win. Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive The sum of money, which I promised Should be deliver'd to his holiness For clothing me in these grave ornaments. Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. [Exit. Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow, Or be inferior to the proudest peer. Humphrey of Gloster, 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. [Exit. SCENE II.-FRANCE. Plains in ANJOU. Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE and forces, marching. Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits: 'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French. Alen. Then, march to Paris, royal Charles of And keep not back your powers in dalliance. Enter a Messenger. Mess. Success unto our valiant general, And happiness to his accomplices! Char. What tidings send our scouts? I pr'ythee, speak. Mess. The English army, that divided was Into two parties, is now conjoin'd in one, And means to give you battle presently. Char. Somewhat too sudden, Sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them. Bur. I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there: Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd:Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. Char. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate! [Exeunt. Enter Fiends. This speedy and quick appearance argues proof So you do condescend to help me now. [They hang their heads. No hope to have redress?-My body shall Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.[They shake their heads. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, Entreat you to your wonted fartherance? Then take my soul,-my body, soul, and all, Before that England give the French the foil. [They depart. See, they forsake me! Now the time is come, That France must vail her lofty-plumèd crest, And let her head fall into England's lap. My ancient incantations are too weak, And hell too strong for me to buckle with: Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. [Exit. Alarum. Enter French and English fighting; La PuCELLE and YORK fight hand to hand: LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly. York. Damsel of France, I think I have you fast: Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms, And try if they can gain your liberty.A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace! See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, As if, with Circe, she would change my shape. Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be. And may ye both be suddenly surpris'd Pue. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse a while. Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in Lady MARGARET. O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly, I kiss these fingers [Kissing her hand] for eternal peace: Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee. Mar. Margaret my name, and daughter to a king, The king of Naples,-whosoe'er thou art. Suf. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd. Be not offended, nature's miracle, Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me: Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. [She turns away as going. O, stay!-I have no power to let her pass; So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisoner? For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner. Suf. [Aside.] How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit, Before thou make a trial of her love? Mar. Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must Suf. [Aside.] She's beautiful, and therefore to be She is a woman, therefore to be won. Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea, or no? Suf. [Aside.] Fond man! remember, that thou hast a wife; Then, how can Margaret be thy paramour? Mar. I were best to leave him, for he will not hear. Suf. [Aside.] There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card. Mar. He talks at random: sure, the man is mad. Suf. [Aside.] And yet a dispensation may be had. Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me. Suf. [Aside.] I'll win this lady Margaret. For Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing! some carpenter. Suf. [Aside.] Yet so my fancy may be satisfied, Mar. Hear ye, captain,- —are you not at leisure? much: Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.— Mar. What? His love. Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER, on the walls. Suf. Suffolk, what remedy? I am a soldier, and unapt to weep, Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness. Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord: [Exit REGNIER from the walls. Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below. Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little To be the princely bride of such a lord, Enjoy mine own, the county Maine, and Anjou, Mar. [Aside.] What though I be enthrall'd? he| My daughter shall be Henry's if he please. seems a knight, And will not any way dishonour me. Suf. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. French; And then I need not crave his courtesy. Suf. Sweet Madam, give me hearing in a cause- ere now. Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you so? Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo. Mar. To be a queen in bondage is more vile For princes should be free. Suf. That is her ransom,—I deliver her; Reig. And I again, in Henry's royal name, Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly Because this is in traffic of a king: [Aside.] And yet, methinks, I could be well content To be mine own attorney in this case. [To REIG.] I'll over, then, to England with this news, And make this marriage to be solemniz'd. Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth; [Exit. SCENE IV.-Camp of the DUKE OF YORK, in ANJOU. Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others. York. Bring forth that sorceress, condemn'd to burn. Enter LA PUCELLE, guarded: and a Shepherd. Shep. Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright! Have I sought every country far and near, Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee! I am descended of a gentler blood: Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine. Not me begotten of a shepherd swain, To work exceeding miracles on earth. Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?- York. Now, heaven forefend! the holy maid with child! War. The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought: I did imagine what would be her refuge. Shep. Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis Especially since Charles must father it. Puc. You are deceiv'd; my child is none of his : It was Alençon that enjoy'd my love. York. Alençon! that notorious Machiavel! It dies, an if it had a thousand lives. Puc. O, give me leave, I have deluded you: 'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the duke I nam'd, But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd. War. A married man! that's most intolerable. York. Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well, There were so many, whom she may accuse. War. It's sign she hath been liberal and free. York. And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee: Use no entreaty, for it is in vain. Puc. Then lead me hence;-with whom I leave my curse: May never glorious sun, reflex his beams |