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And then depart to Paris to the King ;
For there young Henry with his Nobles lies.'

Burg. What wills Lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy.

Tal. But yet before we go, let's not forget The Noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd; But see his exequies fulfill'd in Roan. A braver soldier never couched lance, A gencler heart did never sway in court. But kings and mightiest potentates must die, For that's the end of human mifery. [Exeunt.

Enter Dauphin, Bastard, Alanson, and Joan la Pucelle.

Pucel. Dismay not, Princes, at this accident,
Nor grieve that Roan is fo recovered.
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedy’d.
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 ruld.

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

Baft. Search out thy wit for secret policies,
And we will make thee famous through the world.

Alan. We'll set thy statue in some hollow place, And have thee reverence'd like a blessed saint. Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.

Pucel. Then thus it must be, this doth Joan devise:
By fair perfuafions mix'd with sugar'd words,
We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

Dau. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we cou'd do that,
France were no place for Henry's warriors;
Nor shall that nation boast it fo with us,
But be extirped from our provinces.

Alan. For ever should they be expuls'd from France,
And not have title of an earldom here."
Pucel. Your Honours shall perceive how I will work,



To bring this matter to the wilhed end.

[Drum beats afar off Hark, by the found of drum you may perceive. Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.

[Here beat an English march. There goes the Talbo: with his colours spread, And all the troops of English after him. Now in the rereward comes the Duke and his :

[French marche Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind; Summon a parley, we will talk with him.

[Trumpets found a parley, SCENE VIII. Enter the Duke of Burgundy marching.

Dau. A parley with the Duke of Burgundy.
Burg. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
Pucel. The Princely Charles of France, thy country,
Burg. What fay'st thou, Charles? for I am march-

ing hence. Dau. Speak, Pucelle, and inchant him with thy words.

Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France ! Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.

Burg. Speak on, but be not over-tedious.

Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile France ! And see the cities and the towns-deface'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foé. As looks the mother on her lovely babe, When death doth close his tender dying eyes; See, see the pining malady of France, Behold the wounds, the most unnatral wounds, Which thou thyself haft given her woful breast. Oh, turn thy edged sword another way; Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.. One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bofom, Should grieve thee more than streams of common gore; Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, And wath away thy country's stained spots.

Burz. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

Pucel. Besides, all French and Franceexclaim on thee, Doubting thy birth, and lawful progeny. Whom join'lt thou with, but with a lordly nation

That will not trust thee but for profit's fake?
When Talbot hath set footing once in France,
And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill;
Who then but English Henry will be Lord,
And thou be thrust out like a fugitive ?
Call we to mind and mark but this for proof;
Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
And was not he in England prisoner ?
But when they heard he was thine enemy,
They set him free without his ransom paid,
In spight of Burgundy and all his friends.
See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen,
And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-men.
Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring Lord;
Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.

Burg. I'm vanquilhd. These haughty words of her's
Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
And made me almost yield upon my knees.
Forgive me, country and sweet countrymen ;
And, Lords, accept this hearty kind embrace.
My forces and my pow'r of men are yours.
So farewel, Talbot, l'll no longer trust thee.

Pucel. Done like a Frenchmen: turn, and turn a

gain *.

Dai. Welcome, brave Duke! they friendihip makes

us fresh.

Baft. And doth beget new courage in our breasts.

Alan. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, And doth deserve a coronet of gold.

Dau. Now, let us on, my Lords, and join our powers,
And seek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt.

SCENE IX. Changes to Paris.
Enter King Henry, Gloucester, Winchester, York, Suf-

folk, Somerset, Warwick, Exeter, &c. To them Tal-
bot, with his Soldiers.

Tal. My gracious Prince, and honourable Peers,
Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
I have a while giv’n truce unto my wars,

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referscient, for flenry IV.'s last great turn in religion, in the year
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To do my duty to my sovereign.
In sign whereof, this arm (that hath reclaim'd
To your obedience fifty fortresses,
Twelve cities, and fev'n walled towns of strength,
Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem)
Lets fall the 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.

K.Henry. Is this the fam'd Lord Talbot,uncle Glo'ster, That hath so long been resident in France ?

Glou. Yes, if it please your Majesty, my Liege.

K. Henry. Welcome, brave Captain, and viétorious When I was young, (as yet I am not old), [Lord. 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 your reward, Or been reguerdon’d with lo 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. [Excurt,

Manent Vernon and Baffet. 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'it thou maintain the former words thou fpak'st?

Bas. Yes, Sir, as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your faucy tongue
Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset.

Ver. Sirrah, thy Lord I honour as he is.
Baf. Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
Ver. Hark ye; not fo : in witness take you that.

[Strikes bing
Baf. Villain, thou know'st the law of arnis is such,
That whoso draws a sword in th' prefence, 't's death,
Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
But I'll unto his Majeity, 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 fooner than you

would. [Exit.


Paris. Enter King Henry, Gloucester, Winchester, York, Suf

folk, Somerset, Warwick, Talbot, Exeter, and Ge

vernor of Paris. Glou. Ord Bishop, set the crown upon his head.


the Sixth ! Glou. Now, Governor of Paris, take your oath, That you eleet no other King but him; Esteem hone friends but such as are his friends, And none your foes but such as fhall pretend Malicious practices against his state. This fhall ye do, so help you righteous God!

Enter Falstaff. Fal. My gracious Sovereign, as I rode from Calais, To hafte unto your coronation, A letter was deliver'd to my hands, Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy."

Tal. Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee! Í vow'd, base Knight, when I did meet thee next, To tear the garter from thy craven leg; Which I have done ; because unworthily Thou wast installed in that high degree. Pardon me; Princely Henry, and the rest: This daitard, at the battle of Poiétiers, When but in all I was fix thousand strong, And that the French were almost ten to one, Before we met, or that a stroke was given, Like to a trusty 'squire did run away. In which assault we luft twelve hundred men; My felf and divers gentlemen beside Were there furpris'd, and taken prisoners. Then judge, great Lords, if I have done amiss: Oi whether that such cowards ought to wear


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