SCENE VI. Within the walls of Roan. An alarm: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the rest. I think her old familiar is afleep. Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his glikes? What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief That fuch a valiant company are fled. Now we will take fome order in the town, Placing therein fome expert officers, And then depart to Paris to the King; Burg. What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgandy. SCEN E VII. [Exeunt. Enter Dauphin, Bastard, Alanson, and Joan la Pucel. Difmay not, princes, at this accident, And, like a peacock, fweep along his tail; We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, Paft. Search out thy wit for fecret policies, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Dau. Ay, marry, fweeting, if we could do that, France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor fhall that nation boaft it fo with us, But be extirped from our provinces. Alan. For ever fhould they be expuls'd from France, And not have title of an earldom here. Pucel. Your honours fhall perceive how I will work, To bring this matter to the wished 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 Talbot with his colours spread, And all the troops of English after him. [French marck. Now, in the rereward, comes the Duke and his; 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.- tryman. Burg. What fay'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. Dau. Speak, Pucelle, and inchant him with thy words. Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. As looks the mother on her lowly babe, Behold the wounds, the most unnatʼral wounds Strike those that hurt, and hurt not thofe that help; Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, Burg. Either the hath bewitch'd me with her er nature makes me suddenly relent. words, Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaim on thee, Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring Lord: Charles and the reft will take thee in their arms. Burg. I'm vanquished. Thefe haughty words of Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-flot, [hers And made me almoft yield upon my knees. Forgive me, country, and fweet countrymen ; And, Lords, accept this hearty kind embrace. My forces and my pow'r of men are yours. So farewell, Talbot, I'll no longer trust thee. Pucel. Done like a Frenchman: turn and turn again! Dau. Welcome, brave Duke! thy friendship 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 feek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt. Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchefter, York Suffolk, Somerfet, Warwick, Exeter, &c. To them Talbot, with his foldiers. 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. In fign whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd Twelve cities and fev'n walled towns of ftrength, Lets fall the fword before your Highness' feet; Afcribes the glory of his conqueft got, First to my God, and next unto your Grace. K. Henry. Is this the fam'd Lord Talbot, uncle Glo'fter, That hath fo long been refident in France? Glou. Yes, if it please your Majefty, my Liege. K. Henry. Welcome, brave Captain, and victo rious Lord. When I was young, as yet I am not old, Ver. Now, Sir, to you that were fo hot at sea, Difgracing of these colours that I wear In honour of my noble Lord of York, Dar'ft thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? Baf. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such, I may have liberty to venge this wrong; [Exeunt. + The verse ought to be written and pronounced thus ? That whofe draws a fword in th' prefence, 'tis death. Revifal |