Burg. Couragious Bedford, let us now perfuade you. Came to the field and vanquished his foes. Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast! Then be it fo: heav'ns keep old Bedford safe! [Exit. An alarm: excurfions: Enter Sir John Falstaff, and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Falstaff, in fuch halte? Fal, Whither away? to fave my felf by flight. We are like to have the overthrow again. Cap. What! will you fly and leave Lord Talbot? All the Talbots in the world to fave my life. [Exit. Cap. Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee! [Exit, Retreat: excurfions. Pucelle, Alanfon, and Dauphin fly. Bed. Now, quiet foul, depart when heav'n fhall please! For I have feen our enemies overthrow. What is the truft or ftrength of foolish man? [Dies, and is carried off in bis chair. SCENE VI. An alarm: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the rest. Tal. Loft and recover'd in a day again? This is a double honour, Burgundy; Yet heav'ns have glory for this victory! Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Infhrines thee in his heart, and there erects Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments. Tal. Thanks, gentle Duke; but where is Pucelle now? I think her old familiar is afleep. Falstaff is here introduced again, who was dead in Henry the Fifth, Act 2, Scene 3; the occafion whereof is, that this Play was written by Shakespear before Hen. 4. or Hen. 5. See the laft lines of Hen. 5. Now Now where's the baftard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? Now we will take fome order in the town, Burg. What wills Lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. SCENE VII. [Exeunts Enter Dauphin, Baftard, Alanfon, and Joan la Pucelle. Care is no cure, but rather corrofive, Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto, Baft. Search out thy wit for fecret policies, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Dau. Ay marry, fweeting, if we could do that, 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. [French march There goes the Talbot with his colours spread, [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 countryman. Burg. What fay'ft thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. Dau. Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words. Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France, Stay, let thy humble hand-maid speak to thee. Burg. Speak on, but be not over-tedious. Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, And fee the cities and the towns defac'd By wafting ruin of the cruel foe. As looks the mother on her lowly babe, Behold the wounds, the most unnat❜ral wounds, Strike those that hurt, and hurt not thofe that help: Burg. Either the hath bewitch'd me with her words, Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaim on thee, Doubting Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. Whom join'ft thou with, but with a lordly nation Burg. I'm vanquished. These haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, 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 farewel, Talbot, I'll no longer truft 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 breafts. Alan. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, And doth deferve a coronet of gold. Dau. Now let us on, my Lords, and join our powers, And feek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt. SCENE IX. PARIS. Enter King Henry, Gloucester, Winchefter, York, Suffolk, Somerfet, Warwick, Exeter, &c. To them, Talbot 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, To do my duty to my Sovereign. In fign whereof, this arm that hath reclaim'd To your obedience fifty fortreffes, Cc 3 Twelv Twelve cities, and fev'n walled towns of ftrength, First to my God, and next unto your Grace. K. Henry. Is this the fam'd Lord Talbot, uncle Glofter, That hath fo long been refident in France? Glou. Yes, if it pleafe your Majefty, my Liege. K. Henry. Welcome, brave Captain and victorious Lord! When I was young (as yet I am not old) I was remember'd how my father faid, A ftouter champion never handled fword. Long fince we were refolved of your truth, Your faithful fervice and your toil in war; Yet never have you tafted our reward, Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks, Becaufe 'till now we never faw your face: Therefore stand up, and for these good deserts, We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury, And in our coronation take your place. Manent Vernon and Baffet. 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; [Exeunt. Dar'ft thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? Against my Lord, the Duke of Somerfet. 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 bim. Baf. Villain, thou know'ft the law of arms is fuch That whofo draws a fword 'tis present death, Or else this blow fhould broach thy dearest blood. I may have liberty to venge this wrong, Ver. Well, mifcreant, I'll be there as foon as you, [Exeunt. ACT |