Char. For prifoners ask'ft thou? hell our prison is. But tell me whom thou feek'ft?

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field,
Valiant lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury ?
Created, for his rare fuccefs in arms,

Great Earl of Wafbford, Waterford, and Valence,
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield;

Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
Lord Cromwel of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge,
Knight of the noble Order of St. George,
Worthy St. Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
Great Marshal to our King Henry the Sixth
Of all his wars within the realm of France.

Pucel. Here is a filly, ftately, ftile, indeed:
The Turk, that two and fifty Kingdoms hath,
Writes not fo tedious a ftile as this.

Him that thou magnify'ft with all thefe titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.
Lucy. Is Talbot flain, the Frenchmens' only fcourge,
Your kingdom's terrour and black Nemefis?
Oh, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
That I in rage might fhoot them at your faces!
Oh, that I could but call thefe dead to life,
It were enough to fright, the realm of France!
Were but his picture left among you here,
It would amaze the proudeft of you all.
Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial as befeems their worth.

Pucel. I think, this Upftart is old Talbot's ghoft;
He speaks with fuch a proud commanding fpirit:
For God's fake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
They would but ftink and putrifie the air.

Char. Go, take their bodies hence.
Lucy. I'll bear them hence;

But from their afhes, Dauphin, fhall be rear'd
A Phoenix, that shall make all France afear'd.

Char.

Char. So we be rid of them, do what thou wilt: And now to Paris, in this conq'ring vein;

All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's flain. [Exeunt.

Enter King Henry, Gloucester, and Exeter.

K. Henry. HAVE you perus'd the letters from the

Pope,

The Emperor, and the Earl of Armagnac ?
Glou. I have, my lord; and their intent is this
They humbly fue unto your Excellence,
To have a godly Peace concluded of,

Between the realms of England and of France.

K. Henry. How doth your Grace affect this motion? Glou. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To ftop effufion of our Chriftian blood,

And ftablish quietnefs on ev'ry fide.

K. Henry. Ay, marry, uncle, for I always thought It was both impious and unnatural,

That fuch immanity and bloody ftrife

Should reign among profeffors of one Faith.

Glou. Befide, my lord, the fooner to effect

And furer bind this knot of amity,

The Earl of Armagnac, near kin to Charles,
A man of great authority in France,

Proffers his only daughter to your Grace

In marriage, with a large and fumptuous dowry.
K. Henry. Marriage? alas! my years are yet too
young:

And fitter is my study and my books,
Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet call th' Ambaffadors; and, as you please,
So let them have their anfwers ev'ry one.

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I fhall be well content with any choice,
Tends to God's glory, and my Country's weal.
Enter Winchester, and three Ambassadors.
Exe. What, is my lord of Winchester inftall'd,
And call'd unto a Cardinal's degree?
Then I perceive That will be verify'd,
Henry the Fifth did sometime prophefie :
"If once he came to be a Cardinal,
"He'll make his Cap coequal with the Crown."

K. Henry. My lords Ambaffadors, your fev'ral fuits Have been confider'd and debated on;

Your purpose is both good and reasonable:
And therefore are we certainly refolv'd
To draw conditions of a friendly Peace,
Which by my lord of Winchester we mean
Shall be transported presently to France.

Glou. And for the proffer of my lord your mafter,
I have inform'd his Highness so at large;
As, liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
Her beauty and the value of her dower,
He doth intend She fhall be England's Queen.

K. Henry. In argument and proof of which Contract, Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection. And, fo my lord Protector, fee them guarded, And fafely brought to Dover; where, infhipp'd, Commit them to the fortune of the fea.

[Exeunt King and Train. Win. Stay, my lord Legate, you fhall first receive The fum of money which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his Holiness,

For cloathing me in these grave ornaments.

Legate. I will attend upon your lordship's leifure. Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow, Or be inferior to the proudest Peer.

Humphry of Glofter, thou fhalt well perceive,
That nor in birth, or for authority,

The

The Bishop will be over-borne by thee:
I'll either make thee ftoop, and bend thy knee,

Or fack this country with a mutiny.

SCENE

Changes to France.

[Exeunt.

III.

Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanfon, Baftard, Reigner, and Joan la Pucelle.

Dau.THESE news, my lords, may cheer our

drooping spirits:

'Tis faid, the ftout Parifians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French.

Alan. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your Pow'rs in dalliance. Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us, Elfe Ruin combat with their Palaces.

Enter Scout.

Scout. Succefs unto our valiant General,

And happiness to his accomplices!

Dau. What tidings fend our scouts? I pr'ythee, fpeak.

Scout. The English army, that divided was Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one;

And means to give you battle presently.

Dau. Somewhat too fudden, Sirs, the warning is;

But we will presently provide for them.

Burg. I truft, the ghost of Talbot is not there;
Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
Pucel. Of all bafe paffions fear is most accurft.
Command the Conqueft, Charles, it shall be thine:
Let Henry fret and all the world repine.

Dau. Then on, my lords,; and France be fortunate.

[Exeunt

Alarm:

Alarm: excurfions. Enter Joan la Pucelle.

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[Thunder.

Pucel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.
Now help, ye charming Spells and Periapts;
And, ye choice Spirits, that admonish me,
And give me figns of future accidents;
You speedy helpers, that are fubftitutes
Under the lordly monarch of the North,
Appear, and aid me in this enterprize.
Enter Fiends.

This fpeedy quick appearance argues proof
Of your accuftom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cull'd
3 Out of the pow'rful regions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[They walk, and speak not,

Oh, hold me not with filence over long:

Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
I'll lop a member off, and give it you
In earnest of a further benefit:

So you do condescend to help me now.

[They hang their heads.

No hope to have redrefs? my body fhall
Pay recompence, if you will grant my fuit.

[They shake their heads.

Cannot my body, nor blood-facrifice,
Intreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then, take my foul; my body, foul and all;
Before that England give the French the foil.

[They depart. See, they forfake me. Now the time is come,

2 ye charming Spells and Periapts;] Charms fow'd up, from Tepidla to fow. Ezek. xiii. 18. We to them that fow pillows to all arm-boles, to hunt fouls..

Mr. Pope. 3 Out of the pow'rful regions under earth, 1 I believe ShakeSpear wrote legions.

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