Nor grieve that Roan is fo recovered. 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, 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 wifhed 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 fpread, And all the troops of English after him. [French March. 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. Enter the Duke of Burgundy marching. Dan. A parley with the Duke of Burgundy. Pucel. Pucel. The princely Charles of France, thy country man. [hence. Burg. What fayft thou, Charles? for I am marching Dau. Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words. Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Stay, let thy humble hand-maid fpeak to thee. Burg. Speak on, but be not over-tedious. Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile France; As looks the mother on her lowly babe, Behold the wounds, the most unnat'ral wounds, Strike thofe that hurt; and hurt not thofe that help: Burg. Either he hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me fuddenly relent. Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaim on thee; Doubting thy birth, and lawful progeny. Whom join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation Burg. Burg. I'm vanquished. These haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-fhot, 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, I'll no longer trust thee. Pacel. 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. SCENE changes to PARIS. Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, York, Suffolk, Somerfet, Warwick, Exeter, &c. To them Talbot, with his foldiers. Tal. Y gracious Prince, and honourable Peers, 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, Twelve cities, and fev'n walled towns of ftrength, Lets fall the fword before your Highness' feet: 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 please your Majefty, my Liege. K. Henry. Welcome, brave Captain, and victorious lord. When I was young, (as yet I am not old) I do remember how my father faid, A ftouter champion never handled sword. Long Long fince we were refolved of your truth, Manent Vernon and Baffet. [Exeunt. Ver. Now, Sir, to you that were so hot at fea, Difgracing of these colours that I wear In honour of my noble lord of York; Dar'ft thou maintain the former words thou spak'ft ? I may have liberty to venge this wrong; When thou shalt fee, I'll meet thee to thy coft. Ver. Well, mifcreant, I'll be there as foon as you; And, after, meet you fooner than you would. [Exeunt. VOL. IV. T ACT ACTIV. SCENE, PARIS. Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, York, Suffolk, Somerset, Warwick, Talbot, Exeter, and Governor of Paris. L GLOUCESTER. ORD Bishop, fet the Crown upon his head. Glou. Now, Governor of Paris, take your oath, This fhall ye do, fo help you righteous God! Faft. 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. In which affault we lost twelve hundred men ; My |