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Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot 's slain.



London. A Room in the Palace.

Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and Exeter.
K. Hen. Have you perus’d the letters from the pope,
The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac?

Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is this :
They humbly sue unto your excellence,
To have a godly peace concluded of
Between the realms of England and of France.

K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their motion?

Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means
To stop effusion of our Christian blood,
And 'stablish quietness on every side.

K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought,
It was both impious and unnatural,
That such immanity and bloody strife
Should reign among professors of one faith.

Glo. Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect,
And surer bind, this knot of amity,
The earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
A man of great aụthority in France,
Proffers his only daughter to your grace
In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry,

K. Hen. Marriage, uncle? alas! my years are young,
And fitter is my study and my books,
Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet, call th' ambassadors; and, as you please,
So let them have their answers every one:
I shall be well content with any choice,
Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.

Enter a Legate, and two Ambassadors, with WINCHESTER, as

a Cardinal.
Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester installid,
And callid unto a cardinal's degree?
Then, I perceive that will be verified,
Henry the fifth did sometime prophesy, -
“If once he come to be a cardinal,
He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.”

K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits
Have been consider'd and debated on.
Your purpose is both good and reasonable;
And, therefore, are we certainly resolv’d,
To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean
Shall be transported presently to France.

Glo. And for the proffer of my lord, your master,
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 shall be England's queen.

K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract,
Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection. -
And so, my lord protector, see them guarded,
And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd ,
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

[Exeunt King HENRY and Train; GLOSTER, Exeter,

and Ambassadors.
Win. Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
The sum of money, which I promised
Should be deliver'd to his holiness
For clothing me in these grave ornaments.

Leg. I will attend upon your lordship’s leisure.

Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive,
That, neither in birth, or for authority,
The bishop will be overborne by thee:

I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee,
Or sack this country with a mutiny.



France. Plains in Anjou. Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and

Forces, marching. Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits. 'T is said, the stout Parisians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French.

Alen. Then, march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Else ruin combat with their palaces!

Enter a Scout. Scout. Success unto our valiant general, And happiness to his accomplices!

Char. What tidings send our scouts? I pr’ythee, speak.

Scout. The English army, that divided was
Into two parties, is now conjoin'd in one,
And means to give you battle presently.

Char. Somewhat too sudden, Sirs, the warning is ;
But we will presently provide for them.

Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there:
Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.

Puc. Of all base passions fear is most accurs’d.
Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine;
Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.
Char. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!

The Same. Before Angiers.
Alarums: Excursions. Enter LA PUCELLE.
Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly. -
Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts;

And ye, choice spirits, that admonish me,
And give me signs of future accidents :

You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
Under the lordly monarch of the north,
Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!

Enter Fiends.
This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
Out of the powerful regions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[They walk, and speak not. 0! hold me not with silence 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 farther benefit, So you do condescend to help me now.

[They hang their heads. No hope to have redress? – My body shall Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.

[They shake their heads. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, Entreat you to your wonted furthérance? Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all, Before that England give the French the foil. [They depart. See! they forsake me. Now the time is come, That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap. My ancient incantations are too weak, And hell too strong for me to buckle with. Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.

[Exit. Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting; LA PUCELLE

and YORK fight hand to hand. LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.

York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you fast: Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms,

And try if they can gain your liberty.
A good prize, fit for the devil's grace!
See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,
As if, with Circe, she would change my shape.

Puc. Chang’d to a worser shape thou canst not be."

York. O! Charles the Dauphin is a proper man:
No shape but his can please your dainty eye.

Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and thee!
And may ye both be suddenly surpris'd
By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!

York. Fell, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy tongue.
Puc. I pr’ythee, give me leave to curse a while.
York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.

[Excunt. Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in Lady MARGARET. Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.

[Gazes on her. 0, fairest beauty! do not fear, nor fly, For I will touch thee but with reverent hands : I kiss these fingers [Kissing her hand] for eternal peace, And lay them gently on thy tender side. Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.

Mar. Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
The king of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.

Suf. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call’d.
Be not offended, nature's miracle,
Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings.
Yet, if this servile usage once offend,
Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.

[She turns away as going. 0, stay! - I have no power to let her pass; My hand would free her, but


says - no. As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, Twinkling another counterfeited beam,

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