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See, where he lies inhersed in the arms

Of the most bloody nurser of his harms.

Baft. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.

Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY, attended; a French Herald preceding.

Lucy. Herald,

Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know

Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.

Char. On what submissive message art thou sent?

Lucy. Submiffion, Dauphin? 'tis a mere French word; We English warriors wot not what it means.

I come to know what prifoners thou haft ta'en,

And to furvey the bodies of the dead.

Char. For prifoners afk'st thou? hell our prifon is. But tell me whom thou feek'st.

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 Washford, Waterford, and Valence;

Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,

Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton,
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of Sheffield,
The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge;

Knight of the noble order of faint George,
Worthy faint Michael, and the golden fleece;
Great marefhal to Henry the fixth,

Of all his wars within the realm of France?
Puc. Here is a filly stately file, indeed!

The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,

Writes

Writes not fo tedious a ftile as this.

Him, that thou magnify'st with all these titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

Lucy. Is Talbot flain; the Frenchmen's only scourge, Your kingdom's terror and black Nemefis?

O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,
That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces!
O, that I could but call these dead to life!
It were enough to fright the realm of France:
Were but his picture left among you here,
It would amaze the proudest of you all.

Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial as befeems their worth.

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

Char. Go, take their bodies hence.
Lucy.

But from their afhes fhall be rear'd

I'll bear them hence:

A phoenix that fhall make all France afeard.

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 flain.

[Exeunt.

ACT

ACT V. SCENE I.

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 fue 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 ftop effufion of our Christian blood,

And 'stablish quietness on every fide.

K. Hen. 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.
Glo. Befide, my lord,-the fooner to effect,
And furer bind, this knot of amity,-
The earl of Armagnac-near knit 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. Hen. Marriage, uncle? alas! my years are young, And fitter is my ftudy and my books,

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet, call the ambaffadors; and, as you please,

So let them have their anfwers every one:

I fnali

I shall be well content with any choice,

Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.

Enter a Legate, and two Ambaffadors, with WINCHES-
STER in a Cardinal's babit.

Exe. What is my lord of Winchester install'd,
And call'd unto a cardinal's degree!
Then, I perceive, that will be verify'd,
Henry the fifth did fometime prophecy,―
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 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 tranfported prefently 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 the shall be England's queen.

K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract, Bear her this jewel, [to the Amb.] pledge of my affec

tion.

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 HENRY and Train; GLOSTER, EXE-
TER, and Ambaffadors.

Win. Stay, my lord legate; you fhall first receive The fum of money, which I promised

Should

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 fubmit, I trow,

Or be inferior to the proudest peer.

Humphrey of Glofter, thou fhalt well perceive,
That, neither in birth, or for authority,

The bishop will be overborne by thee:

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

SCENE II.

France. Plains in Anjou.

[Exeunt.

Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and Forces, marching.

Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping fpirits:

'Tis said, the ftout Parifians 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 Meffenger.

Mef. Succefs unto our valiant general,

And happiness to his accomplices !

Char. What tidings fend our scouts ? I pr'ythee, speak.

Mef. The English army, that divided was

Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one;

And means to give you battle presently.

Char.

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