ACT V.

SCENE

I.

Enter Charles, Alenfon, Burgundy, Baftard, and Pucelle.

Char. HAD York and Somerfet brought Rescue in,

should have found a bloody Day of this.
Baft. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging wood,
Did flesh his puny fword in Frenchmen's blood.
Pucel. Once I encountred him, and thus I said:
Thou Maiden Youth, be vanquifht by a Maid.
But with a proud Majestical high scorn

He answer'd thus: Young Talbot was not born
To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench,
He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.

Bur. Doubtless he would have made a noble Knight: See where he lyes inhearfed in the Arms

Of the moft bloody Nuifer of his harms.

Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones afunder,
Whofe life was England's Glory, Gallia's Wonder.
Char. Oh no, forbear: For that which we have fled
During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

Enter Lucy.

Lacy. Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's Tent,
To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the Day.
Char. On what fubmiffive Meffage art thou fent?
Lucy. Submiffion, Dauphin? 'tis a meer French word :
We English Warriors wot not what it means.

I come to know what Prifoners thou haft ta'er,
And to furvey the Bodies of the Dead.

Char. For Prifoners ask'ft 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 Wafhford, Waterford, and Valence,
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield;

Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,

Lord Cromwel of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffeild,
The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge,
Knight of the Noble Order of St. George,

Worthy

Worthy St. Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
Great Marshal to our King Henry the fixth,
Of all his Wars within the Realm of France.
Pucel. Here's a filly ftately ftyle indeed:
The Turk, that two and fifty Kingdoms hath,
Writes not fo tedious a Style as this.

Him that thou magnifi'ft with all these Titles,
Stinking and fly-blown lyes here at our feet.

Lucy. Is Talbot flain, the Frenchmens only Scourge,
Your Kingdom's terrour, and black Nemesis?
Oh were mine ye balls into Bullets turn'd,
That I in rage might fhoot them at your Faces.
Oh, 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.

Pucel. I think this upftart is old Talbot's Ghost,
He speaks with fuch a proud commanding Spirt:
For Gods fake, let him have him; 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 shall be rear'd

A Phoenix that fhall make all France afear'd.

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

SCENE

II.

Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, and Exeter.

[Exeunt.

K. Henry. 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. Henry. How doth your Grace affect this Motion?

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Glo. Well, my good Lord, and as the only means
To ftop effufion of our Chriftian Blood,
And stablish quietnefs on every fide.

R. Henry. Ay marry, Uncle, for I always thought
It was both impious and unnatural,

That fuch Immanity and bloody Strife
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. Henry. Marriage, Uncle! alas! my Years are 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 every one;

I fhall be well content with any choice
Tends to God's Glory, and my Country's Weal.
Enter Winchefter, and three Ambassadors.
Exe. What, is my Lord of Winchester install'd,
And call'd unto a Cardinal's Degree?
Then I perceive that will be verified

Henry the Fifth did fometime Prophefie.

If once he come to be a Cardinal,

He'll make his Cap coequal with the Crown.

K. Henry. My Lords Ambaffadors, your several suits
Have been confider'd and debated on,

Your Purpofe 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 Mafter,
I have inform'd his Highnefs fo at large,
As liking of the Lady's virtuous Gifts,
Her Beauty, and the value of her Dower,
He doth intend the hall be England's Queen,
K. Henry. In argument and proof of which Contract,
Bear her this Jewel, pledge of my Affection.

And

And fo, my Lord Protector, fee them guarded,
And fafely brought to Dover, where inshipp'd
Commit them to the fortune of the Sea.

[Exeunt.

Win. Stay, my Lord Legate, you shall first receive The fum of Mony which I promised

Should be delivered to his Holiness,

For cloathing me in thefe grave Ornaments.
Legate. I will attend upon your Lordships leifure.
Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudeft Peer.

Humphry of Glofter, thou fhalt well perceive,
That neither in Birth, or for Authority,
The Bishop will be over-born by thee;
I'll either make thee ftoop, and bend thy Knee,
Or fack this Country with a Mutiny.

SCENE III.

[Exeunt.

Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alenfon, Bastard, Reignier, and Joan la Pucelle.

Dan. This News, my Lords, may cheer our drooping Spi'Tis faid, the ftout Parifians do revolt,

And return again unto the warlike French.

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Alen. Then march to Paris, Royal Charles of France,

And keep not back your Power 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.

Dan. What tidings fend our Scouts? I prethee fpeak.
Scout. The English Army, that divided was
Into two Parties, is now conjoin'd in one,

And means to give you Battel presently.

Dan. Somewhat tco fudden, Sirs, the warning is,' But we will presently provide for them.

Bug. I trust the Ghoft of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my Lord, you need not fear.

Pucel.

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.

Dan. Then on, my Lords, and France be fortunate. [Exeunt, Alarm: Excursions. Enter Joan la Pucelle. 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 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 accuftom'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.

[Thunder.

[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 hive Redrefs? My Body fhall
Pay recompence, if you will
grant my fuit.

[They hake their Heads.

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

See, they forfake me. Now the time is come,
That France muft vail her lofty plumed Creft,
And let her Head fall into England's Lap.
My ancient Incantations are to weak,

[They depart.

And Hell too ftrong for me to buckle with:

Now France thy Glory droopeth to the Duft.

[Excursions. Pucelle and York fight Hand in Hand.
Pucelle is taken. The French fly.

[Exit

York.