Great Courdelion's Heart was buried; So fure I swear to get the Town or die. Burg. My Vows are equal partners with thy Vows. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Came to the Field, and vanquished his Foes. Tal. Undaunted Spirit in a dying Breaft, [Exit - An Alarm: Excursions: Enter Sir John Falstaff, and Cap. Whither away, Sir John Falstaff, in fuch hafte? Cap. What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot? [Exit.. [Dies, and is carried off in his Chair. An Alarm: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the reft. Tal. Loft, and recovered in a day again, This is a double Honour, Burgundy Yet Heavens have Glory for this Victory. Tal. Thanks, gentle Duke; but where is Pucelle now? I think her old Familiar is afleep. Now where's the Baftard's braves, and Charles his glikes? What, all amort? Roan hangs her Head for Grief, That fuch a valiant Company are fled. Now we will take fome Order in the Town, And then depart to Paris to the King. Burg. What wills Lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. SCENE III. [Exeunt. Enter Dauphin, Baftard, Alenfon, and Joan la Pucelle. Pucel. Difmay not, Princes, at this Accident, Care is no cure, but rather corrofive, And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed Saint. Employ Employ thee then, fweet Virgin, for our good. To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Dau. Ay, marry, Sweeting, if we could do that, Alen. For ever fhould they be expuls'd from France, 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. [French March. [Here beat an English March. There goes the Talbot with his Colours fpread, And all the Troops of English after him. 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. Dau. A Parley with the Duke of Burgundy. man. Burg. What fay'ft thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. 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, And fee the Cities and the Towns defac'd, By wafting Ruin of the cruel Foe, As looks the Mother on her lowly Babe, When Death doth clofe his tender-dying Eyes; K 4 Behold Behold the Wounds, the most unnatural Wounds, Strike thofe that hurt, and hurt not those that help: Burg. Either he hath bewitch'd me with her Words, Or Nature makes me fuddenly relent. Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaims on thee, Doubting thy Birth and lawful Progeny. Whom join'ft thou with, but with a Lordly Nation, Pucel. Done like a Frenchman: Turn, and turn again. Dan. Welcome, brave Duke, thy Friendship makes us fresh. Baft. And doth beget new Courage in our Breafts. And And doth deferve a Coronet of Gold.. Dau. Now let us on, my Lords, and join our Powers, And seek how we may prejudice the Foe. SCENE IV. [Exit. Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, York, Suffolk, So- I have a while given Truce unto my Wars, In fign whereof, this Arm, that hath reclaim'd Twelve Cities, and feven walled Towns of strength, Lets fall his Sword before your Highness Feet: Firft to my God, and next unto your Grace. K. Henry. Is this the fam'd Lord Talbot, Uncle Glo'fler, That hath fo long been Refident in France? Glo. 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 said, A ftouter Champion never handled Sword. Long fince we were refolved of your Truth, Your faithful Service, and your toil in War: Yet never have you tafted our Reward, Or been reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks, Becaufe 'till now we never faw your Face; Therefore ftand up, and for thefe good deferts, We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury, And in our Coronation take your place. Manent Vernon and Baffet. Ver. Now, Sir, to you that were fo hot at Sea, Difgracing of the fe Colours that I wear, In honour of my Noble Lord of York, [Exeunt Dar't thou maintain the former Words thou (pak't? Baf. |