Great Cœurdelion's Heart was buried; So fure I fwear to get the Town or die. Burg. My Vows are equal partners with thy Vows Tal. But ere we go, regard this dying Prince; The valiant Duke of Bedford: Come, my Lord, We will beftow you in fome better place, Fitter for Sickness, and for crazy Age. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not fo difhonour me: Came to the Field, and vanquished his Foes. Tal. Undaunted Spirit in a dying Breaft, [Exiti An Alarm: Excursions: Enter Sir John Falftaff, and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Falstaff, in fuch hafte? Fal. Whither away? to fave my felf by flight, We are like to have the Overthrow again. Cap. What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot? Fal. Ay, all the Talbots in the World to fave my Life. [Exit. Cap. Cowardly Knight, ill Fortune follow thee. [Exit.. Retreat: Excurfions. Pucelle, Alenfon, and Dauphin fly Bed. Now, quiet Soul, depart when Heaven please, For I have feen our Enemies overthrow. What is the truft or strength of foolish Man? They that of late were daring with their Scoffs, Are glad and fain by flight to fave themselves. [Dies, and is carried off in his Chair An Alarm: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the raft. Tal. Loft, and recovered in a day again, This is a double Honour, Burgundy; K 3 Yet 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 glikas What, all amort? Roan hangs her Head for Grief, That such a valiant Company are fled. Now we will take fome Order in the Town, And then depart to Paris to the King. For there young Henry with his Nobles lye. Burg. What wills Lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. SCENE HI. [Exeunt. Enter Dauphin, Baftard, Alenfon, and Joan la Pucelle. Pucel. Difmay not, Princes, at this Accident, Care is no cure, but rather corrofive, Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto, 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. [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. 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 speak 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, ΚΑ Behold Behold the Wounds, the most unnatural Wounds, Strike thofe that hurt, and hurt not thofe that help: Burg. Either fhe 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. Day. Welcome, brave Duke, thy Friendship makes us fresh. Baft. And doth beget new Courage in our Breasts. And And doth deferve a Coronet of Gold. Dan. Now let us on, my Lords, and join our Powers, And feck how we may prejudice the Foc. SCENE IV. [Exit. Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchefter, York, Suffolk, So- I have a while given Truce unto my Wars, To do my Duty to my Sovereign. In fign whereof, this Arm, that hath reclaim'd Το your obedience, fifty Fortreffes, 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 Glofter, 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 faid, And in our Coronation take your place. Manent Vernon and Baffet. Ver. Now, Sir, to you that were so hot at Sea, Difgracing of thefe Colours that I wear, In honour of my Noble Lord of York, [Exeunt Dar't thou maintain the former Words thou spak'st? Baf. |