Pucel. I think this Upftart is old Talbot's Ghoft, He speaks with fuch a proud commanding Spirit: For God's 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 fhall be rear'd A Phoenix that shall 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, SCENE II. Enter King Henry, Gloucester, 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? Glo. Well, my good Lord, and as the only means To stop effufion of our Chriftian Blood, And ftablish quietness on every fide. K. Henry. Ay marry, Uncle, for I always thought That fuch Immanity and bloody Strife Glo. Befide, my Lord, the fooner to effect, And furer bind this knot of Amity, 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. 1 I fhall be well content with any choice Tends to God's Glory, and my Country's Weal He'll make his Cap coequal with the Crown. K. Henry. My Lords Ambaffadors, your feveral Suits Have been confider'd and debated on, Your Purpose is both good and reasonable; Glo. And for the Proffer of my Lord your Master, K. Henry. In Argument and proof of which Contract, [Exeunt. Win. Stay, my Lord Legate, you fhall firft receive Legate. I will attend upon your Lordship's leifure. [Exeunt SCENE SCENE III. Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alenfon, Bastard, Reignier, and Joan la Pucelle. Dau. This News, my Lords, may cheer our drooping Tis faid, the ftout Parifians do revolt, And return again unto the warlike French. [Spirits: 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. Dau. What tidings fend our Scouts? I prethee speak. Scout. The English Army, that divided was Into two Parties, is now conjoin'd in one, And means to give you Battel presently. Dau. Somewhat too fudden, Sirs, the warning is, But we will presently provide for them. Burg. I trust the Ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my Lord, you need not fear. Pucel. Of all base Paffions, Fear is most accurft. Command the Conqueft, Charles, it fhall be thine: Let Henry fret, and all the World repine. Dau. Then on,my Lords, and France be fortunate.[Exeunt. Alarm: Excurfions. Enter Joan la Pacelle. 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 fpeedy helpers, that are Subftitutes Under the Lordly Monarch of the North, Appear, and aid me in this Enterprize. Enter Fiends. This speedy and quick appearance argues proof L & [Thunder Help Help me this once, that France may get the Field. [They walk and peak not. Oh hold me not with Silence over long: So you do condefcend to help me now. [They hang their Heads, No hope to have Redrefs? My Body fhall [They shake their Heads. Cannot my Body, nor blood-Sacrifice, [They depart. See, they forfake me. Now the time is come, York. Damfel of France, I think I have you faft. [Exit. A goodly prize, fit for the Devil's Grace. By bloody Hands, in fleeping on your Beds. York. Fell banning Hag, Inchantrefs, hold thy Tongue. [Exeunt. Alarm. Alarm. Enter Suffolk with Margaret in his Hand. [Gazes on her. Oh fairest Beauty, do not fear, nor fly: And lay them gently on thy tender Side. Mar. Margaret my Name, and Daughter to a King, The King of Naples, whofoe'er thou art. Suf. An Earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd. Be not offended, Nature's Miracle, Thou art alotted to be ta'en by me: [She is going, So doth the Swan her downy Cignets fave, So feems this gorgeous Beauty to mine Eyes: Haft not a Tongue? Is the not here thy Prifoner? Confounds the Tongue, and makes the Senfes rough. For I perceive I am thy Prifoner. Suf How canft thou tell the will deny thy Suit, Mar. Why fpeak'ft thou net? What Ranfom muft I pay? She is a Woman, therefore to be won. Mar. Wilt thou accept of Ranfom, yea or no? Suf. Fond Man, remember that thou haft a Wife,, Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour? |