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Pucel. I think this Upstart is old Talbot's Ghost, He speaks with such a proud commanding Spirit: For God's sake, let him have him; to keep them here, They would but stink, and putrifie che Air.

Char. Go take their Bodies hence. Lucy. I'll bear them hence; but from their Afhes shall be rear'd A Phoenix that shall make all France afear'd.

Char. So weberid of them, do with them what thou wilt: And now to Paris in this Conquering Vein, All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's Nain. [Exeunt.


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Enter King Henry, Gloucester, and Exeter.
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 effusion of our Christian Blood,
And ftablish quietness on every side.

K. Henry. Ay marry, Uncle, for I always thought
It was both impious and unnatural,
That such Immanity and bloody Strife
Should reign among Professors of one Faith.

Glo. Belide, my Lord, the sooner to effect,
And furer bind this knot of Amity,
The Earl of Armagnac, near knit io Charles,
A Man of great Authority in France,
Proffers his only Daughter to your Grace
In Marriage, with a large and sumptuous 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 cheir Answers every one ;
Vol. IV.



I shall be well content with any choice
Tends to God's Glory, and my country's Weali

Enter Winchester, and three Ambassadors.
Exe. What, is my Lord of Winchester installd,
And call'd unto a Cardinal's Degree?
Then I perceive that will be verified
Henry the Fifth did sometime Prophesie.
If once he come to be a Cardinal,
He'll make his Cap coequal with the Crown.

X. Henry. My Lords Ambassadors, your several Suits
Have been consider'd and debated on,
Your Purpose is both good and reasonable;
And therefore are we certainly resolvid
To draw Conditions of a friendly Peace,
Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
Shall be transported presently to France.
Glo. And for the Proffer of


your Mafter,
I have inform'd his Highness fo 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. Henry. In Argument and proof of which contract,
Bear her this Jewel pledge of my Affection.
And fo, my Lord Protector, fee them guarded,
And safely brought to Dover, where in shipp's
Commit them to the fortune of the Sea. [Exemi.

Win. Stay, my Lord Legate, you fall first receive
The fum of Mony which I promised
Should be delivered to his Holiness,
For cloathing me in these


Legate. 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 Ahalt well perceive,

That neither in Birth, or for Authority,
The Bishop will be over-born by thee;
I'll either make thee stoop, and bend ihy Kne,
Or fack this Country with a Mutiny,



SCENE III. Enter Damplin, Burgundy, Alenfon, Baftard, Reignier,

and Joan la Pucelle, Dau. This Nows, my Lords, may cheer our drooping Tis faid, the stout Parisians do revolt, [Spirits ; And return again unto the warlike French.

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,
Else Ruin combat with their Palaces.

Enter Scout.
Scout. Success unto our valiant General,
And happiness to his Accomplices.

Dau. What tidirgs send our Scouts? I prethee spcak.

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 sudden, 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 Passions, Fear is most accurft. Command the Conquest, Charles, it shall be thine: Let Henry fret, and all the World repine. Dau. Then on,my Lords, and France be fortunate.[Exeunt

Alarm: Excursions. 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 signs of future Accidents. [Thunder
Yod speedy 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
Of your accustom'd diligence to me:

ye familiar Spirits, that are culld Out of the powerful Regions under Earth,



my Blood,

$o you

grant my Suit.

Help me this once, that France may get the Field:

[They walk and speak nof. Oh hold me not with Şilence over long: Where I was wont to feed


with 1'll lop a Member off, and give it you In earnest of a further Benefit : do condescend to help me now.

[They hang their Heads, No hope to have Redress? My Body shall. Pay recompence,


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

[They depart. See, they forsake me. Now the time is come, That France must vail her lofty plumed Crest, And let her Head fall into England's Lap. My ancient Incantations are too weak, And Hell too strong for me to buckle with: Now France thy Glory droopeth to the Dust. [Erit. [Excursions. Pucelle and York fight Hund in Hand.

Pucelle is taken. The French'fly. York. Damsel of France, I think I have


Unchain your Spirits now with spelling-Charms,
And try if they can gain your Liberty.
A goodly prize, fit for the Devil's Grace.
See how the ugly Witch doth bend her Brows,
As if, with Circe, she would change my Shape.

Pucel. Chang'd to worser Shape thou can't not be.

Zork. Oh, Charles the Dauphin is a proper Man, No Shape but his can please your dainty Eye.

Pucel. A plaguing mischiet light on Charles and thee,
And may ye both be suddenly-Surpris'd
By bloody Hands, in Sleeping on your Beds.

York. Fell banning Hag, Inchantress, hold-thy Tongue.
Pucel. I prethee give me leave to curse a while.
York. Curse, Miscreant, when thou comeft to the Stake.



Alarm. Enter Suffolk with Margaret in his Hand. Saf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my Prisoner.

[Gazes on her. Oh fairest Beauty, do not fear, nor fly: For I will touch thee but with reverend Hands, I kiss these Fingers for eternal Peace, And lay them gently on thy tender Side. Who art thou, say? that I may honour thee.

Mar. Margaret my Name, and Daughter to a King, The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.

Suf. An Earl I am, and Suffolk am I callid. Be not offended, Nature's Miracle, Thou art alorted to be ta’en by me: So doth the Swan her downy Cigaets save, Keeping them Prisoners underneath her Wings : Yet if this servile Ufage once offend, Go and be free again, as Suffolk's Friend, [She is going Oh Aay! I have no Power to let her pass, My Hand would free her, but my Heart says no. As plays the Sun upon the glassy Streams, Twinkling another counterfeited Beim, So seems this gorgeous Beauty to mine Eyes : Fain would I woe her, yet I dare not speak: I'll call for Pen and Ink, and write my Mind :: Fie. De la Pole, disable not thy self: Haft not a Tongue? Is she not here thy Prisoner? Wilt thou be daunted at a Woman's Sight? Ay, Beauty's Princely Majesty is such, Confounds the Tongue, and makes the Senses rough.

Mar. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy Name be. so, What Ransom muft I pay

before I pass ? For 1 perceive I am thy Prisoner.

Suf. How canst thou tell she will deny thy Suit; Before thou make a Trial of her Love?

Mar. Why speak'st thou net? What Ransom mult I pay?

Suf. She's Beautiful; and therefore to be wooed: She is a Woman, therefore to be won.'

Mar. Wilt thou accept of Ransom, yea or no? Suf. Fond Man, remember that thou hast a Wife, Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour?


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