Between the realms of England and of France. K. Henry. How doth your Grace affect this motion ? Glou. Well, my good Lord, and as the only means To ftop effufion of our Chriftian blood, And stablish quietness on ev'ry fide. K. Henry. Ay marry, uncle, for I always thought That fuch immanity and bloody ftrife Glou. Befide, my Lord, the fooner to effect The Earl of Armagnac, near kin to Charles, Proffers his only daughter to your Grace In marriage, with a large and fumptuous dowry. K. Henry. Marriage? alas! my years are yet too young And fitter is my ftudy and my books, Than wanton dalliance with a paramour. Enter Winchester, and three Ambaffadors. He'll make bis cap coequal with the crown. K. Henry. My Lords ambaffadors, your fev'ral suits Your purpose is both good and reasonable Glou. And for the proffer of my Lord He He doth intend fhe fhall be England's Queen. K. Henry. In argument and proof of which contract, And fafely brought to Dover, where infhipp'd -Commit them to the fortune of the fea. [Exeunt King and Train Should be deliver'd to his Holiness, For cloathing me in these grave ornaments. Legate. I will attend upon your Lordship's leisure. Humphry of Glofter, thou shalt well perceive I'll either make thee ftoop and bend thy knee, SCENE III. France. [Exeunt. Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanfon, Baftard, Reignier, and Joan la Pucelle. Dau. This news, my Lords, may cheer our drooping fpirits: 'Tis faid the ftout Parifians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French. Alan. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your pow'r 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 pr'ythee fpeak. Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one, And means to give you battle 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. -Com Command the conqueft, Charles, it fhall be thine : Dau. Then on, my Lords, and France be fortunate ! [Thunder. Alarm: excurfions. Enter Joan la Pucelle. Pucel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly. Now help, ye charming spells and periapts; And ye choice fpirits that admonish me, And give me figns of future accidents: You fpeedy helpers that are fubftitutes Under the lordly monarch of the North> Appear, and aid me in this enterprize! Enter Fiends. This speedy quick appearance argues proof accuftom'd diligence to me. Now ye familiar fpirits that are cull'd Of your Out of the pow'rful regions under earth, Help me this once, that France may get the field. [They walk, and speak not. Oh, hold me not with filence over long! Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, So you do condefcend to help me now. [They bang their beads, Pay recompence, if you will grant my fuit. Cannot my body nor blood-facrifice [They fbake their beads. Intreat you to your wonted furtherance ? Then take my foul ; my body, foul and all, Before that England give the French the foil. [They depart. See, they forfake me. Now the time is come, That Irance muft vail her lofty plumed creft, And let her head fall into England's lap. My ancient incantations are too weak, [Exit. Excurfions. Pucelle and York fight hand to band. Pucelle is taken. The French fly. York. Damfel of France, I think I have you faft. 2 Unchain |