Pucel. The Princely Charles of France, thy countryman. Burg. What fay'st thou, Charles? for I am marching nence. 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, Behold the wounds, the moft unnat'ral 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 exclaim on thee, Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. Whom join't thou with, but with a lordly nation D 3 Come, Come, come, return, return, thou wand'ring Lord, Burg. I'm vanquished. These haughty words of hers Pucel. Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again. Dau. Welcome, brave Duke, thy friendship makes us Baft. And doth beget new courage in our breafts. [fresh. Alan. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, 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. [Exeunt. Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, York, Suffolk, Somerfet, Warwick, Exeter, &c. To them, Talbot with his Soldiers. Tal. MY gracious Prince and honourable Peers, Hearing of your arrival in this realm, I have a while giv'n truce unto my wars, To do my duty to my Sovereign. In fign whereof, this arm that hath reclaim'd To your obedience fifty fortreffes, Twelve cities, and fev'n walled towns of ftrength, Befide five hundred prifoners of esteem; Lets fall the fword before your Highness' feet: K. Henry. K. Henry. Is this the fam'd Lord Talbot, uncle Glo'fter That hath fo long been refident in France? Glou. Yes, if it please your Majefty, my Licge. K. Henry. Welcome, brave Captain and victorious Lord! When I was young (as yet I am not old) * 'I was remember'd` how my father said, Or been reguerdon'd with fo much as thanks, Manent Vernon and Baffet. [Exeunt. Ver. Now, Sir, to you that were fo hot at fea, Difgracing of these colours that I wear In honour of my noble Lord of York; Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st ? I may have liberty to venge this wrong, Ver. Well, mifcreant, I'll be there as foon as you, you would. 2 I do remember D 4 [Exeunt. ACT ACTIV. PARI S. Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, York, Suffolk, Somerset, Warwick, Talbot, Exeter, and Governor of Paris. GLOUCESTER. ORD Bishop, fet the crown upon his head. LOR Win. God fave King Henry, of that name the Sixth! Glou. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, That you elect no other King but him; Efteem none friends but fuch as are his friends, And none your foes, but fuch as fhall pretend Malicious practices against his fstate. This fhall ye do, fo help you righteous God! a Enter Falstaff. Fal. My gracious Sovereign, as I rode from Calais, To hafte unto your coronation, A letter was deliver'd to my hands, Writ to your Grace from th' Duke of Burgundy. In (a) See the note on the fifth Scene of Act 3. Pope. In which affault we loft twelve hundred men, Glou. To fay the truth, this fact was infamous, Much more a Knight, a captain, and a leader. Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my Lords, [doom, Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy. Glou. What means his Grace that he hath chang'd his ftile? Hath he forgot he is his Sovereign? [Reading. No more but plain and bluntly, To the King. Or doth this churlish fuperfcription Portend fome alteration in good will? What's here? I have upon efpecial caufe, [Reads. Mov'd with compaffion of my country's wreck, Together with the pitiful complaints Of fuch as your oppreffion feeds upon, Forfaken your pernicious faction, And join'd with Charles the rightful King of France. 3 moft O mon |