"He that thou magnify'st with all these titles,
Stinking and fly-blown lyes here at our feet.
Lucy. Is Talbot flain, the Frenchmens only scourge,
Your kingdom's terrour and black Nemefis?
Oh, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
That I in rage might fhoot them at your faces!
Oh, that I could but call these dead to life!
It were enough to fright the realm of France.
Were but his picture left among you here,
It would amaze the proudeft of you all.
Give me their bodies that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial, as befeems their worth.

Pucel. I think this upftart is old Talbot's ghost, He fpeaks with fuch a proud commanding fpirit: For God's fake let him have 'em; to keep them here, They would but stink and putrifie the air.

Dau. Go take their bodies hence.

Lucy. I'll bear them hence;

But from their afhes, Dauphin, fhall be rear'd
A Phoenix that fhall make all France afear'd.

Dau. So we be rid of them, do what thou wilt:
And now to Paris in this conqu❜ring vein;
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's flain.

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[Exeunt.

Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, and Exeter.

K. Henry. H The Emperor, and Earl of Armagnac AVE you perus'd the letters from the Pope,

Glou. I have, my Lord, and their intent is this; They humbly fue unto your Excellence,

To have a godly peace concluded of,

Between the realins of England and of France.

K. Henry. How doth your Grace affect this motion?

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Glou.

Glou. Well, my good Lord, and as the only means To stop effufion of our Chriftian blood,

And stablish quietness on ev'ry fide.

K. Henry. Ay marry, uncle, for I always thought
It was both impious and unnatural,

That fuch immanity and bloody ftrife
Should reign among profeffors of one faith.

Glou. Befide, my Lord, the fooner to effect
And furer bind this knot of amity,

The Earl of Armagnac, near kin to Charles,
A man of great authority in France,
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.
Yet call th' ambaffadors, and as you please,
So let them have their answers ev'ry one.
I fhall be well content with any choice

Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.
Enter Winchester, and three Ambassadors.

Exe. What, is my Lord of Winchester inftall'd
And call'd unto a Cardinal's degree?

Then I perceive that will be verify'd
Henry the Fifth did fometime prophefie:
If once he come to be a Cardinal,

He'll make his cap coequal with the crown.

K. Henry. My Lords ambaffadors, your fev'ral fuits Have been confider'd and debated on:

Your purpose is both good and reasonable;

And therefore are we certainly refolv'd
To draw conditions of a friendly peace,
Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
Shall be tranfported presently to France.

Glou. And for the proffer of my Lord your mafter,
I have inform'd his Highness fo at large,
As liking of the Lady's virtuous gifts,

Her

Her beauty and the value of her dower,

He doth intend fhe fhall 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 fafely brought to Dover, where infhipp'd Commit them to the fortune of the fea.

[Exeunt King and Train. Win. Stay, my Lord Legate, you fhall first receive The fum of mony which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his Holiness,

For cloathing me in these grave ornaments.

Legate. I will attend upon your Lorfhip's leifure..
Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudeft Peer.
Humphry of Glofter, thou fhalt well perceive
That nor in birth, nor for authority,
The Bishop will be over-born by thee;
I'll either make thee ftoop and bend thy knee,
Or fack this country with a mutiny.

[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!

2 or

Enter

Enter Scout.

Scout. Succefs unto our valiant General, And happiness to his accomplices!

Dau. What tidings fend our fcouts? I pr'ythee, fpeak. Scout. The English army, that divided was Into two parts, 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 bafe 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 Pucelle."

[Thunder.

Pucel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen Ay. Now help, ye charming fpells and periapts; And ye choice fpirits that admonish me, And give me figns of future accidents: You speedy helpers that are fubftitutes Under the lordly monarch of the North, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize! Enter Fiends.

This fpeedy quick appearance argues proof. accuftom'd diligence to me...

Of

your

Now ye familiar fpirits that are cull'd

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,

I'll lop a member off, and give it you
In earnest of a further benefit:

So

So you

do condefcend to help me now.

[They hang their beads.

No hope to have redress? my body fhall
Pay recompence, if you will grant my fuit.

[They shake their beads.

Cannot my body nor blood-facrifice
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 France muft 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 duft.

[Exit.

Excurfions. Pucelle and York fight hand to band. Pucelle is taken. The French fly.

York. Damfel of France, I think I have you fast.
Unchain your spirits now with fpelling 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, fhe would change my shape.
Pucel. Chang'd to a worfer fhape thou can'ft not be.
York. Oh, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
No fhape but his can please your dainty eye.

Pucel. A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee,
And may ye both be fuddenly furpris'd
By bloody hands, in fleeping on your beds!

York. Fell, banning hag, inchantrefs, hold thy tongue:
Pucel. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curfe a while.
York. Curfe, mifcreant, when thou comeft to the stake.

[Exeunt.

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