For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. [Dies, and is carried off in his Chair. Alarum. Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and others. Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! This is double honour, Burgundy; Yet' heavens have glory for this victory. Bur. Warlike and matchless' Talbot, Burgundy Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now? I think her old familiar is asleep: Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks'? What, all a-mort? Rouen hangs her head for grief, Now will we take some order in the town, For there young Henry with his nobles lies. Bur. What wills lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen: A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in court; But kings, and mightiest potentates must die, For that's the end of human misery. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The Same. The Plains near the City. Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENÇOn, La Pucelle, and Forces. Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, 1 Dyce suggests, let, as the reading. 2 martial in f. e. 3 Scoffs. Dispirited. VOL. V.-5 If Dauphin and the rest will be but rul'd. Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor should that nation boast it so with us, But be extirped from our provinces. Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd from France, And not have title of an earldom here. Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will work, To bring this matter to the wished end. [Drums heard afar off. Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. An English March. Enter, and pass over, TALBOT and his Forces. There goes the Talbot; with his colours spread, A French March. Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY and Forces. Now, in the rearward comes the duke, and his : [Trumpets sound a parley. Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy countryman. Bur. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. Char. Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words. Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France, Stay; let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, And see her1 cities and her" towns defac'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foe. As looks the mother on her lovely3 babe, Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help. Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee, See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen, 1 2 the: in f. e. 3 lowly in f. e. 4 Not in f. e. [Aside. Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh. Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. Alen. Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this, And doth deserve a coronet of gold. Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers, And seek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Paris. A Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY, Gloster, and other Lords, VerNON, BASSET, &c. To them TALBOT, and some of his Officers. Tal. My gracious prince, and honourable peers, Hearing of your arrival in this realm, I have a while given truce unto my wars, To do my duty to my sovereign: In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd To your obedience fifty fortresses, Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. And in our coronation take your place. [and Nobles. [Flourish. Exeunt King HENRY, GLOSTER, TALBOT, Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Disgracing of these colours, that I wear In honour of my noble lord of York, 1 your in f. e. Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that. [Striking him. Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms is such, That, whoso draws a sword, 't is present death, Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave I may have liberty to venge this wrong, When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; And after meet you sooner than you would. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I.-The Same. A Room of State. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, SurFOLK, SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, WARWICK, TALBOT, The Governor of Paris, and others. Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. [Governor kneels, That you elect no other king but him, This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! [Exeunt Gov. and his Train. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE. Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais, To haste unto your coronation, A letter was deliver'd to my hands, Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. [ Gives it,3 Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee! 1 Not in f. e. 2 Intend. Not in f. e. |