We will bestow you in some better place, Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Bed. Not to he gone from hence; for once I read, That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes: Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, Because I ever found them as myself. Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast! Then be it so: Heavens keep old Bedford And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, [Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE, and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste? Fast. Whither away? to safe myself by flight; We are like to have the overthrow again. Cap. What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot? Fast. Ay, All the Talbots in the world, to save my life. [Exit. Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! [Exit. Retreat: Excursions. Enter from the town, LA PUCELLE, ALENÇON, CHARLES, &c. and Exeunt, flying. Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please; For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. [Dies, and is carried off in his chair, Alarum: Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and Others. 1 Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy But where is Pucelle now? I think, her old familiar is asleep: Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles What, all a-mort? Rouen hangs her head for grief, That such a valiant company are fled. Now will we take some order in the town, Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, SCENE III. The same. The Plains near the City. Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and Forces. Pue. Dismay not, Princes, at this accident, Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered: Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedy'd. Let frantick Talbot triumph for a while, And like a peacock sweep along his tail; We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul'd. Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto. And of thy cunning had no diffidence; One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, And we will make thee famous through the world. Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise: By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, We will entice the Duke of Burgundy France were no place for Henry's warriors; Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd from 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. Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. An English March. Enter and pass over, at a distance, TALBOT and his Forces. There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread ; And all the troops of English after him. A French March. Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY and Forces. Now, in the rearward, comes the Duke, and his; Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind. Summon a parley, we will talk with him. A parley sounded. 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 Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. And see the cities and the towns defac'd' As looks the mother ou her lowly babe, Behold the wounds, the nost unnaturel wounds, One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom, Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore; Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee, Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake? |