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But with a proud, majestical, high scorn
He answer'd thus: “ Young Talbot was not born
“ To be the pillage of a * giglot wench."
So, rushing in the Bowels of the French,
He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.

Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble Knight:
See, where he lies inhersed in the arms
Of the most bloody nurser of his harms,

Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder;
Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.

Char. Oh, no : forbear: for that which we have fled
During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

Enter Sir William Lucy.
Lucy. Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent, to know
Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.

Char. On what submissive message art thou sent ?

Lucy. Submission, Dauphin? 'tis a mere French word,
We English warriors wot not, what it means.
I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta’en,
And to survey the bodies of the dead.

Char. For prisoners afk'st thou? hell our prison is.
But tell me whom thou seek'st ?

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field,
Valiant lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury?
Created, for his rare success in arins,
Great Earl of Wolford, Waterford, and Valence,
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield;
Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
Lord Cromwel of lvingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge,
Knight of the noble Order of St. George,
Worthy St Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
Great Marshal to our King Henry the Sixth
Of all his wars within the realm of France.

Pucel. Here is a filly, stately, stile, indeed:
The Turk, that two and fifty Kingdoms hath
*-a giglol wench) A Drab, Strumpet.

Mr. Pope.

Writes not so tedious a ftile as this.
Him that thou magnify'st with all these titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

Lucy. Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,
Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis ?
Oh, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
That I in rage might shoot 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 proudest of you all.
Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial as beseems their worth.

Pucel. I think, this Upstart is old Talbot's ghost; He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit: For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here, They would but stink and putrify the air.

Char. Go, take their bodies hence.

Lucy. I'll bear them hence;
But from their ashes, Dauphin, shall be rear'd
A Phænix, that shall make all France afear'd.

Char. 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 slain. (Exeunt.

S CE N E

K. Henry. HAVE P you perus'd the letters from

Canges to England.
Enter King Henry, Gloucester, and Exeter.

AVE

the , The Emperor, and the Earl of Armagnac ?

Glou. I have, my lord; and their intent is this; They humbly sue unto your Excellence, To have a godly Peace concluded of, Between the realms of England and of France. K. Henry. How doth your Grace affe&t this motion?

Glou.

Glou. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To stop effusion of our Christian blood, And stablish quietness on ev'ry fide,

K. Henry. Ay, marry, uncle, for I always thought It was both impious and unnatural, That such immanity and bloody ftrife Should reign among profeffors of one Faith.

Glou. Betide, my lord, the sooner to effect And surer 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 sumptuous dowry. K. Henry. Marriage? alas ! my years are yet too

young :
And fitter is my study and my books,
Than wanton dalliance with

paramour.
Yet call th’ Arnballadors; and, as you please,
So let them have their answers every one.
I shall be well content with any choice,
Tends to God's glory, and my Country's weal.

Enter Winchester, and three Ambasadors.
Exe. What, is my lord of Winchester installid,
And callid unto a Cardinal's degree?
Then I perceive That will be verify'd,
Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy:
• If once he came to be a Cardinal.
“He'll make his Cap coequal with the Crown."

K. Henry. My Lords Ambassadors, your several suits Have been confider'd and debated on; Your purpose is both good and reasonable: And therefore are we certainly resolv'd To draw conditions of a friendly Peace, Which by my lord of Winchester we mean Shall be transported presently to France.

Glou. And for the proffer of my lord your master, I have informd his Highness so at large;

As

As, liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
Her beauty and the value of her dower.
He doth intend She shall 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, see them guarded,
And safely brought to Dover; where, insbipp'd,
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

(Exeunt King and Train, Win. Stay, my lord Legate, you shall first receive The sum of money which I promised Should be deliver'd to his Holiness, For clothing me in these grave ornaments,

Legate. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure,

Win. Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest Peer.
Humphry of Glofier, thou shalt well perceive,
That nor in birth, or for authority,
The Bishop will be over-borne by thee:
I'll either make thee ftoop, and bend thy knee,
Or fack this country with a mutiny.

(Exeunt. S CE N E III.

Changes to France. Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanson, Bastard, Reignier,

and Joan la Pucelle. Dau. HESE news, my Lords, may cheer our

THEdrooping spirits :

'Tis faid, the stout Parisians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French.

Alan. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your Pow'rs in dalliance.

Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us, Else Ruin combat with their Palaces.

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Enter Scout.
Scout. Success unto our valiant General,
And happiness to his accomplices !
Dau. What tidings send our scouts ? I prythee,

speak.
Scout. The English army, that divided was
Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one;
And means to give you battle presently.

Dau. Somewhat too sudden, 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

need not fear.
Pucel. Of all base passions fear is most accurft.
Command the Conquest, Charles, it shall be thine :
Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
Dau. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate.

(Exeunt.
Alarm : excusions. Enter Joan la Pucelle.
Pucel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.
Now help, ye charming Spells and Periapts ;
And, ye choice Spirits, that admonish me,
And give me signs of future accidents; [Thundet.
You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
Under the lordly monarch of the North,
Appear, and aid me in this enterprize.

Enter Fiends.
This speedy quick appearance argues proof
Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar spirits, 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 :

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