But with a proud, majestical, high scorn He anfwer'd thus: "Young Talbot was not born "To be the pillage of a giglot wench." * So, rushing in the Bowels of the French, Bur. Doubtlefs, he would have made a noble Knight: Baft. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones afunder; Whofe 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 fubmiffive meffage art thou fent? Lucy. Submiffion, Dauphin? 'tis a mere French word, We English warriors wot not, what it means. I come to know what prifoners thou haft ta'en, And to furvey the bodies of the dead. Char. For prifoners afk'ft thou? hell our prifon is. But tell me whom thou feek'ft? Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Great Earl of Wafhford, Waterford, and Valence, Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton, Pucel. Here is a filly, ftately, ftile, indeed: The Turk, that two and fifty Kingdoms hath *----a giglot wench] A Drab, Strumpet. Mr. Pope. Writes not fo tedious a ftile as this. Him that thou magnify'ft with all these titles, Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence, Pucel. I think, this Upftart is old Talbot's ghost; He speaks with fuch a proud commanding fpirit: For God's fake, let him have 'em; to keep them here, They would but flink 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 Char. So we be rid of them, do what thou wilt: Enter King Henry, Gloucester, and Exeter. AVE you perus'd the letters from K. Henry. Hthe Pope, The Emperor, and the Earl of Armagnac? To have a godly Peace concluded of, Between the realms of England and of France. K. Henry. How doth your Grace affect this motion? Glou Glou. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To ftop effufion of our Chriftian blood, And ftablifh quietnefs 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 Proffers his only daughter to your Grace young: And fitter is my ftudy and my books, Enter Winchefter, and three Ambaffadors. "He'll make his Cap coequal with the Crown." K. Henry. My Lords Ambaffadors, your feveral fuits Have been confider'd and debated on; Your purpofe is both good and reasonable: Glou. And for the proffer of my lord your mafter, I have inform'd his Highness fo at large; As As, liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, K. Henry. In argument and proof of which Contract, [Exeunt King and Train. Win. Stay, my lord Legate, you fhall first receive The fum 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 leifure. Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow, Or be inferior to the proudeft Peer. Humphry of Glo'fier, thou fhalt 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, Exeunt. Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanson, Bastard, Reignier, Dau. TH and Joan la Pucelle. HESE 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'rs in dalliance. Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us, Elfe Ruin combat with their Palaces. 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 battle prefently. Dau. Somewhat too fudden, Sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them. Burg. I truft, the ghoft 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 shall be thine: Let Henry fret and all the world repine. Dau. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate. [Exeunt. Alarm: excufions. 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 figns of future accidents; You fpeedy helpers, that are fubstitutes Under the lordly monarch of the North, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize. Enter Fiends. This fpeedy quick appearance argues proof [Thunder. Out of the pow'rful regions under earth, [They walk, and Speak not. blood, So |