Burg. What willslord Talbot, pleafeth Burgundy Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, But fee his exequies fulfill'd in Roan; A braver foldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never fway in court: But kings, and mightiest potentates, muft die; For that's the end of human mifery. [Exeunt SCENE III. The fame. The Plain near the City. Enter the Dauphin, Baftard, ALENÇON, and JOAN LA PUCELLE. Pucel. Difmay not, princes, at this accident, Nor grieve that Roan is fo recovered: Care is not cure, but rather corrofive, For things that are not to be remedy'd. Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while, And like a peacock fweep along his tail; We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, If Dauphin, and the reft, will be but rul'd. Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto, And of thy cunning had no diffidence; One fudden foil fhall never breed distrust. Baft. Search out thy wit for fecret policies, And we will make thee famous through the worlds Alen. We'll fet thy ftatue in fome holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed faint; Employ thee then, fweet virgin, for our good. Pucel. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devife: By fair perfuafions, mix'd with fugar'd words, We will entice the duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Dau. Ay, marry, fweeting, if we could do that, France France were no place for Henry's warriors; Alen. For ever fhould they be expuls'd from And not have title of an earldom here. [France, Pucel. Your honours fhall perceive how I will To bring this matter to the withed end. [work, [Drum beats afar off Hark! by the found of drum, you may perceive Their powers are marching into Paris-ward. [Here beat an English March. There goes the Talbot, with his colours fpread; And all the troops of English after him. [French March. Now, in the rereward, comes the duke and his; Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind. Summon a parley, we will talk with him. [Trumpets found a Parley. Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY, marching. Dau. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. Burg. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? Pucel. The princely Charles of France, thy countryman. Burg. What fay't thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. Dau. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy words. Pucel Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of Stay, let thy humble hand-maid speak to thee. Burg. What willslord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, But fee his exequies fulfill'd in Roan; A braver foldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never fway in court: But kings, and mightiest potentates, muft die; For that's the end of human mifery. [Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. The Plain near the City. Enter the Dauphin, Baftard, ALENÇON, and JOAN LA PUCELLE. Pucel. Difmay not, princes, at this accident, Nor grieve that Roan is fo recovered: Care is not cure, but rather corrofive, For things that are not to be remedy'd. Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while, And like a peacock fweep along his tail; We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, If Dauphin, and the reft, will be but rul'd. Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto, And of thy cunning had no diffidence; One fudden foil fhall never breed distrust. Baft. Search out thy wit for fecret policies, And we will make thee famous through the worlds Alen. We'll fet thy ftatue in fome holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed faint ; Employ thee then, fweet virgin, for our good. Pucel. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devife: By fair perfuafions, mix'd with fugar'd words, We will entice the duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Dau. Ay, marry, fweeting, if we could do that, France France were no place for Henry's warriors; Alen. For ever fhould they be expuls'd from And not have title of an earldom here. [France, Pucel. Your honours fhall perceive how I will To bring this matter to the withed end. [work, [Drum beats afar off. Hark! by the found of drum, you may perceive Their powers are marching into Paris-ward. [Here beat an English March. There goes the Talbot, with his colours fpread; And all the troops of English after him. [French March. Now, in the rereward, comes the duke and his; Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind. Summon a parley, we will talk with him. [Trumpets found a Parley, Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY, marching. Dau. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. Burg. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? Pucel. The princely Charles of France, thy countryman. Burg. What fay't thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. Dau. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy words. Pucel Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of Stay, let thy humble hand-maid fpeak to thee. By wafting ruin of the cruel foe! As looks the mother on her lowly babe, Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, Burg. Either fhe hath bewitch'd me with her Or nature makes me fuddenly relent. [words, Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaims on Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny, [thee, Whom join' thou with, but with a lordly nation, That will not truft thee, but for profit's fake? When Talbot hath fet footing once in France, And fafhion'd thee that inftrument of ill, Who then, but English Henry, will be lord, And thou be thruft out, like a fugitive? Call me to mind--and mark but this for proof;Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe? And was he not in England prifoner? But, when they heard he was thine enemy, They fet him free, without his ranfom paid, In ipight of Burgundy, and all his friends. See then! thou fight'ft against thy countrymen, And join'ft with them will be thy flaughter men. Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord; Charles, and the reft, will take thee in their arms. Burg. I am vanquish'd; these haughty words of Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-fhot, [hers And |