BAST. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. CHAR. O, no; forbear: for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY, attended; a French Herald preceding.

LUCY. Herald, 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! 't is 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 ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
But tell me whom thou seek'st.

LUCY. But where's the great Alcides of the field,
Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury?
Created, for his rare success in arms,

Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence;
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,

Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton,
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of Sheffield,
The thrice-victorious lord of Falconbridge;
Knight of the noble order of saint George,
Worthy saint Michael, and the golden fleece;
Great mareshal to Henry the sixth,
Of all his wars within the realm of France?
Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed!
The Turk, that two-and-fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not so tedious a style as this.

Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles,

Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

LUCY. Is Talbot slain? the Frenchman's only scourge,

Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?

0, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,

That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces!
0, 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.

Puc. 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 putrefy the air.

CHAR. Go, take their bodies hence.
LUCY.

But from their ashes shall be rear'd

I'll bear thern hence:

A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.

CHAR. So we be rid of them do with 'em what thou wilt.

And now to Paris, in this conquering vein;
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I.-London. A Room in the Palace.

Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, and EXETER.

K. HEN. Have you perus'd the letters from the pope, The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac?

GLO. 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. HEN. How doth your grace affect their motion? GLO. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To stop effusion of our Christian blood,

And 'stablish quietness on every side.

K. HEN. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought It was both impious and unnatural

That such immanity and bloody strife

Should reign among professors of one faith.

GLO. Beside, my lord,-the sooner to effect,

And surer bind, this knot of amity,—
The earl of Armagnac-near knit 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. HEN. Marriage, uncle! alas! my years are young;
And fitter is my study and my books

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet, call the ambassadors; 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 a Legate, and two Ambassadors, with WINCHESTER in a

Cardinal's habit.

EXE. What! is my lord of Winchester install'd,
And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?
Then, I perceive, that will be verified,

Henry the fifth did sometime prophesy,

"If once he come to be a cardinal,

"He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown."

K. HEN. My lords ambassadors, your several suits Have been consider'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.

GLO. And for the proffer of my lord your master,— I have inform'd his highness so at large,

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.
HEN. In argument and proof of which contract,
Bear her this jewel [to the Amb.], pledge of

K.

And

so, my

lord protector, see them guarded,

my

And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd,

Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

affection.

[Exeunt K. HENRY and Train, GLOSTER, EXETER,

and Ambassadors.

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.

LEG. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
WIN. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer.

Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive,
That, neither in birth, or for authority,
The bishop will be overborne by thee:
I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
Or sack this country with a mutiny.

SCENE II.-France. Plains in Anjou.

[Exeunt.

Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and
Forces, marching.

tere fur. CHAR. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping

spirits:

Coriolanus, T is said the stout Parisians do revolt,

And turn again unto the warlike French.

ALEN. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

Puc. Peace be amongst them if they turn to us,

Else, ruin combat with their palaces!

Enter a Messenger.

MESS. Success unto our valiant general,

And happiness to his accomplices!

CHAR. What tidings send our scouts? I prithee speak.

MESS. The English army, that divided was

Into two parties, is now conjoin'd in one;

And means to give you battle presently.

CHAR. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;

But we will presently provide for them.

BUR. I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there;

Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.

Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd:-
Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine;
Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.

CHAR. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!

SCENE III.-The same. Before Angiers.

[Exeunt

Alarums: Excursions. Enter LA PUCELLE.
Puc. 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!
You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
Under the lordly monarch of the north,
Appear, and aid me in this enterprise!

Enter Fiends.

This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
Out of the powerful regions under earth,

Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[Thunder.

[They walk about and speak not.

O, hold me not with silence 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;
So you do condescend to help me now.—

[They hang their heads.

No hope to have redress?-My body shall
Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.

Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice,

Entreat

you

[They shake their heads.

to your wonted furtherance?

Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all,
Before that England give the French the foil.

See! they forsake me.

Now the time is come

That France must veil her lofty-plumed crest,
And let her head fall into England's lap.
My ancient incantations are too weak,

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[They depart