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. What is the trust or strength of foolish man? [Dies, and is carried off in his chair. Alarum: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and Others. Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! This is a double honour, Burgundy: Yet, heavens have glory for this victory! Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now? I think, her old familiar is asleep: Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? What, all a-mort? Roüen hangs her head for grief, Now will we take some order in the town, And then depart to Paris, to the king; For there young Henry, with his nobles, lies. Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Bur gundy. Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, A gentler heart did never sway in court: [Exeunt. SCENE III. THE SAME. THE PLAINS NEAR THE CITY. Enter Charles, the Bastard, Alençon, La Pucelle, and Forces. Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, 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, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor should that nation boast it so with us, But be extirped from our provinces. Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd from France, 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 coun tryman. Bur. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am march ing hence. Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy words. Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, And see the cities and the towns defac'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foe! As looks the mother on her lowly babe, Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, som, Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore; Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, And wash away thy country's stained spots! Bur. Either she hath betwitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee, Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation, Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh. Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. |