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.

Ere. What! is my lord of Winchester install'd, And call'd unto a cardinal's degree!

Then, I perceive, that will be verify'd,
Henry the fifth did sometime prophecy,-
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 mas

ter,

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.

K. Hen. In argument and proof of which con

trách,

Bear her this jewel, [To the Amb.] pledge of my

affection.

And so, my lord protector, see them guarded,

And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd,
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

[Exeunt King Henry and Train; Glo'ster, Exeter, and Ambassadors.

Win. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first re

ceive

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 Glo'ster, 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II.

FRANCE. PLAINS IN ANJOU.

Enter Charles, Burgundy, Alençon, La Pucelle, and Forces, marching.

Char. These news, my lords, may cheer cur drooping spirits:

'Tis 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 pr'ythee, speak.

Mess. The English army, that divided was Into two parts, 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!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

THE SAME. BEFORE ANGIERS.

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! [Thunder. You speedy helpers, that are substitutes

Under the lordly monarch of the north,

Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!

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.

[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.

[They shake their heads.

Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice,
Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all,
Before that England give the French the foil.

[They depart.

See! they forsake me.

Now the time is come,

That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest,

And let her head, fall into England's lap.

My ancient incantations are too weak,

And hell too strong for me to buckle with:

Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. · ̈ ̈[Exit.

Alarums.

Enter French and English, fighting. La Pucelle and York fight hand to hand. La Pucelle is taken. The French fly.

York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you
Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms,
And try if they can gain your liberty.-
A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,
As if, with Circe, she would change my shape.

fast:

Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be.
York. O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and
thee!

And may ye both be suddenly surpriz'd
By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
York. Fell, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy
tongue.

Puc. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse a-while. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the [Exeunt.

stake.

Alarums. Enter Suffolk, leading in lady Margaret. Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. [Gazes on her.

O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;

For I will touch thee but with reverent hands,

And lay them gently on thy tender side.

I kiss these fingers [Kissing her hand.] for eternal

peace:

Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.