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Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid ;

Lucy. Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en, or slain : And I am louted by a traitor villain,

For fly he could not, if he would have fled; And cannot help the noble chevalier :

And fly would Talbot never, though he might. God comfort him in this necessity !

Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu ! If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shane in Enter Sir William Lucy.

you.

[Ereunt Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English strength, SCENE V. The English Camp, near Bourdeaux. Never so needful on the earth of France,

Enter Talbot, and John his Son.
Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ;
Who now is girdied with a waist of iron,

Tal. O young Joho Talbot! I did send for thee,

To tutor thee in stratagems of war;
And hemm't about with griu destruction :
Το ourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaax, York !

That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd,
Else, farewell Talbot, France and England's honour. Should bring thy father to his druoping chair.

When sapless age, and weak unable liibs, York. O God! that Somerset--who in proud heart But,-0 malignant and ill-boding stars Doth stop my cornets--were in Talbot's place!

Now thou art come noto a feast of death,
So should we save a valiant gentleman,

A terrible and unavoided danger:
By forfeiting a traitor aud a coward.
Mad ire, and wrathiul fury, makes me weep,

Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse ;

And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
Lucy. O, sead some succour to the distress'à lord! By sudden flight : come, dally not, be gone.

John. Is my name Talbot ? and am I your son ! York. He dies, we lose ; I break my warlike word :

And shall I lly! O, if you love my mother,
We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; Dishonour not her honourable name,
All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.

To make a bastard, and a slave ot me:
Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul!
And on his son, young John; whom, two hours since, That basely fled, when noble Talbot stood.

The world will say-He is not Talbot's blood,
I met in travel toward his warlike father!

Tal, Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. This seven years did not Talbot see his son;

John. He, that flies so, will ne'er return again. And now they meet where both their lives are done. York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have,

Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die.

John. Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly : To bid his young son welcome to his grave!

Your loss is great, so your regard should be Away! vexation almost stops my breath,

My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.-

Upon my death the French can little boast; Lucy, farewell, no more my fortune can,

Io yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
But corse the cause, I cannot aid the man.-

Flight canuot stain the bonour you have won ;
Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, But mine it will, that no exploit have done :
'Long all of Somerset and his delay. [Exit. You tled for vantage, every one will swear;
Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition

But, if I bow, they'll say-it was for fear.
Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, There is no hope that ever I will stay,
Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss

If, the first bour, I shrink, and run away. The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,

Here, on my knee, I beg inortality,
That ever-living inan of memory,

Rather than lite presery'd with infamy.
Henry the fifth :- Whiles they each other cross,
Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. (Exit.

Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?

John. Ay, rather than I'll shane my mother's womb. SCENE IV. Other Plains of Gascony.

Tal. Upon my blessiug I command thee go. Enter Somerset, with his Forces; an Officer of

John. To fight I will, but not to tly the toe. Talbot's with him.

Tal. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. Som. It is too late ; I cannot send them now:

John. No part of him, but will be shame in me.

Tal. Thou never hadstreuown, nor canst not lose it. This expedition was by York, and Talbot,

John. Yes, your redtowned name : Shall flight Too rashly plotted ; all our general force

abuse it!

[stain Might with a sally of the very town

Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that Be backled with the over-daring Talbot

John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour,

If death be so apparent, then both fly.
By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure :
York set him on to fight, and die in shame,

Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight and die?

My age was never tainted with such shame.
That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
Off. Here is sir William Lucy, who with me

John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?

No more can I be sever'd from your side,
Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for uid.

Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
Enter Sir William Lucy.

Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I,
Som. How now, sir William ? whither were you For live I will not, if ny father die.
sent?

[lord Talbot Tal. Then here I take my leave of tbee, fair son, Lucy: Whither, my lord ? from bought and sold Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,

Come, side by side together live and die : Cries out for noble York and Somerset,

And soul with soul froiu France to heaven fly. To beat assailing death from his weak legions.

[Exeunt. And whiles the honourable captain there

SCENE VI. A Field of Battle.
Drops bloody sweat from bis war-wearied limbs,
And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue,

Alarum. Excursions, wherein Talbot's Son is hemmed You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,

about, and Talbot rescutes him. Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.

Tal Saint George and victory! light, soldiers, fight Let not your private discord keep away

The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, The levied succours that should lend him aid, And let us to the rage of France his sword. While he, renowned noble gentleman,

Where is John Talbot I-pause, and take thy breath; Yields up his life unto a world of odds :

I gave thee lite, and rescu'd thee from death. Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,

John. O twice my father! twice am I thiy son : Alencon, Reigoier, compass him about,

The life, thou gav'st me first, was lost and done; And Talbot perisheth by your default. [aid. Till with thy warlike sword, despite of tate, Som. York set him on, York should have sent him to my determin'd time thou gav'st new date.

Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims; Tal. When from the dauphin's crest thy sword Swearing, that you will hold his levied host,

struck fire, Collected for this expedition.

Chorse: It warm') thy father's heart with proud desire Som. York lies; he might have sent, and bad the of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age,

; I owe him little duty, and less love ;

Quickeu'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage, And take foul scoru, to fawn on him by sending. Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,

Lucy. The fraud of Eugland, not the force of Fiance, And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee. Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot ; The ireful bastard Orleans--that drew blood Never to England shall he bear his life ;

From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.

Of thy first fight-I soon encountered ; Som. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen Aud, interchanging blows, I quickly shed Within six hours they will be at his aid. (straight; Some of his bastard blood; and, in disgrace, ..

a

Bespoke him thus: Contaminaled, base,

So, rushing in the bowels of the French, Ani misbegotten blood I spill of thine,

He left me proudly, as unworthy fight. Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine, Bur. Doubtless, he would bave made a noble knight: Which thou itidst force from Talbot, my brave boy:-See, where he lies in hersed in the arms Here, purposing the bastard to destroy,

Of the most bloody nurser of his harms. Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care ; Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones as ander; Art not thou weary, John i How dost thou fare? Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,

Char. 0, no ; forbear: for that which we have fled Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?

During the life, let us not wrong it dead. Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead

Enter Sir William Lucy, attended, a French Herald The help of one stands me in little stead. 0, too much folly is it, well I wot,

preceding To hazard all our lives in one small boat.

Luc Herald, If I to-day die not with Frenehmen's rage,

Conduct me to the dauphin's tent; to know To-morrow I shall die with miekle age :

Who hath obtain's the glory of the day. By me they nothing gain, an if I stay,

Char. On what submissive message art thon sent ! 'Tis but the short'ning of my life one day :

Lucy. Submission, daupbin ! 'tis a mere French In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,

word; My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:

We English warriors wot not what it means. All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay;

I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en, All these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away.

And to survey the bodies of the dead. John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me

Char. For prisoners ask'st thou ? hell our prison is.

But tell me whom thon seek'st. smart, These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart :

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, On that advantage, bought with such a shame

Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury; (To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame),

Created, for his rare success in arms,

Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence ; Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly, The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die !

Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield, And like me to the peasant boys of France ;

Lord Strange of Blackinere, lord Verdun of Alton, To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance !

Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of ShefSurely, by all the glory you have won,

The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge; [field, An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:

Knight of the noble order of saint George, T'hen talk no more of fight, it is no boot ;

Worthy saint Michael, and the golden fleece ;
If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's fout.

Great mareshal to Henry the sixth,
Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, of all his wars within the realm of France !
Thou Icarus ; thy life to me is sweet :

Puc. Here is a silly stately style, indeed!
If thou wilt tighi, fight by thy father's side ;

The Turk, that two and tifty kingdoms hath, Aud, commendable prov'á, let's die in pride.

Writes not so tedious a style as this.[Exeunt.

Hiin, that thou magnifiest with all these titles,

Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.
SCENE VII. Another part of the same.

Lucy. Is 'Talbot slain; the French wen's only
Alarum : Excursions,
Enter Talbot wounded, sup- | Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?

, ported by a Servant. Tal. Where is my other life !--mine omnis gone That I, in ruge, might shoot them at your faces !

O, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd, 0, where's young Talbot ? where is valiant John! Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity!

0, that I could but call these dead to life! Young Talbot's valour makes me smile ai thee: It were enough to fright the realm of France : When he perceiv'd ne shrink, and on my knee,

Were but his picture left among you here, His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,

It would amaze the proudest of you all. And, like a hungry lion, did commence

Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience ;

And give them burial as beseems their worth. But when my angry guardant stood alone,

Pui. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, Tend'ring my ruia, and assail'd of none,

He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit. Dizzy-ey'd fury, and great rage of heart,

For God's sake, let him have 'em ; to keep them here, Suddenly made bim from my side to start

They would but stink, and patrefy the air. Into the clust'ring battle of the French :

Char. Go, take their bodies hence. And in that sea of blood my boy did drench

Lucy.

I'll bear them hence :

But from their ashes shall be rear'd
His overmounting spirit; and there died
My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.

Char. So we be rid of them, do with tber what thon Enter Soldiers, bearing the Body of John Talbot.

And now to Paris, in this conquering, vein; (wilt. Serv. O, my dear lord ! lo, where your son is borne! All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. (Exeunt.

Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,

(scorn, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,

ACT V. In thy despite, shall 'scape mortality.--.

SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. O thou, whose wounds become hard-favour's death,

Enter King Henry, Gloster, anul Exeter,
Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath :
Brave death by speaking, whether he will, or no;

K. Hen. Have you perus'd the letters from the pope, Imagine him a Frenchunan, and thy foe.--'

The emperor, and the earl of Armagnae ! Poor boy ! he smiles, methinks; as who should say. They humbly 'sue unto your excellence,

Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is this,-
Had death been French, then death had died to-day. To have a godly peace concluded of,
Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms;

Between the realms of England and of France.
My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
Soldiers, adieu ! I have what I would have,

K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their motion ! Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.

Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means

(Dies. To stop effusion of our Christian blood, Alarums. Exeunt Suldiers ond Servant, leaving the And 'stablish quietness on every side. treo Bodies. Enter Charles, Alencon, Burgundy, It was both impious and unnatural,

K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle ; for I always thought, Bastard, La Pucelle, and Forces.

That such immanity and bloody strife
Char. Hal York and Somerset brought resoue in, Should reign among professors of one faith.
We should have found a bloody day of this.

Glo. Beside, my lord,--the sooner to effect,
Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging. And sarer bind, this knot of amity,
wood,

The earl of Armagnac--near knit to Charles, Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood ! A man of great authority in France,

Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, Proffers his only daughter to your grace Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'u by a maid: In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. But--with a proud, majestica!, bigh scor,-

K. Hen. Marriage, uncle ! alas ! my years are young; He answer'a thus ; Young Talbot was not born And fitter is my study and my books, To be the pillage of a giglot wench :

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.

Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please, Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, So let them have their answers every one.

I'll lop a member off, and give it you,
I shall be well content with any choice,

In earnest of a further benefit ;
Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal. So you do condescend to help me now.-
Enter a Legate and tiro Ambassadors, with Win-

[They hang their Heads. cbester, in a Cardinal's Habit.

No hope to have redress 1--My body shall Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester install’d,

Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit. And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?

[They share their Heads.

Cannot my body, nor blood-sacritice,
Then, I perceive, that will be verified,
Henry the fifth did sometime prophesy,

Entreat you to your wonted furtherance ?
If once he come to be a cardinal,

Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all,

Before that England give the French the foil. He'll make his cap coequal with the crown. K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits See! they forsake me. Now the time is ovme,

[They depart. Have been consider'd and debated on.

That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest,
Yoar purpose is both good and reasonable :

And let her head fall into England's lap.
And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd
To draw conditions of a friendly peace;

My ancient incantations are too weak,

And hell too strong for me to buckle with: Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean

Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. (Exit. Shall be transported presently to France.

Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your master, Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting. La I have inform'd his highness so at large,

Pucelle and York fight Hand to Hanu. La Pu

celle is taken. The French fly. As-liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, Her beauty, and the value of her dower,

York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you fast: He doth intend she shall be England's queen.

Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms, K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract, Aud try if they can gain your liberty. Bear her this jewel, [To the Amb.] pledge of my af- A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace! fection,

See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, As if, with Circe, she would change my shape. And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd, Puc. Chang'! to a worser shape thou canst not be. Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

York. 0, Charles the dauphin is a proper man; [Exeunt King Henry and Train; Gloster, No shape bat his can please your dainty eye. Exeter, and Ambassadors.

Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and Win. Stay, my lord legate ; you shall first receive and may ye both be suddenly surpris'd

(thee! The sum of money, which I promis'd

By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! Should be deliver'd to his holiness

York. Fel!, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy For clothing me in these grave ornaments.

topgue. Leg. I will attend upon your lordsbip's leisure. Puc. I prytbee, give me leave to curse awhile. Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,

1

York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the Or be inferior to the proudest peer.

stake,

(Exeunt. Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, Alarums. Enter Suffolk, leading in Lady Margaret. That, neither in birth, or for authority,

Suff. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. The bishop will be overborne by thee:

[Gazes on her. I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee,

O fairest beauty, do pot fear, nor fly; Or sack this country with a matiny. (Ereunt.

For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou. And lay them gently on thy tender side. (peace : Enter Charles, Burgundy, Alencon, La Pucelle, and Who art thou say, that I may honour thee.

I kiss these tingers [Kissing her Hand] for eternal Forces, marching

Mar. Margaret my name; and daughter to a king,
Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our droop- The king of Naples, whosoe'er thoa art.
"Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, [ing spirits: Suff. An earl I am, and Saffolk am I call'd.
And turn again unto the warlike French

Be not offended, nature's miracle,
Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me :
And keep not back your powers in dalliance. So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,

Puc. Peace be aniongst them, if they turn to us; Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings.
Else, ruin combat with their palaces !

Yet, if this servile usage once offend,
Enter a Messenger.

Go, and be free again as Stuffolk's friend,
Mess. Success unto our valiant general,

[She turns away as going. And bappiness to his accomplices !

[speak.

0, stay!- I have no power to let her pass; Char. What tidings send our scouts ? I prythee, My hand would free her,--but my heart says--no.

As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
Mess. The English'army, that divided was

Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one ;
And means to give you battle presently.

So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is ; I'll call for pen and ink, and write my wind :

Fain would I woo her, yet I dare nut speak: But we will presently provide for them.

Fie, De la Poole! disable not thyself; Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there :

Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisoner ? Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'il :

Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight! Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine ;

Ay; beauty's princely majesty is sach, Let Henry fret, and all the world repice.

Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough. Char. Then on, my lords; and France be forto- What ransom mast I pay before I pass!

Mar. Say, earl of Suffolk,--if thy name be so, nate!

[Exeunt. For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner. SCENE HII. The same. Before Angiers. Suff How canst thou tell, she will deny thy suit, Aiarums: Excursions. Enter La Pacelle.

Before thou make a trial of her love ! [ Aside.

Mar. Why speak'st thou not! what ran som must Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen

I pay ? Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts; (fly.

Suff. She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd : And ye choice spirits thai admonish me,

She is a woman; therefore to be won. [ Aside. And give me signs of future accidents ! [Thunder

Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea, or no? You speedy helpers, that are substitutes

Suff. Fond man ! remember, that thou hast a wife; Under the lordly monarch of the north,

Then how can Margaret be thy paramoar! (Aside. Appear, and aid me in this enterprise !

Mar. I were best leave him, for he will not bear. Enter Fiends.

Suff. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card. This speedy quick appearance argues proof

Mar. He talks at random ; sure the man is mad. Of your acenstom'd diligence to me.

Suff And yet a dispensation may be had. Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'a

Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me. Out of the powerful regions under earth,

Suff. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom? Help me this once, that France may get the field. Why, for my king; Tush! that's a wooden thing. (They walk about,

and speak not. Mar. He talks of wood : It is some carpenter. O, hold me not with silence over long!

Su Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,

And peace established between these realms.

Roig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace But there remains a scruple in that too :

The Christian prince, king Henry, were he here. For though her father be the king of Naples,

Mar. Farewell, my lord; Good wishes, praise, Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,

and prayers, And our nobility will scorn the match. [Aside. Shall Suffolk' ever have of Margaret. [Going.

Mar. Hear yé, captain! Are you not at leisure ? Suff. Farewell, sweet madamn! But hark you, Mar

Suff. It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much : No princely commendations to my king? [garet; Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.

Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, Madam, I have a secret to reveal.

[knight, A virgin, and his servant, say to him. Mar. What though I be enthrall’d ? he seems a Suff. Words 'sweetly plac'd, and inodestly directed. And will not any way dishonour me. [ Aside. Bat, madam, I must trouble you again,

Suff. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. No loving token to his majesty ?

Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescu'd by the French; Mar. Yes, my good lord; a pure unspotted beart,
And then I need not crave his courtesy .. [Aside. Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
Suff. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a case Suff And this withal.

[Kisses her. Mar. Tush I women have been captivate ere now.

Mar. That for thyself;--I will not so presume,

[ Aside. To send such peerish tokens to a king. Suff. Lady, wherefore talk you so !

[Exeunt Reignier and Margaret. Mar. I cry you merey, 'tis but quid for quo. Suff. O, wert thou for myself !-But, Suffolk,

stay ; Suff. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth ; Your bondage happy, to be inade a queen?

There Minotaurs, and ugly treasons, lark. Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise : Than is a slave in base servility;

Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount; For princes should be free.

Mad, natural graces that extinguish art; Suff

And so shall you, Repeat their semblance often on the seas, If happy England's royal king be free.

That, when thou com'st to kneel at Henry's feet, Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me? Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder. Suff. I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen;

[Exit. To put a golden sceptre in thy hand, And set a precious crown upon thy head,

SCENE IV. Camp of the Duke of York, in Anjou. If thou wilt condescend to be my

Enter York, Warwick, and others. Mar.

What?

York. Bring forth that sorceress, condemn'd to burn. Suff. His love. Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.

Enter La Pucelle, guarded, and a Shepherd. Suff. No, gentle madam; I unworthy am

Shep. Ah, Joan ! this kills thy father's heart outTo woo so fair a dame to be his wife,

Have I sought every country far and near, [right! And have no portion in the choice myself." And, now it is my chance to find thee oat, How say you, madam ; are you so content !

Must I behold thy timeless cruel death!
Mar. An if my father please, I am content. Ab, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thes!

Suff. Then call our captains, and our colours, forth: Puc. Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch !
And, madam, at your father's castle walls

I am descended of a gentler blood;
We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.

Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine. [Troops come forward. Shep. Out, out!-My lords, an please you, 'tis not I did beget her, all the parish knows :

[so; A Parley sounded. Enter Reigoier, on the Walls. Her mother liveth yet, can testify

Suff. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner. She was the first-fruit of my bachelorship.
Reig. To whom !

War. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage ?
Suff
To me.

York. This argues what her kind of life hath been; Reig

Soffolk, what remedy ? | Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. I am a soldier; and unapt to weep,

Shep. Fie, Joan! that thou wilt be so obstacle ! Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.

God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh;
Suff Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord : And for thy sake have I shed many a tear :
Consent (and, for thy honour, give consent), Deny me not, I pr’ythee, gentle Joan,
Thy daughter sball be wedded to my king;

Puc. Peasant, avannt You bave suborn'd this Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto; Of purpose to obscure my noble birth. (man, And this her easy-held imprisonmeut

Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest, Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty.

The morn that I was wedded to her mother. Reig. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks !

Kneel down and take my blessing, good, my girl. Suff

Fair Margaret knows, Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.

Of thy nativity! I would, the nilk Reig. Upon thy princely warrant, I descend, Thy mother gave thee, when thou suck'dst her breast, To give thee answer of thy just demand.

Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!

(Exit from the Walls. Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs afield, Suff. And here I will expect thy coming.

I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!

Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab? Trumpets sounded. Enter Reignier, belour.

0, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good. (Exit. Reig. Welcome, brave earl, into our 'territories; York. Take her away; for she hath livid too long, Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. To fill the world with vicious qualities. Suff. Thanks, Reigvier, happy for so sweet a child, Noume begotten of a shepherd

swain,

Puc. First, let me tell you whom you have conFit to be made companion with a king :

(demn'd: What answer makes your grace unto my suit? Bat issu'a from the progeny of kings;

Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth, Virtuous, and holy, chosen from above, To be the princely bride of such a lord ;

By inspiration of celestial grace, Upon condition I may quietly

To work exceeding miracles on earth. Enjoy mine owo, the county Maine, and Anjou, I never had to do with wicked spirits : Free from oppression, or the stroke of war,

But you-that are polluted with your lusts, My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.

Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents, Suff. That is her ransom, I deliver her:

Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,-And those two counties, I will undertake,

Because you want the grace that others have,
Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy

You judge it straight a thing impossible
As deputy unto that gracious of Rehte faith.
Reig. And I again,-in Henry's royal name, To compass wonders, but by help of devils.

No, misconceived ! Joan of Arc hath been
Give ibee her hand, for sign of

A virgin from her tender infancy,
Suff. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
Because this is in traffic of a king

Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effus'd, And yet, methinks, I could be well content Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven. To be mine own attorney in this case. [Aside. York. Ay, ay ;-away with her to execution. I'll over then to England with this news,

War. And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid, And make this marriage to be solemniz'd;

Spare for no faggots, let there be enough: So, farewell, Reignier Set this diamond safe Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake, In golden palaces, as it becomes.

That se ber torture may be shortened.

Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts - That which I have, than, coveting for more, Then, Joan, discover thiné infirmity;

Be cast from possibility of all. That warranteth by law to he thy privilege.

York. Insulting Charles ! hast thou by secret means I am with child, ye bloody homicides :

Us'd intercession to obtain a league ; Murder not then the fruit within my womb,

And, now the matter grows to compromise, Although ye hale me to violent death. [child ? Stand'st thou aloof epon comparison ?

War. Now heaven fore fend! the holy maid with Either accept the title thou usurp'st,

War. The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought : of benefit proceeding from our king,
Is all your strict preciseness come to this?

And not of any challenge of desert,
York. She and the dauphip have been jaggling : Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
I did imagine what would be her refuge.

Reig: My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
War. Well, go to; we will have no bastards live ; To cavil in the course of this contract :
Especially, since Charles must father it.

If once it be neglected, ten to one, Puc. You are deceiv'd; my child is none of his; We shall not find like opportunity. It was Alencon, that enjoy'd my love.

Alen. To say the trath, it is your policy, York. Alencon ! that notorious Machiavel! To save your subjects from such massacre, It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.

And ruthless slaughters, as are daily seen Puc. O, give me leave, I have deluded you; By our proceeding in hostility : 'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the duke I namid, And therefore take this compact of a truce, But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd. Although you break it when your pleasure serves, War. A married man ! that's most intolerable.

(Aside, to Charles. York. Why, here's a girl! I think, she knows not War. How Rayst thoa, Charles ? shall our condition Tbere were so many, whom she may accuse. (well, Char. It shall :

(stand! War. It's sign, she hath been liberal and free. Only reserv'd, you claim no interest

York. And, yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pare ! In any of our towns of garrison. Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat, and thee! York. Then swear aliegiance to his majesty; Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.

As thou art knight, never to disobey, Puc. Then lead me hence ;-with whom I leave my Nor be rebellious to the crown of England, May never glorious sun reflex his beams [curse: Thou, nor thy vobles, to the crown of England. Upon the country where you make abode !

[Charles and the rest give Tokens of Fealty. But darkness and the gloomy shade of death So now dismiss your army when ye please Environ you ; till mischief, and despair,

Hang up your ensigns, let your drums be still, Drive you to break your necks, or hang yourselves! Por here we entertain a solemn peace. (Exeunt.

[Erit, guarded. York. Break thou in pieces, and consume to ashes, SCENE V. London. A Room in the Palace. Thou foul accursed minister of hell!

Enter King Henry, in Conference with Suffolk ; Enter Cardinal Beaufort, attended.

Gloster and Exeter following.
Car. Lord regent, I do greet your excellence K. Hen. Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,
With letters of commission from the king.

Of beauteous Margaret, hath astonish'd me :
For know, my lords, the states of Christendoin,
Mov'd with remorse of these outrageous broils,

Her virtues, graced with external gifts,

Do breed love's settled passions in my heart : Have earnestly implor'd a general peace

And like as rigour in tempestuous gusts Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French ;

Provokes the inightiest hulk against the tide ; And here at hand the dauphin, and bis train, So am I driven, by breath of her renown, Approacheth, to confer about some matter.

Either to suffer shipwreck, or arrive York. Is all our travail turn'd to this effect ?

Where I may have fruition of her love. After the slaughter of so many peers,

Suff. Tash! my good lord! this saperficial tale So many captains, gentlemen, and soldiers,

Is but a preface of her worthy praise : That in this quarrel have been overtbrown,

The chief perfections of that lovely dame And sold their bodies for their country's benefil,

(Had I sufficient skill to utter them), Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace ?

Would make a volume of enticing lines, Have we not lost most part of all the towns,

Able to ravish any dull conceit. By treason, falsehood, and by treachery,

And, which is more, she is not so divine, Our great progenitors had conquered !-

So fall replete with choice of all delights, 0, Warwick, Warwick ! I foresee with grief,

But, with as humble lowliness of mind, The utter loss of all the realm of France.

She is content to be at your command

; War. Be patient, York : if we conclude a peace,

Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents, It shall be with such strict and severe covenants,

To love and honour Henry as her lord. As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.

K. Hen. And otherwise will l'enry ne'er presume. Enter Charles, attended ; Alencon, Bastard, Therefore, my lord protector, give consent, Reignier, and others.

That Margaret may be England's royal queen. Char. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed, Glo. So should I give consent to flatter sin. That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in Franoe, You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd We come to be informed by yourselves

Unto another lady of esteem; What the conditions of that league must be.

How shall we then dispense with that contract, York. Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes And not deface your honour with reproach? The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,

Suff. As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths; By sight of these our baleful enemies.

Or one, that, at a triumph having vow'd Win. Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus : To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists That-in regard king Henry gives consent,

By reason of his adversary's odds : Of mere compassion, and of lenity,

A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds, To ease your country of distressful war,

And therefore may be broke without offence. And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace.

Glo. Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than You shall become true liegemen to his crown: Her father is no better than an earl,

(that! And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear Although in glorious titles he excel. To pay him tribute, and submit thyself,

Suff "Yes, my good lord, her father is a king, Thou shalt be plac'd as viceroy under him,

The king of Naples, and Jerasalem; And still enjoy thy regal dignity.

And of such great authority in France, Alen. Must he be then as shadow of himself! As his alliance will confirm our peace, Adorn his temples with a coronet;

And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance. And yet, in substance and authority,

Glo. And so the earl of Armagnac may do, Retain but privilege of a private man?

Because he is pear kinsman unto Charles. This proffer is absurd and reasonless.

Exe. Beside, his wealth doth warrant liberal dower; Char. "Tis known already, that I am posses. 'd While Reignier sooner will receive, tban give. With more than half the Gallian territories,

Suff. A dower, my lords ! disgrace not so your king, And therein reverenc'd for their lawful king : That he should be so abject, base, and poor, Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,

To choose for wealth, and not for perfect love. Detract so much from that prerogative,

Henry is able to enrich his queen, As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole !

And not to seek a queen to make him rich: No, lord ambassador ; I'll rather keep

So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,

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