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Oar nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! This seven years did not Talbot see his son ;
The period of thy tyranny approacheth.

And now they meet where both their lives are
On us thou canst not enter, but by death :

done. For, I protest, we are well fortified,

York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have,
And strong enough to issue out and fight :

To bid his young son welcome to his grave
If thou reure, the Dauphin, well appointed, Away! Vexation almost stops my breath,
Stands with the shares of war to tangle thee : That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, Lucy, farewell: no more may fortune can,
To wall thee from the liberty of flight:

But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.-
And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay.

(Exit. And pale destruction meets thee in the face.

Lucy. Thus while the vulture of sedition
Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament, l'eeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
To rive their dangerous artillery

Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
Upon no christian soul but English Talbot.

The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man, That ever-living man of meniory,
of an invincible unconquer'd spirit:

Henry the fifth :-Whiles they each other cross,
This is the latest glory of thy praise,

Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. (Ezit.
That I, thy enemy, due thee withal ;
For ere the glass, lhat now begins to run,

SCENE IV.-Other Plains of Gascony.
Finish the process of his sandy hour,

Enter SOMERSET, with his Forces, an OFFICER of
These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,

TALBOT's with him.
Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now:

[Drum afar off. This expedition was by York, and Talbot,
Hark! hark ! The Dauphin's drum, a warning belt, Too rashly plotted ; all our general force
Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
Aud mine shall ring thy dire departure out.

Might with a sally of the very town

Be backled with : the over-daring Talbot
(Ereunt General, &c. from the Walls.
Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;---

Hath sullied all his gloss of foriner honour,
Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. York set him on to fight, and die in shame,

By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure: 0, negligent and heedless discipline

That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale;
A little herd of England's timorous deer,

Off. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me

Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid.
Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs !
li we be English deer, be then in blood + :

Enter Sir WILLIAM Lucy.
Not rascal-liket to fall down with a pinch;

Som. How now, Sir William ? Whither were you
But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags,

sent! Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, Lucy. Whither, my lord ? From bought and sold And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:

lord Talbott;
Sell every man his life as dear as mine,

Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. Cries out for noble Yurk and Somerset,
God, and Saint George ! Talbot, and England's right! To beat assailing death from his weak legions.
Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! (Exeunt. And whiles the honourable captain there

Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
SCENE III.-Plains in Gascony.

And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue,

You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
Enter YORK, with Forces ; to him a MESSENGER.

Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, Let not your private discord keep away
That dogg'd the mighiy army of the Dauphin? The levied succours that should lend him aid,

Mess. They are return'd, my lord ; and give it out, while he, renowned noble gentleman,
That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,

Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,
By your espials were discovered

Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,
Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led; And Talbot perisheth by your default.
Which join'd with him, and made their march for Som. York set him on, York should have sent

him aid.
York. A plague upon that villain Somerset; Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
That thus delays my promised supply

Swearing, that you with bold his levied lost,
Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege ! Collected for this expedition.
Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid ;

Som. York lies; he might have sent and had the
And I am lowted || by a traitor villain,

And cannot help the noble chevalier :

I owe him little duty, and less love;
God comfort him in this necessity !

And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending,
If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of

Enter Sir William Lucy.

Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English Never to England shall he bear his life ; strength,

Bot dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife. Never so needful on the earth of France,

Som. Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ;

Who now is girdled with a waist of iron,

Within six hours they will be at his aid.
And hemm'd about with grim destruction:

Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en, or slain:
To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! To Bourdeaux, York! For fiy he could not, if he would have ded;
Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour. And fly would Talbot never, though he might.

York. O God! that Somerset-who in proud heart Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu !
Doth stop my cornets-were in Talbot's place! Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in
So should we save a valiant gentleman,


By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
Mad ire, and wrathtul fury, makes me weep, SCENE V.-The English Camp near Bourdeaur.
That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
Lucy. O send some succour to the distressed lord!

Enter Talbot and John his Son.
York. He dies, we lose ; I break my warlike word : Tal. Oyo

ing John Talbot ! I did send for thee, We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; To tutor ihee in stratagems of war; All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.

That Tal' ol's name might be in thee revived, Lucy. Then, God lake mercy on brave Talbot's When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, soul!

Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
Ard on his son young John; whom, two hours since, But,-0 malignant and ill-boding stars !
I wet in travel towards his warlike father!

• Expended, consumed.
• Endue, honour. + In high spirits. + Alluding to the tale of Prometheus.

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And now they meet where we mere

York. Alas! what joy shall sobie false set
To tid his 1 oung son we.com te ist?'
Ivay! Vexa o 1 a/most steps apie
Thai sunder'd inel de creet in the bed
Lucy, farewell: no mure resist
! But cure the cause I cannot 26 -

Vanne, Blois, Puictiers, and Tour It wat in
'Long wi of Somerset, and be drink,

Lucy. Thas while the ruite en
Ilerds in the boom of such great
Sieeping veglection doch betray na oss
The conquest of our Karce-cold cupen,
That ever living man of meniunt,
Henry the fifth :- Whiles the mach other create
Laves, hopours, lands, and avi, bety is 3

SCEVE IT.-Other Plass of Germany
Enter SOMERSET, with his Furcia, a 01733

TALBOT's with dia.
Som. It is too late ; I carrot send them 07:
Tuis expedition was by York, ex In beste
To rashi; plotted; 21 ocr generallar
Vizht with a sally of the resy 2002
Be backled with the overdanza Talbot
Hath sulised all his gloss of busine! Desat,
By this uuheedtul, desperate, vis ad rezer
York set him on to tight, and die in


Thai, Taibot dead, grral Fork inte

09. Here is Sir William Luer, sse !
Sel from our o'er-match'd forces torta

Enter Sir Willia Locr.
Som. How now, Sir Witam! Whither ser

Lucy. Whither, my lord ! Prom boseyho 2013

lord Talbot:;
Who, ringd about with bold adrersity,
Cries out for poble Yusk and Surent
To beat assailing death from his inak kias
And while the honourable captain there

Now thon art come unto a feast of death,

Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care ;
A terrible and unavoided · danger :

Art not thou weary, John How dost thou fare?
Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse ; Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape

Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?
By sudden flight: come, dally not, begone.

Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead;
John. Is my name Talbot? And am I your soni The help of one stands me in little stead.
And shall I Äy 1 0, if you love my mother, 0, too much folly is it, well I wot,
Dishonour noi her honourable name,

To hazard all our lives in one small boal.
To make a bastard, and a slave of me :

If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
The world will say-He is not Talbot's blood,

Tomorrow I shall die with mickie age :
That basely ned, when noble Talbot stood.

By me they nothing gain, an if I stay,
Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slaill. 'Tis but the shortening of my life one day :
John. He, that flies so, will ne'er return again. In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure tu die. My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's
John. Then let me stay ; and, father, do you fly :

fame :
Your loss is great, so your regard + should be ; All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay ;
My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. All these are saved, if thou wilt tiy away.
Upon my death the French can little boast;

John. The sword of Orieans hath not made me
In yours they will, in you all hopes are losi.

smart, Flight cannot stain the honour you have won ; These words of yours draw life-blood from my But mine it will, that no exploit have done :

heart: You fled for 'vantage, every one will swear ;

On that advantage, bought with such a shamo, But, if I bow, they'll say-it was for fear.

(To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame,) There is no hope that ever I will stay,

Before young Talbot from old Talbol fly,
If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away.

The coward horse, that bears me, fail and die !
Here, on my knee, I beg mortality,

And like me to the peasant boys of France ; Rather than life preserved with infamy:

To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance!
Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in vse Surely, by all the glory you have won,
tomb !

And if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's Then talk no more of nliulit, it is no boot;

If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go.

Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
John. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe. Thou Icarus ; thy life to me is sweet :
Tal. Part of thy father may be saved in thee. If thou will fight, tight by thy father's sile ;
John. No part of him, but will be shame in me. And, commendable proved, lel's die in pride.
Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not

(Ereuni. Jose it.

SCENE VII.-- Another Part of the same. John. Yes, your renowned name; Shall flight abuse it?

Alarums : Excursions.-Enter Talbot wounded, Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from

supported by a SERVANT. that stain.

Tal. Where is my other life ?- Mine own is gonoi John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. 0, where's young Talbot? Where is valiant John ! If death be so apparent, then both Ny.

Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity •! Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and Young Talbot's valour makes me smile ai thee:die?

When he perceived me shrink, and on niy kuce, My age was never tainted with such shame.

His bloody sword he brandish'd over me, John. And shall my youth be guilty of such And, like a hungry lion, did commence blame?

Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience ;
No more can I be sever'd from your side,

But when my angry guardant stood alovo
Than can yourself yourselt in twain divide :

Tendering my ruin t, and assail'd of none,
Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;

Dizzy-eyed fury, and great rage of heart,
For live I will not, if my father die.

Suddenly made him from my side to start
Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,

Into the clustering battle of the French :
Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.

And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
Come, side by side together live and die ;

His overmounting spirit; and there died
And soul with soul from France to heaven fiy.

My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

Enter Soldiers, bearing the Body of Joan TALBOT. SCENE VI.--A Field of Battle.

Serv. O my dear lord ! Lo, where your son is

borne! Alarum : Excursions, wherein TALBOT's Son is

Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him.

to scorn,
Tal. Saint George and victory! Fight, soldiers, Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,

Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
The regent hath with Talbot broke his word,

Two Talbots, winged through the lither* sky,
And left us to the rage of France his sword.

In thy despite, shall 'scape mortality -
Where is John Talboty-Pause, and take thy breath; 10 thou whose wounds become hard-favoard death,
I gave thee life, and rescued 'thee from death.

Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath :
John. O twice my father! Twice am I thy son : Brave death by speaking, whether he will, or no;
The life, thou gavest me first, was lost and done;

Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.-
Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate,

Poor boy! he smiles, methinks; as who should
To my determined I time thou gavest new date.

sayTai. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword Had death been French, then death had died tostruck fire,

day. It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,

My spirit can no longer bear these harms. Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage, Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have, Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Bugundy,

Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.

(Dies. The ireful bastard Orleans that drew blood

Alarums.-Ereunt SOLDIERS and SBRVANT, leci ing
From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood
Of thy first fight-1 soon encountered ;

the two Bodies.-Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, BUBAnd, interchanging blows, I quickly shed

GUNDY, BASTARD, LA PUCELLE, and Forces. Some of his bastard blood ; and, in disgrace,

Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in. Bespoke him thus : Contaminated, base,

We should have found a bloody day of this. And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,

Bast. Ilow the young whelp or Talbot's, raging: Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine,

wood ģ, Which thou didsi force from Talbot, my brave boy:- Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood ! Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,

• Death stained and dishonoured with capuvity • For unavoidable.

Watching me with tenderpes in my tali. Your care of your own safely. 1 Ended. Flexible, yielding.

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You, his false hopes, the trust of E:22

And, in adräntage Vingring, 1 niko for texta
keep it aloof with worthless emelstad.
Let not your private discord keep away
While he, renowned poble gentlemas,
Vields up his life unto a world of odds
Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Berganti
Hlençon, Reignier, compass him aborila

The levied succours that she'rlile

And Talbot perisheth by your detae.L

Sun. York set him ou, York sboald !

hina aid.

Lucy. And York as fast ape rouren Swearing, that you withheld bis lerned lax S. York Jies, he might hare sex241

Collected for this expedition

horse :

owe him little duty, and less lose;


ever to England shall he bear it


and take foul scorn, to fawn o bira bren's

Lucy. The fraud of England, not the 2017 ath now entrarp d the noble minded Sot dies, betray's to fortune bo

Som. Come, go; I will dispatch the he Sithin six hour they will be at id,

Lucy. Too late comes resue, he
er fly be could not, if he was relea
nd fly would Talbot derer,

S 17. If he be dead, brave Talat !
Lucy. His fame lives in the worid, 18.
SCEVE 1,- The Engliek Canyos


Fnter TALBOT and Jogy kis hele

Tel. O joung John Talbot! I did andre

Intor thee in strata. Cms of sal, hat lol's name might be in the form hen sapless aze, and weak week Bould bring thy father in hd 21,- malignant and ill-bodine u

Fypended, consumed.

Aliuding to the tale of Propeller Sir. From one utterly ruined by the

mractices of others.

Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought,
Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a mald: It was both impious and unnatural,
But-with a proud, majestcal, high scorn,

That such immanity and bloody strife
He answer'd thus; Young Talbot was not born Should reign among professors of one faith.
To be the pillage of a giglot* wench:

Glo. Beside, my lord,--the sooner to effect, So, rushing in the bowels of the French,

And surer bind this knot of amity, He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.

The earl of Armagnac-near knit to Charles, Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble A man of great authority in France, knight :

Proffers his only daughter to your grace See, where he lies inhersed in the arms

In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. Of the most bloody nurser of his harms.

K. Hen. Marriage, uncle! Alas! my years are Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones

young ; asunder;

And fitter is my study and my books, Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Than wanton dalliance with a paramour. Chur. O, no; forbear: for that which we have Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please, Aed

So let them have their answers every one: During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

I shall be well content with any choice, Enter Sir WILLIAM Lucy, attended ; a French He. Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal. rald preceding.

Enter a LECATE, and two AMBASSADORS, with WIN Lucy. Herald, Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know

CHESTER, ir a Cardinals Habit. Who hath obtai'd the glory of the day.

Ere. What! is my lord of Winchester installid,
Char. On what submissive message ari thon sent? And call'd unto a cardinal's degree !
Lucy. Submission, Dauphin ? 'Tis a mere French Then, I perceive, that will be verified,

Henry the fifth did sometime prophesy,–
We Engiish warriors wot not what it means. If once he come to be a cardinal,
I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en,

He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.
And to survey the bodies of the dead.

K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits Char. For prisoners ask’st thou? Hell oar prison Have been consider'd and debated on. is.

Your purpose is both good and reasonable : Bút tell me whom thon seek'st.

And, therefore, are we certainly resolved Luc. Where is the great Alcides of the field,

To draw conditions of friendly peace; Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury ?

Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean Created, for his rare success in arms,

Shall be transported presently to France. Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence ;

Glo. And for the proifer of my lord your master,Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchintield,

I have inform'd his bighness so at large, Lord Strange of Blackniere, lord Verdun of Alton, As-liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, Lord Cromwell of Wingtield, lord Furnival of Her beauty, and the value of her dower,Sheffield,

He doth intend she shall be England's queen. The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge;

K. Hen. In argument and proofs of which contract, Knight of the noble order of Saint George, Bear her this jewel, (?o the Amb.) pledge of my Worthy Saint Michael, and the golden fieece;

affection. Great mareshal to Henry the sixth,

And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, Of all his wars within the realm of France ? And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd, Puc. Here is a silly stately style, indeed!

Commit them to the fortune of the sea. The Turk, that two and tiity kingdoms hath,

(Exeunt King Henry and Train; Gloster, Writes not so tedious a style as this.

Ereter, and Ambassadors. Him, that thou magnitiest with all these titles, Win. Stay, my lord legate ; you shall first reSuinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our teet.

ceive Lucy." Is Talbot slain; the Frenchmau's only The sum of money, which I promised scourge,

Should be deliver's to his holiness Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis ? For clothing me in these grave ornaments. 0, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,

Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces! Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow, 0, that I could but call these dead to life!

Or be inferior to the proudest peer. It were enough to fright the realm of France ; Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, Were but his picture left among you here, That, neither in birth, or for authority, It would amaze + the proudest of you all.

The bishop will be overborne by thee: Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee, And give them burial as beseems their worth. Or sack this country with a mutiny. (Ereunt.

Puc. I think this apstart is old Talbot's ghost, He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.

SCENE II.-France.- Plains in Anjou. Por God's sake, let him have 'em ; to keep them here,

Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA Po. They would bnt stink, and putrify the air.

CELLE, and Forces, marching. Char. Go, take their bodies hence.

Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our droopLucy. I'll bear them hence :

ing spirits : But from their ashes shall be rear'd

'Tis said, the stont Parisians do revolt, A phenix that shall make all France afcard. And turn again into the warlike French. Char. So we be rid of them, do with them what Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of thou wilt.

France, And now to Paris, in this conquering vein; And keep not back your powers in dalliance. All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

Puc. Peace be aniongst them, if they turn to us;

Exeunt. Else, ruin combat with their palaces !

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

Mess. Success unto our valiant general,

And happiness to his accomplices 1 Entär King HENRY, GLOSTER, and EXETER.

Char. What tidings send our scouts ? I pr'ythee, K. Hen. Have you perused the letters from the

speak. pope,

Mess. The English army, that divided was The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac ?

Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one ; Glo. I havé, my lord ; and their intent is this,- And means to give you baitle presently. They humbly sue unto your excellence,

Char. Somewhat too sudden, Sirs, the warning is ; To have a godly peace concluded of,

But we will presently provide for them. Between the realms of England and of France. Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there;

K. Ien. How doth your grace affect their motion? Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.

Glo. Well, my good lord ; and as the only means Puc. Of all base passious, fear is most accursed :To stop effusion of our Christian blood,

Comuand the conquest, Charles, it shall be thuine ; And 'stablish quietness on every side.

Let llenry fret, and all the world repine. • Wanton. + Confound.

Barbarity, savageness.

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Char. Then on, my lords; and France be fortu., 9, stay I have no power to let her pass ;

(Ezit. My hand would free her, but my heart says-n0.

As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
SCENE III.-The Same.-Before Angiers. Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
Alarums: Ercursions.-Enter LA PUCELLE.

So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.

Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak : Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind : fy

Fie, De la Poolel Disable not thyself; Now help ye charming spells, and periapts * ; Hast not a tongue ? Is she not here thy prisoner? And ye choice spirits that admonish me,

Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight? And give me signs of future accidents ! [Thunder. Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, You speedy helpers, that are substitutes

Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough. Under the lordly monarch of the north t,

Mar. Say, earl of Suffolk,-if thy name be so-, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!

What ransome must I pay before I pass ?

For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner.

Suf. How canst thou tell, she will deny thy sait, This speedy quick appearance argues proof

Before thou make a trial of her love? (Aside. of your accustom'd diligence to me.

Mar. Why speak'st thou not? What ransomne must Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd

I pay ! Out of the powerful regions under earth,

Suf. She's beautiful; and therefore to be woo'd: Help me this once, that France may get the field. She is a woman : therefore to be won. [They walk about, and speak not.


Mar. Wilt thou accept of rapsome, yea, or no ? 0, hold me not with silence over-long!

Suf. Fond man ! remember, that thou hast a wife: Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, Then how can Margaret be thy paramour ? (Aside. I'll lop a member off, and give it you,

Mar. I were best leave him, for he will not hear. In earnest of a further benefit ;

Suf. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card. So you do condescend to help me now.

Mur. He talks at random, sure the man is mad, (They hang their Heads. No hope to have redress ?-My body shall

Suf. And yet a dispensation may be had.

Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me. Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.

Suf. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom? (They shake their Heads. Why, for my king : Tush! that's a wooden thing t. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice,

Mar. He ialks of wood : it is some carpenter. Entreat you to your wonted furtherance ?

Suf. Yet so my fancy t may be satisfied, Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all,

And peace established between these realms. Before that England give the French the foil.

But there remains a scruple in that too :

[They depart. For though her father be the king of Naples, See! they forsake me. Now the time is come,

Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
That France must vail | her lofty-plumed crest,
And let her head fall into England's lap.

And our nobility will scorn the match. [Aside.

Mar. Hear ye, captain ? Are you not at leisure ? My ancient incantations are too weak,

Suf. It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much : And hell too strong for me to buckle with: Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. [Erit. Madam, I have a 'secret to reveal.

Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield. Alarums.- Enter French and English fighting.-LA

Mar. What though I be enthrall'd? He seems a PUCELLE and YORK fight Hand to Hand.-LA


And will not any way dishonour me.
POCELLE is taken.-The French fly.


Suf. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescued by the French; fast;

And then I need not crave his courtesy. (Aside. Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms, Suf. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause, And try if they can gain your liberty.

Mar. Tush ! women have been captivate ere A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!

(Aside. See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you so ? As if, with Circe, she would change my shape. Mar. I cry you mercy, 'lis but quid for quo. Puc. Changed to a worser shape thou canst not bt. Suf. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose

York. 0, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man ; Your bondage happy, to be made a queen ? No shape but his can please your dainty eye. Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and Than is a slave in base servility; thee!

For princes should be free, And may ye both be suddenly surprized

Suf. And so shall you,
By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! If happy England's royal king be free.
York. Fell, banning ý hag ! Enchantress, hold thy Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me ?

Suf. I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen ;
Puc. I proythee, give me leave to curse awhile. To put a golden sceptre in thy hand,
York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to And set a precious crown upon thy head,
the stake.

(Ereunt. If thou wilt condescend to be my

Mar. What ?
Alarums.-Enter SUFFOLK, leading in Lady MAR- Suf. His love.

Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.

Suf. No, gentle madam ; I unworthy am
(Gazes on her.

To woo so fair a dame to be his wife, O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;

And have no portion in the choice myself. For I will touch' thee but with reverent hands, How say you, madam; are you so content ? And lay them gently on thy tender side.

Mar. An if my father please, I am content. I kiss these fingers (Kissing her Hand.] for eternal Suf. Then call our captains, and our colours,

forth : peace : Who art thou ? Say, that I may honour thee. And, madam, at your father's castle walls Mar. Margaret my name; and daughter to a We'll crave a parley, to confer with him. king,

[Troops come forward The king of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.

A Parley sounded.--Enter REIGNIER, on the Walls. Suf. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd. Suf. See, Regnier, see thy daughter, prisoner. Be not offended, nature's miracle,

Reig. To whom? Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me :

Suf. To me. So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,

Reig. Suffolk, what remedy? Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings I am a soldier ; and unapt to weep, Yet, if this servile usage once offend,

Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness. Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.

Suf. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord : [She turns away as going Consent, and, (for thy honour, give consent,)

Thy daughter shall be wedded to ny king;
• Charms made up.
+ The north
was supposed to be the

particular • 'Do not represent thyself so weak.' habitation of bad spirits.

Lower. + An awkward business, an undertaking not $ To ban is to curse.

likely to succeed.




Whom I with pain hare wood and won thereto; War. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage!
And this her easy-held imprisonment

York. This argues what her kind of life hath been;
Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty. Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
Reig. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks i

Shep. Pie, Joan that thou wilt be so obstacle! Suf. Fair Margaret knows,

God knows, thou art & collop of my flesh;
That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign

And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
Reig. Upon thy princely warrant, I descend, Dery me not, I prøythee, gentle Joan.
To give thee answer of thy just demand.

Puc. Peasant, avaunt - You have suborn'd this (Exit from the Walls.

man, Suf. And here I will expect thy coming.

of purpose to obscure my noble birth.

Shep. 'Tis true, I
Trumpets sounded.- Enter REIGNIER, below.

gave a boble to the priest,

The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
Reig. Welcome, brave earl, into our territories; Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. Wilt thou not stoop ? Now cursed be the time

Suf. Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child, of thy nativity! I would the milk
Pit to be made companion with a king :

Thy mother gave thee, when thou suck'dst her
What answer makes your grace unto my suit !

Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth, Had been a little ratshane for thy sake!
To be the princely bride of such a lord ;

Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
Upon condition I may quietly

I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee ! Enjoy inine own, the county Maine, and Anjou, Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab ? Free from oppression, or the stroke of war,

0, burn her, buru her; hanging is too good. (Exil. My daughter shall be Henry's, it he please.

York. Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
Suf. That is her rausome, I deliver her;

To fill the world with vicious qualities.
And those two counties, I will underlake,

Puc. First, let ine tell you whom you liare con-
Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.

demi'd :
Reig. And I aga n,-in Henry's royal name, Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
As deputy unto that gracious king,

But issued from the progeny of kings;
Give thee her hand, tor sign of plighted faith.

Virtuous, and lioly ; chosen from above,
Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingiy thanks, By mspiration of celestial grace,
Because this is in trattic of a king;

To work exceeding miracles on earth.
And yet, methinks, I could be well content

I never had to do with wicked spirits :
To be mine own attorney in this case. 1 Aside. But you,—that are polluted with your lusts,
I'll over then to England with this news,

Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
And make this marriage to be solemnized :

Corrupt, and tainted with a thousand vices, -
So, farewell, Reignier! Set this diamond safe Because you want the grace that others have,
In golden palaces, as it becomes.

You judge it straight a thing impossible
Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace

To compass wonders, but by help of devils.
The Christian prince, king Henry, were he here. No, misconceived t! Joan of Arc hath been
Mur. Farewell, my lord! Good wishes, praise, A virgin from her tender infancy,
and prayers,

Chaste and immaculate in very thought ;
Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. (Going. Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
Suf. Farewell, sweet madaın! But hark you, Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.

York. Ay, ay :-Away with her to execution.
No princely commendations to my king?

War. And hark ye, Širs; because she is a maid,
Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, Spare for no faggots, let there be enough;
A virgin, and his servant, say to hini.

Piace barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake, Suf. Words sweetly placed, and modestly di. That so her torture may be shortened. rected.

Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts !
But, madam, I must trouble you again,

Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity ;
No lo ing tokeu to liis majesty ?

That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.-
Mar. Yes, my good lord; a pure unspotted lieart, I am with child, ye bloody homicides :
Never yet taint with love, I send the king.

Murder not then ibe fruit within my womb, Suf. And this withal.

(Kisses her. Although ye hale me to a violent death. Mar. That for thy self;-I will not so presume, York. Now heaven forefend! The holy maid To send such peevisn t tokens to a king.

with child? (Exeunt Reignier and Margaret. War. The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought: Suf. O, wert thou for myself -But, Suffolk, stay ; Is all your strict preciseness come to this? Thou may'st not wander in that labyrinth;

York. She and the Dauphin have been juggling :
There Mino laurs, and ugly treasons, lurk.

I did imagine what would be her refuge.
Solicit Henry with her wond'rous praise :

War. Well, go to; we will have no bastards live;
Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount ;

Especially, since Charles must father it.
Mad 1, natural graces that extinguish art;

Puc. You are deceived; my child is none of his;
Repeat their semblance often on the seas,

It was Alençon that enjoy'd niy lore.
That, when thou corest to kneel at Henry's feet,

York. Alençon ! that notorious Machiavel!
Thou may'st bereave him of his wits with wonder. It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.

(Erit. Puc. 0, give me leave, I have deluded you ; SCENE IV.-Camp of the Duke of York, in Anjou. But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.

'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the duke I named, Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others.

War. A married man! That's most intolerable.

York. Why, here's a girl! I think, she knows not York. Bring forth that sorceress, condemn'd to


There were so many, whom she may accuse. Enter La PUCELLI, guarded, and a SHEPHERD. War. It's sign she hath been liberal and free.

York. And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure

.. Shep. Ah, Joan ! this kills tby father's heart out. Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat, and thee : right!

Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
Have I sought every country far and near,

Puc. Then lead me hence ;-with whom I leave
And, now it is my chance to find thee out,

my curse,
Must I bebold thy timeless Ø cruel death?
Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee! May never glorious son reflex his beanis

Upon the country where you make abode!
Puc. Decrepit miser! Base ignoble wretch !

But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
I am descended of a gentler blood ;

Environ you; till mischief, and despair,
Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine.
Shep. Out, out: -My lords, an please you, 'lis Drive you to break your necks, or hang yourselves!

(Erit guarded. not 50;

York. Break thou in pieces, and consume to ashes,
I did beget her, all the parish knows :

Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
Her mother liveth yet, can testify
She was the first-fruit of my bachelorship,

• A corruption of obstinate.
• Play the hypocrite.


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