I think, her old familiar is asleep: Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? What, all a-mort? Rouen hangs her head for grief, Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget SCENE III. The same. The Plains near the City. Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENCON, LA PUCELLE, and Forces. Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered: Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, For things that are not to be remedied. Let frantick Talbot triumph for a while, And like a peacock sweep along his tail: We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul'd. Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, And of thy cunning had no diffidence; One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. 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, We will entice the duke of Burgundy 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; Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd from And not have title to 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 countryman. Bur. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching 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. Pue. Look on thy country, look on fertile And see the cities and the towns defac'd As looks the mother on her lowly babe, Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom, 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 bewitch'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, See then! thou fightest against thy countrymen, men. Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord; 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, And made me almost yield upon my knees.Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: My forces and my power of men are yours;So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee. Puc. Done like a Frenchman, turn, and turn again! Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh. Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, And doth deserve a coronet of gold. Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers; And seek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. Paris. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, and other Lords, VERNON, BASSET, &c. To them TALBOT, and some of his Officers. Tal. My gracious prince,-and honourable peers, Hearing of your arrival in this realm, I have a while given truce unto my wars, In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, Besides five hundred prisoners of esteem,- When I was young (as yet I am not old), [Exeunt K. HEN. GLO. TAL. and Nobles. Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Disgracing of these colours that I wear In honour of my noble lord of York, Dar'st thou maintain the former words thon spak'st? Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage The envious barking of your saucy tongue Against my lord the duke of Somerset. Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms is such, That, whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death; Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave I may have liberty to venge this wrong; you; And, after, meet you sooner than you would. [Exeunt. ACT IV. SCENE I. The same. A Room of State. Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, WARWICK, TALBOT, the Governor of Paris, and Others. Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. Win. God save King Henry, of that name the sixth! Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, [Governor kneels. That you elect no other king but him: Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends; And none your foes, but such as shall pretend Malicious practices against his state: This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! [Exeunt Gov. and his Train. Enter SIR JOHN FASTOLFE. Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais, To haste unto your coronation, |