And to furvey the bodies of the dead.

Char. For prisoners afk't thou? hell our prifonia, But tell me whom thou feek'st?

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field,
Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury?
Created, for his rare fuccefs in arms,

Great Earl of Wafford, Waterford, and Valence,
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and. Urchinfield;

Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
Lord Cromwel of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffeild,
The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge,
Knight of the noble Order of St. George,
Worthy St. Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
Great Marshal to our King Henry the Sixth
Of all his wars within the realm of France.

Pucel. Here is a filly, ftately, ftile, indeed:
The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not fo tedious a file as this.

Him that thou magnify'ft with all these titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.
Lucy. Is Talbot flain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,
Your kingdom's terrour and black Nemefis?
Oh, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
Oh, that I could but call these dead to life,
It were enough to fright the realm of France!
Were but his picture left among you here,
It would amaze the proudest of you all.

Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial, as befeems their worth.

Pucel. I think this upftart is old Talbot's ghoft;
He fpeaks with fuch a proud commanding spirit:
For God's fake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
They would but ftink, and putrify the air...

Char. Go, take their bodies hence.
Lucy. I'll bear them hence;

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But from their afhes, Dauphin, fhall be rear'd
A Phoenix, that fhall make all France afear'd.
Char. So we be rid of them, do what thou wilt:

And now to Paris, in this conquering vein;
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's flain.

SCENE changes to England.

[Exeunte

Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, and Exeter.

K. Henry.

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Ave you perus'd the letters from the Pope, The Emperor, and the Earl of Armagnac ? Glou. I have my Lord; and their intent is this; They humbly fue unto your Excellence.

To have a godly peace concluded of,

Between the realms of England and of France.

-K. Henry. How doth your Grace affect this motion? Glou. Well, my good Lord; and as the only means To stop effufion of our Christian blood,

And ftablifh quietnefs on ev'ry fide.

K. Henry. Ay, marry, uncle, for I always thought It was both impious and unnatural,

That fuch immanity and bloody ftrife

Should reign among profeffors of one faith.

Glou. Befide, my Lord, the fooner to effect

And furer bind this knot of amity,

The Earl of Armagnac, near kin to Charles,
A man of great authority in France,

Proffers his only daughter to your Grace

In marriage, with a large and fumptuous dowry.

K Henry. Marriage? alas! my years are yet too young: And fitter is my fludy and my books,

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet call th' Ambaffadors; and, as you pleafe,
So let them have their anfwers ev'ry one.
1 fhall be well content with any choice,
Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.

Enter Winchester, and three Ambaffadors.
Exe. What, is my Lord of Winchester install'd,
And call'd unto a Cardinal's degree?
Then I perceive that will be verify'd,

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Henry

Henry the Fifth did fometime prophesy :

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If once he come to be a Cardinal,

He'll make his cap coequal with the crown,"

K. Henry. My Lords Ambaffadors, your fev'ral fuits Have been confider'd and debated on;

Your purpose is both good and reafonable:
And therefore are we certainly refolv'd
To draw conditions of a friendly peace,
Which by my Lord of Wincefter we mean
Shall be tranfported prefently to France.

your master,

Glou And for the proffer of my Lord
I have inform'd his Highnefs fo at large;
As,, liking of the Lady's virtuous gifts,
Her beauty and the value of her dower,
He doth intend fhe fall be England's Queen.

K Henry, in argument and proof of which contract,
Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection,
And fo, my Lord Protector, fee them guarded,
And fafely brought to Dover; where, infhipp'd,
Commit them to the fortune of the fea.

[Exeunt King and Train. Win. Stay, my Lord Legate, you fall fit receive The fum of money, which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his Holiness,

For cloathing me in thefe g ave ornaments.

Legate. I will attend upon your Lordship's leifure,
Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow,

Or be inferior to the proudest Peer.

Humphrey of Glofter, thou shalt well perceive,
That nor in birth, or for authority,
The Bishop will be over-borne by thee:
I'll either make thee ftoop, and bend thy knee,
Or fack this country with a mutiny.

[Exeunt,

SCENE

SCENE changes to France.

Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanfon, Baftard, Reignier, and Joan la Pucelle.

Dau.

Hefe news, my Lords, may cheer our drooping 'Tis faid, the ftout Parifians do revolt, [fpirits:

And turn again unto the warlike French

Alan. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your pow'rs in dalliance.

Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they tarn

Elfe ruin combat with their Palaces!

Enter Scout.

Scout. Succefs unto our valiant General,

And happiness to his accomplices!

to us,

Dau. What tidings fend our fcouts? I pr'ythee, fpeak.
Scout. The English army, that divided was

Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one ;
And means to give you battle prefently. T

Dau. Somewhat too fudden, Sirs, the warning is;

But we will presently provide for them.

Burg. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my Lord, you need not fear. Pucel. Of all bafe paffions fear is most accurft. Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine: Let Henry fret, and all the world repinė.

Dau. Then on, my Lords; and France be fortunatë. [Exeunt. Alarm: Excurfions. Enter Joan la Pucelle.! Pucel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fys Now help ye charming ipells and periapts; And ye choice fpirits, that admonith me, And give me figns of fature accidents; You speedy helpers, that are substitutes Under the lordly Monarch of the North, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize.

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Enter

Enter Fiends.

This fpeedy quick appearance argues proof
Of your accuftom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar fpirits, that are cull'd -
Out of the pow'rful regions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[They walk, and speak not.

Oh, hold me not with filence over long:

Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
I'll lop a member off, and give it you.
In earneft of a further benefit:
So you do condefcend to help me now.

[They bang their beads.

No hope to have redrefs? my body shall
Pay recompence, if you will grant my fuit.

[They shake their heads.

Cannot my body, nor blood-facrifice,
Intreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then, take my foul; my body, foul and all;

Before that England give the French the foil. [They depart.
See, they forlake me. Now the time is come,

That France mult vail her lofty plumed crest,

And let her head fall into England's lap.
My ancient incantations are too weak,
And hell too ftrong for me to buckle with:
Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the duft.

[Exit,

Excurfions: Pucelle and York fight hand to hand.
Pucelle is taken. The French fly.

York. Damfel of France, I think, I have you faft,
Unchain your fpirits now with fpelling 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, fhe would change my fhape.
Pucel. Chang'd to a worfer fhape thou canst not be.
York. Oh, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
No fhape, but his, can pleafe your dainty eye.

Pucel