Care is no cure, but rather corrofive, Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto, Baft. Search out thy wit for fecret policies, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Dau. Ay, marry, fweeting, if we could do That, France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor fhall that Nation boaft it fo with us, But be extirped from our provinces. Alan. For ever thould they be expuls'd from France, And not have title of an Earldom here. Pucel. Your honours fhall perceive how I will work, To bring this matter to the wifhed end, [Drum beats afar off. Hark, by the found of drum you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. [Here beat an English march. There goes the Talbot with his colours fpread, And all the troops of English after him. [French March. Now, in the rereward, comes the Duke and his : Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind, Summon a parley, we will talk with him. [Trumpets found a parley. Enter the Duke of Burgundy marching. Dau. A parley with the Duke of Burgundy. Burg. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? Pucel. The princely Charles of France, thy country man. Burg. What fayft thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. Dau. Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words. Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Stay, let thy humble hand-maid fpeak to thee. Burg. Speak on, but be not over-tedious. Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile France; As looks the mother 3 on her lovely babe, Behold the wounds, the most unnat❜ral wounds, Strike thofe that hurt; and hurt not those that help: Burg. Either fhe hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me fuddenly relent. Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaim on thee; Doubting thy birth, and lawful progeny. Whom join'ft thou with, but with a lordly nation 3 on her LOWLY babe,] It is plain Shakespear wrote, LOVELY babe, it answering to fertile France above, which this domeftic image is brought to illuftrate. That That will not truft thee but for profit's fake? Pucel. Done, like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again! Dau. Welcome, brave Duke! thy friendship makes us fresh. Baft. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. Alan. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, And doth deserve a Coronet of gold. Dau. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers; And seek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt. 4 Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!—] This feems to be an offering of the poet to his royal mittrefs's refentment, for Henry the Fourth's laft great turn in religion, in the year 1593. SCENE IX. Changes to PARIS. Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, Winchester, York, Suffolk, Somerfet, Warwick, Exeter, &c. To them Talbot, with his Soldiers. Tal. MY gracious Prince, and honourable Peers, Hearing of your arrival in this realm, I have a while giv'n truce unto my wars, In fign whereof, this arm (that hath reclaim'd Twelve cities, and fev'n walled towns of strength, Afcribes the glory of his Conquest got, Firft to my God, and next unto your Grace. K. Henry. Is this the fam'd lord Talbot, uncle Glofter, That hath fo long been refident in France? Glou. Yes, if it please your Majefty, my Liege. K. Henry. Welcome, brave Captain, and victorious lord. When I was young, (as yet I am not old) [Exeunt. Manent Manent Vernon and Baffet. Ver. Now, Sir, to you that were so hot at sea, Difgracing of these colours that I wear In honour of my noble lord of York; Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'ft? Baf. Villain, thou know'ft, the law of arms is fuch, I may have liberty to venge this wrong; Ver. Well, mifcreant, I'll be there as foon as you; And, after meet you fooner than you would. [Exeunt. wrote, 5 That, whofe draws a fword, 'tis present death; ] Shakespear draws a fword i'th' prefence 't's death; i. e. in the Court, or in the prefence Chamber. ACT |