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His over-mounting spirit; and there dy'd
My Icarus! my blossom in his pride!

Enter John Talbot, borne.
Serv. O my dear lord I lo! where your son is borne,
Tal. Thou antick death, which laugh'it us here to

Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
Two Talbot's winged through the lither sky,
In thy despight, íall 'scape mortality.
Othou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath.
Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no :
Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.
Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
• Had death been French, then death had died to day."
Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms;
My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
Soldiers, adieu: I have what I would have,
Now my old arms are young John Talbot's Grave. [Dies.


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Enter Charles, Alanson, Burgundy, Bastard and



CH A R L E s.
AD York and Somerset brought rescue in,
We should have found a bloody day of this.

Baft. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging

brood Did Aesh his puny sword in Frenchmens' blood ! Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said :

“ Thou

“ Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by' a maid.”
Bat with a proud, majestical, high scorn
He answer'd thus : " Young Talbot was not born
To be the pillage of a giglot wench."
So, rushing in the Bowels of the French,
He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.

Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble Knight:
See, where he lies inhersed in the arms
Of the most bloody nurser of his harms.

Baft. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder ;
Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.

Char. Oh, no : forbear: for that which we have fcd
During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

Enter Sir William Lucy.
Lucy. Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent, to know
Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day,

Char. On what submissive message are thou sent ?
Lucy. Submiffion, Dauphin? 'cis a meer French word,
We English warriors wot not, what it means.
I come to know what prisoners thou haft ta'en,
And to survey the bodies of the dead.

Char. For prisoners ask'st thou ? hell our prison is.
But tell me whom thou seek'ft?

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field,
Valiant lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury ?
Created, for his rare success in arms,
Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence,
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield;
Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
Lord Cromwel of Wing field, 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, stately, ftile, indeed :
The Turk, that two and fifty Kingdoms hath,
Writes not so tedious a ftile as this.
Him that thou magnify'st with all these titles,

Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

Lucy. Is Talbot Nain, the Frenchmens' 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 proudeft of you all.
Give me their bodies, that I may bear chem hence,
And give them burial as beseems their worth.

Pucel. I think, this Upstart is old Talbot's ghoft;
He speaks with such a proud commanding {pirit:
For God's sake, let him have 'em ; to keep them here,
They would but stink and putrifie the air.

Char. Go, take their bodies hence.

Lucy. I'll bear them hence;
But from their alhes, Dauphin, fhall be rear'd
A Phænix, that shall make all France afear'd.

Char. So we be rid of them, do what thou wilt :
And now to Paris, in this conq’ring vein;
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. [Exeunt

SCENE changes to England.

Enter King Henry, Gloucester, and Exeter.

*. Henry

. HAVE you perus'd the letters from the

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 effusion of our Chriftian blood,
And ftablish quietness on ev'ry side.

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


That fuch immanity and bloody Atrife
Should reign ameng professors of one Faith.

Glou. Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect
And surer 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 sumptuous dowry.

K. Henry. Marriage: alas! my years are yet too young
And fitter is my study and my books,
Than wanton dalliance with a paramour,
Yet call th' Ambassadors; and, as you please,
So let them have their answers ev'ry one.
I shall be well content with any choice,
Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.

Enter Winchester, and three Ambassadors. Ex. What, is my lord of Winchester installa, And call d unto a Cardinal's degree? Then I perceive that will be verify'd, Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesie: “ If once he come to be a Cardinal, “ He'll make his Cap cocqual with the Crown."

K. Hany. My lords Ambassadors, your sev'ral suits Have been consider'd and debated on; Your purpose is both good and reasonable : And therefore are we certainly resolv'd To draw conditions of a friendly Peace, Which by my lord of Winchester we mean Shall be transported presently to France. Glou. And for the proffer of my


your master,
I have inform’d bis Highness so at large ;
As, liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
Her beauty and the value of her dower,
He doth intend She shall be England's Queen.

K. Henry: In argument and proof of which Contract,
Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
And so, my lord Protector, see them guarded,
And safely brought to Dover; where, infhipp'd,
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

(Exeunt King and Train,

Win. Stay, my lord Legate, you shall first receive
The sum of money which I promised
Should be deliver'd to his Holiness,
For cloathing me in these grave ornaments.

Legate. I will attend upon your lord ship’s leisure.

Win. Now Winchester will not submit, 1 trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest Peer.
Humphry of Gloʻster, thou shalt well perceive,
That nor in birth, or for authority,
The Bishop will be over-borne by thee :
I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee,
Or fack this country with a mutiny,


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SCENE changes to France.

Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanson, Baftard, Reignier,

and Joan la Pucelle. Dau. HESE news, my lords, may cheer our

spirits : 'Tis faid, the stout Parisians do revolt, 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 turn to us,
Else Ruin combat with their Palaces.

Enter Scout.
Scout. Saccess unto our valiant General,
And happiness to his accomplices !

Dau. What tidings send our scouts ? I pr’ythee, speak,

Scout. The English army, that divided was
Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one ;
And means to give you battle presently.

Dau. Somewhat too sudden, 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 base passions fear is most accurs. Command the Conquest, Charles, it shall be thine :


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