BUR. Doubtless, he would have made a noble knight: See, where he lies inhersed in the arms

Of the most bloody nurfer of his harms.

BAST. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones afunder; Whofe life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.

CHAR. O, no; forbear: for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY, attended; a French Herald preceding.

Lucr. Herald,

Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know

Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.

CHAR. On what fubmiffive meffage art thou fent?

Lucr. Submiffion, Dauphin? 'tis a mere French word; We English warriors wot not what it means.

I come to know what prifoners thou haft ta'en,

And to furvey the bodies of the dead.

CHAR. For prifoners ask'ft thou? hell our prifon is. But tell me whom thou feek'ft.

Luc. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury?

Created, for his rare fuccefs in arms,

Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence;

Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,

Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdum of Alton,
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of Sheffield,
The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge;

Knight of the noble order of faint George,
Worthy faint Michael, and the golden fleece;

Great marefhal to Henry the fixth,

Of all his wars within the realm of France?
Puc. Here is a filly ftately ftile, indeed!
The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,

Writes not fo tedious a ftile as this.

Him, that thou magnify'ft with all these titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

Lucr. Is Talbot flain; the Frenchmen's only fcourge, Your kingdom's terror and black Nemefis?

O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,
That I, in rage, might fhoot them at your faces!
O, 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 them hence,
And give them burial as befeems their worth.

Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,

He speaks with fuch a proud commanding spirit.
For God's fake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
They would but ftink, and putrefy the air.
CHAR. Go, take their bodies hence.

Lucr. I'll bear them hence :

But from their ashes shall be rear'd

A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.

[wilt.

CHAR. So we be rid of them, do with them what thou

And now to Paris, in this conquering vein;

All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's flain. [Exeunt.

ACT V

SCENE I. London.

A Room in the Palace.

Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and EXETER.

K. HEN. Have you perus'd the letters from the pope,

The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac ?

GLO. 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. HEN. How doth your grace affect their motion? GLO. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To ftop effufion of our Christian blood,

And 'ftablifh quietnefs on every fide.

K. HEN. 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.
GLO. Befide, my lord,-the fooner to effect,
And furer bind, this knot of amity,-
The earl of Armagnac-near knit 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. HEN. Marriage, uncle? alas! my years are young;

And fitter is my ftudy and my books,

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.

Yet, call the ambaffadors; and, as you please,
So let them have their anfwers every one:
I fhall be well content with any choice,

Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.
Enter a LEGATE, and two Ambaffadors, with WIN-
CHESTER in a Cardinal's habit.

EXE. What is my lord of Winchester inftall'd,
And call'd unto a cardinal's degree!

Then, I perceive, that will be verify'd,
Henry the fifth did fometime prophecy,-
If once he come to be a cardinal,

He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.

K. HEN. My lords ambassadors, your several suits Have been confider'd and debated on.

Your purpose is both good and reasonable:
And, therefore, are we certainly refolv'd
To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean
Shall be transported presently to France.

GLO. And for the proffer of my lord your master,
I have inform'd his highness so at large,
As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
Her beauty, and the value of her dower,—
He doth intend fhe fhall be England's queen.

K. HEN. In argument and proof of which contract,
Bear her this jewel, [to the Amb.] pledge of my
affection.
And fo, my lord protector, fee them guarded,
And fafely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd,
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

[Exeunt King HENRY and Train; GLOSTER, EXETER, and Ambaffadors.

WIN. Stay, my lord legate; you fhall firft receive The fum of money, which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his holiness

For clothing me in these

grave ornaments.

LEG. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
WIN. Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer.

Humphry of Glofter, thou shalt well perceive,
That, neither in birth, or for authority,
The bishop will be overborne by thee:

I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee,
Or fack this country with a mutiny.

SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou.

[Exeunt.

Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and Forces, marching.

CHAR. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping Tis faid, the ftout Parifians do revolt,

And turn again unto the warlike French.

[fpirits:

ALEN. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Elfe, ruin combat with their palaces!

Enter a MESSENGER.

MESS. Succefs unto our valiant general,

And happiness to his accomplices!

CHAR. What tidings send our scouts? I pr'ythee, fpeak.

MESS. The English army, that divided was

Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one ;
And means to give you battle presently.

CHAR. Somewhat too fudden, firs, the warning is;

But we will presently provide for them.

BUR. I truft, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.

Puc. Of all bafe paffions, fear is moft accurs'd:Command the conqueft, Charles, it fhall be thine; Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.

CHAR. Then on, my lords; And France be fortunate!

SCENE III. The fame. Before Angiers.

Alarums: Excurfions. Enter LA PUCELLE.

[Exeunt.

Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.Now help, ye charming fpells, and periapts;

ye

And
choice fpirits that admonish me,
And give me signs of future accidents !
You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
Under the lordly monarch of the north,
Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!

[Thunder.