Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the two Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, BURGUNDY, Bodies. Bastard, LA PUCELLE, and Forces. Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, We should have found a bloody day of this. Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood, So, rushing in the bowels of the French, 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. Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whose 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. Lucy. Herald, Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day. Char. On what submissive message art thou sent? Lucy. Submission, Dauphin? 'tis a mere French word; We English warriors wot not what it means. I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en, Char. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is. Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Created, for his rare success in arms, Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence; Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton, Of all his wars within the realm of France? Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed! Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles, Lucy. Is Talbot slain; the Frenchmen's only scourge, O, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd, That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces! O, that I could but call these dead to life! It were enough to fright the realm of France: It would amaze the proudest of you all. Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit. Char. Go, take their bodies hence. But from their ashes shall be rear'd A phoenix, that shall make all France afeard. Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt. And now to Paris, in this conquering vein; All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. [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 sue 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 stop effusion of our Christian blood, And 'stablish quietness on every side. K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought, It was both impious and unnatural, That such immanity and bloody strife Should reign among professors of one faith. In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. 1 K. Hen. Marriage, uncle! alas! my years are young; And fitter is my study and my books, Than wanton dalliance with a paramour. I shall be well content with any choice, Enter a Legate, and two Ambassadors, with WINCHESTER, in a Cardinal's Habit. Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester install'd, And call'd unto a cardinal's degree! Then, I perceive, that will be verified, Henry the fifth did sometime 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 consider'd and debated on. Your purpose is both good and reasonable: 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 she shall be England's queen. K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract, Bear her this jewel, [To the Amb.] pledge of my affec tion. And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, |