Enter John Talbot, born.

Serv. O my dear lord! lo, where your fon is born. Tal. Thou antick death, which laugh'ft us here to scorn, Anon, from thy infulting tyranny,

Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,

Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.

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O thou, whose wounds become hardfavour'd death,
Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath.
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.

ACT V. SCENE I.

Continues near Bourdeaux.

Enter Dauphin, Alanfon, Burgundy, Bastard, and Pucelle.

DAUPHIN.

[AD York and Somerset brought rescue in,

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We should have found a bloody day of this.

Baft. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging brood

Did flesh his puny fword in Frenchmen's blood!

Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I faid:
Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid.
But, with a proud, majestical, high scorn,
He anfwer'd thus: Young Talbot was not born

-----yield thy breath.

Brave death by fpeaking, whether he will or no:

Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.

Poor boy, he fmiles, methinks, as who should fay,
Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
Come, come, &c.

To

To be the pillage of a giglot wench.

So, rufhing in the bowels of the French,

He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.

Burg. Doubtlefs, he would have made a noble knight: See where he lies inherfed in the arms

Of the most bloody nurser of his harms.

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

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

Enter Lucy.

Lucy. Herald, conduct me to the dauphin's tent,
Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.

Dau. On what submislive message art thou sent ?
Lucy. Submission, dauphin? 'tis a mere French word:
We English warriours wot not what it means.

I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta’en,

And to furvey the bodies of the dead.

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

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 Washford, 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 Faulconbridge,
Knight of the noble order of faint George,
Worthy faint Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
Great marshal to our king Henry the fixth
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 ftile as this.

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He that thou magnify'ft with all these titles,
Stinking, and flyblown, lies here at our feet.
Lucy. Is Talbot flain, the Frenchmen's only fcourge,
Your kingdom's terrour and black Nemefis?
O, were mine eyeballs 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.
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.

Pucel. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
He speaks with fuch a proud commanding fpirit:
For god's fake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
They would but ftink and putrify the air.

Dau. Go, take their bodies hence,

Lucy. I'll bear them hence;

But from their ashes, dauphin, shall be rear'd
A phoenix that shall make all France afear'd.
Dau. So we be rid of them, do what thou wilt:
And now to Paris in this conqu❜ring vein;
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's flain.

K. Henry.

SCENE II.

Changes to England.

Enter King Henry, Gloucester, and Exeter.

[Exeunt.

AVE you perus'd the letters from the pope,
The emperor, and 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.

Glou. Well, my good lord, and as the only means To stop effufion of our chriftian blood,

And ftablish 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 ftudy and my books,

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.

Yet, call th' ambaffadors, 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.

Exe. What, is my lord of Winchefter inftall'd,
And call'd unto a cardinal's degree ?
Then, I perceive, that will be verify'd,
Henry the fifth did fometime prophefy:

If once he come to be a cardinal,

He'll make his cap coequal with the crown:

K. Henry. My lords ambassadors, your fev'ral 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 tranfported presently to France.
Glou. And for the proffer of my

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your master,

I have

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. 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, inshipp'd,

Commit them to the fortune of the fea. [Exeunt King and Train.
Win. Stay, my lord legate, you fhall first receive
The fum of money which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his holiness,

For clothing me in these grave ornaments.

Legate. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow,
Or be inferiour to the proudest peer.

Humphry of Glofter, thou fhalt well perceive,
That nor in birth, nor for authority,

The bishop will be overborn by thee;

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

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

France.

Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alanfon, Baftard, Reignier, and

Dau.

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Joan la Pucelle.

HIS news, my lords, may cheer our drooping fpirits: 'Tis faid, the ftout Parifians do revolt,

And turn again unto the warlike French.

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

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

Enter