I'll bear them hence: Char. Go, take their bodies bence. Lucy. 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. The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac? 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, K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought, It was both impious and unnatural, Glo. Beside, my lord,-the sooner to effect, And fitter is my study and my books, I shall be well content with any choice, Ere. What! is my lord of Winchester install'd, He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown. Have been consider'd and debated on. master, I have inform'd his highness so at large, [Exeunt KING HENRY, and Train; GLOSTER, Win. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first receive The sum of money, which I promised For clothing me in these grave ornaments. Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, The bishop will be overborne by thee: I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee, Or sack this country with a mutiny. [Exeunt. SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou. Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits: 'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, And keep not back your powers in dalliance. us; Else, ruin combat with their palaces! Enter a Messenger. Mess. Success unto our valiant general, And happiness to his accomplices! Char. What tidings send our scouts? I pr'ythee speak. 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 sudden, sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them. Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd:[thine; Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. Char. Then on, my lords; And France be fortunate! [Exeunt. SCENE III. The same. Before Angiers. Alarums: Excursions. Enter LA PUCELLE. Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.Now help, ye charming spells and periapts; And ye choice spirits that admonish me, And give me signs of future accidents! [Thunder. You speedy helpers, that are substitutes Enter Fiends. This speedy quick appearance argues proof Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, In earnest of a further benefit; So you do condescend to help me now.[They hang their heads. No hope to have redress?-My body shall Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit. [They shake their heads. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, Entreat you to your wonted furtherance? Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all, Before that England give the French the foil. [They depart. See! they forsake me. Now the time is come, That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap. My ancient incantations are too weak, And hell too strong for me to buckle with: Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. [Exit. Alarums. Enter French and English fighting. LA PUCELLE and YORK fight hand to hand. LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly. York. Damsel of France, I think I have you fast: Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms, See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, York. O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man; No shape but his can please your dainty eye. Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and thee! And may ye both be suddenly surpris'd Puc. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse a while. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake. [Exeunt. Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in LADY MARGARET. Suff. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. [Gazes on her. O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly; For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, And lay them gently on thy tender side. I kiss these fingers [Kisses her hand.] for eternal peace: Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee. Mar. Margaret my name; and daughter to a king, The king of Naples, whosoe'er thou art. Suff. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd. Be not offended, nature's miracle, Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me: So doth the swan her downy cygnets save, Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings. Yet, if this servile usage once offend, Go, and be free again as Suffolk's friend. [She turns away as going. O, stay!-I have no power to let her pass; My hand would free her, but my heart says-no. As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, Twinkling another counterfeited beam, So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes, Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak : I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind: Fye, De la Poole! disable not thyself; Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisoner? Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight? Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough. [80,Mar. Say, earl of Suffolk,-if thy name be What ransome must I pay before I pass? For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner. |