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Surely, by all the glory you have won,
Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son :
knight : Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
See, where he lies inhersed in the arms If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
Of the most bloody nurser of his harms. Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones Thou Icarus ; thy life to me is sweet :
asunder; If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;
Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride.
Char. O, no; forbear : for that which we have [Exeunt.
During the life, let us not wrong it dead. SCENE VII. - Another Part of the same.
Enter Sir WILLIAM Lucy, attended ; a French Alarum : Ercursions. Enter TALBOT wounded,
Herald preceding. supported by a Servant.
Lucy. Herald, Tal. Where is my other life? - mine own is
Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know gone;
Who hath obtain’d the glory of the day. 1), where's young 'Talbot? where is valiant John?
Char. On what submissive message art thou sent? Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity!
Lucy. Submission, Dauphin ? 'tis a mere French Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:
word; When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee,
We English warriors wot not what it means. His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en, And, like a hungry lion, did commence
And to survey the bodies of the dead. Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience;
Char. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is. But when my angry guardant stood alone,
But tell me whom thou seek'st. Tend'ring my ruin, and assail'd of none,
Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Dizzy-ey'd fury, and great rage of heart,
Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury ? Suddenly made him from my side to start
Created, for his rare success in arms, Into the clust'ring battle of the French :
Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence ; And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield, His overmounting spirit; and there died
Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton, My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of
Sheffield, Enter Soldiers, bearing the body of John Talbot. The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge; Serv. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is borne! Knight of the noble order of Saint George, Tal. Thou antick death, which laugh’st us here Worthy Saint Michael, and the golden fleece ; to scorn,
Great mareshal to Henry the sixth, Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
Of all his wars within the realm of France ? Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed! Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky, The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath, In thy despite, shall 'scape mortality.
Writes not so tedious a style as this. O thou whose wounds become hard-favoured death, Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles, Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath : Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet. Brave death by speaking, whether he will, or no; Lucy. Is Talbot slain ; the Frenchmen's only Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.
scourge, Poor boy! he smiles, methinks; as who should Your kingdom's terrour and black Nemesis ? say
0, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd, Had death been French, then death had died to-day. That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces ! Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; O, that I could but call these dead to life! My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
It were enough to fright the realm of France : Soldiers, adieu ! I have what I would have, Were but his picture left among you here, Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
It would amaze the proudest of you all.
(Dies. Give me their bodies ; that I may bear them hence, Alarums. Ereunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the
And give them burial as beseems their worth. two bodies. Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, Bur
Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, GUNDY, Bastard, LA PUCKLLE, and Forces.
He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
here, We should have found a bloody day of this. They would but stink, and putrefy the air. Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging Char. Go, take their bodies hence. wood,
I'll bear them hence Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen’s blood ! But from their ashes shall be rear'd Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said,
A phenix that shall make all France afeard. Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid :
Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what But - with a proud, majestical high scorn,
thou wilt. He answered thus; Young Talbot was not born And now to Paris, in this conquering vein ; To be the pillage of a giglot wench :
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
[Ereunt. He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace.
The sum of money, which I promised
Should be deliver'd to his holiness
Leg. I will attend upon your lordship’s leisure. K. Hen. Have you perus’d the letters from the
Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow, pope,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer. The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac ?
Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, Glo. I have, my lord ; and their intent is this,
That, neither in birth, or for authority, They humbly sue unto your excellence,
The bishop will be overborne by thee : To have a godly peace concluded of,
I'll either make thee strop, and bend thy knee, Between the realms of England and of France.
Or sack this country with a mutiny. [Exeunt. K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their motion ?
SCENE II. - France. Plains in Anjou. Glo. Well, my good lord ; and as the only means To stop effusion of our Christian blood,
Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA And 'stablish quietness on every side.
PUCELLE, and Forces, marching.
Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our That such immanity and bloody strife
drooping spirits : Should reign among professors of one faith.
'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, Glo. Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect,
And turn again unto the warlike French. And surer bind, this knot of amity,
Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of The earl of Armagnac · near knit to Charles,
France, A man of great authority in France,
And keep not back your powers in dalliance. Proffers his only daughter to your grace
Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.
Else, ruin combat with their palaces ! K. Hen. Marriage, uncle ! alas! my years are
Enter a Messenger. young ; And fitter is my study and my books,
Mess. Success unto our valiant general, Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
And happiness to his accomplices ! Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please,
Char. What tidings send our scouts ? I pry'thee, So let them have their answers every one :
speak. I shall be well content with any choice,
Mess. The English army, that divided was Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.
Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one ;
And means to give you battle presently. Enter a Legate, and two Ambassadors, with Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is ; WINCHESTER, in a Cardinal's habit.
But we will presently provide for them. Ere. What! is my lord of Winchester install'1,
Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there ; And callid unto a cardinal's degree !
Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Then, I perceive, that will be verified,
Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd:Henry the fifth did sometime prophecy, –
Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; If once he come to be a cardinal,
Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.
Char. Then on, my lords; And France be forK. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits
(Ereunt. Have been consider'd and debated on.
The same. Your purpose is both good and reasonable :
Before Angiers. And, therefore, are we certainly resolv’d
Alarums : Excursions. Enter LA PUCELLE. To draw conditions of a friendly peace ; Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean
Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen Shall be transported presently to France.
fly. Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your master, Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts ; I have inform’d his highness so at large,
And ye choice spirits that admonish me, As - liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
And give me signs of future accidents! (Thunder. Her beauty, and the value of her dower,
You speedy belpers, that are substitutes He doth intend she shall be England's queen. Under the lordly monarch of the north, K. Hen. In argument and proof of which con- Appear, and aid me in this enter prize! tráct,
This speedy quick appearance argues proof
Out of the powerful regions under earth, (Ereunt King HENRY and Train ; GLOSTER, Help me this once, that France may get the field. EXETER, and Ambassadors.
[They walk about and spruk nola Win. Stay, my lord legate ; you shall first receive 0, hold me not with silener over-long!
Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisoner? l'll lop a member off, and give it you,
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight? In earnest of a further benefit;
Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, So you do condescend to help me now.
Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses rough.
They hang their heads. Mar. Say, earl of Suffolk, — if thy name be So, No hope to have redress ?. My body shall
What ransome must I pay before I pass ? Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner.
[They shake their heads. Suf. How canst thou tell, she will deny thy suit, Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice,
Before thou make a trial of her love ? [ Aside. Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Mar. Why speak'st thou not? what ransome must Then take my soul ; my body, soul, and all,
I pay? Before that England give the French the foil. Suf. She's beautiful ; and therefore to be woo'd:
[They depart. She is a woman; therefore to be won. [Aside. See! they forsake me. Now the time is come,
Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransome, yea, or no ? That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest,
Suf. Fond man! remember, that thou hast a wife; And let her head fall into England's lap.
Then how can Margaret be thy paramour ? [Aside. My ancient incantations are too weak,
Mar. I were best leave him, for he will not hear. And hell too strong for me to buckle with :
Suf. There all is marr’d; there lies a cooling Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. [Erit.
Mar. He talks at random ; sure, the man is mad. Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting.
Suf. And yet a dispensation may be had. La PUCELLE and York fight hand to hand. La Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me. PUCELLE is taken. The French fly.
Suf. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom ? York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you fast: Why, for my king : Tush! that's a wooden thing. Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms,
Mar. He talks of wood : It is some carpenter. And try if they can gain your liberty.
Suf. Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
And peace established between these realms.
Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou can'st not be. Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
York. 0, Charles the Daupbin is a proper man; And our nobility will scorn the match. [ Aside. No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
Mar. Hear ye, captain ? Are you not at leisure ? Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and Suf. It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much : thee!
Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield. And may ye both be suddenly surpriz'd
Madam, I have a secret to reveal. By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds !
Mar. What though I be enthrall’d? he seems a York. Fell, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy
And will not any way dishonour me. [Aside. Puc. I pr’ythee, give me leave to curse a while. Suf. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescu'd by the French; stake.
And then I need not crave his courtesy: [ Aside.
Suf. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause — Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, lealing in Lady
Mar. Tush! women have been captivate ere now. MARGARET.
[Aside. Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. Suf. Lady, wherefore talk you so ?
[Gazes on her. Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo. O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;
Suf. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, Your bondage happy, to be made a queen ? And lay them gently on thy tender side.
Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, I kiss these fingers [kissing her hand.] for eternal Than is a slave in base servility; peace :
For princes should be free. Who art thou ? say, that I may honour thee.
And so shall you, Mar. Margaret my name; and daughter to a king, | If happy England's royal king be free. The king of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.
Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me? Suf. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call’d. Suf. I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen; Be not offended, nature's miracle,
To put a golden scepter in thy hand, Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me :
And set a precious crown upon thy head, So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
If thou wilt condescend to be my Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings. Mar.
What ? Yet if this servile usage once offend,
Suf. His love.
Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
How say you, madam ; are you so content ?
Mar. An if my father please, I am content. So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Suf. Then call our captains, and our colours, forth: Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak : And, madam, at your father's castle walls I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind : We'll crave a parley, to confer with him. Fye, De la Poole ! disable not thyself;
[ Troops come forward.
There Minotaurs, and ugly treasons, lurk. A Parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER, on the walls.
Solicit Henry with her wond'rous praise : Suf. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner. Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount; Reig. To whom?
Mad, natural graces that extinguish art; Suf.
Repeat their semblance often on the seas, Reig.
Suffolk, what remily? That, when thou com’st to kneel at Henry's feet, I am a soldier : and unapt to weep,
Thou may'st bereave him of his wits with wonder. Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
Enter York, Warwick, and others.
York. Bring forth that sorceress, condemn'd to Reig, Speaks Suffolk as he thinks ?
Fair Margaret knows That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
Enter La Pucelle, guarded, and a Shepherd. Reig. Upon thy princely warrant, I descend, Shep. Ah, Joan! this kills thy father's heart outTo give thee answer of thy just demand.
right! [Erit, from the walls. Have I sought every country far and near, Suf. And here I will expect thy coming. And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
Must I behold thy timeless cruel death ? Trumpets sounded. Enter REIGNIER, below.
Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee! Reig. Welcome, brave earl, into our territories; Puc. Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch ! Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
I am descended of a gentler blood;
Shep. Out, out! – My lords, an please you, 'tis What answer makes your grace unto my suit?
not so ; Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little I did beget her, all the parish knows : worth,
Her mother liveth yet, can testify, To be the princely bride of such a lord ;
She was the first fruit of my bachelorship. Upon condition I may quietly
Wur. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage ? Enjoy mine oun, the county Maine, and Anjou,
York. This argues what her kind of life hath been; Free from oppression, or the stroke of war,
Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
Shep. Fye, Joan ! that thou wilt be so obstacle' Suf. That is her ransome, I deliver her;
God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh; And those two counties, I will undertake,
And for thy sake have I shed many a tear : Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
Deny me not, I pr’ythee, gentle Joan. Reig. And I again, - in Henry's royal name, Puc. Peasant, avaunt You have suborn'd this As deputy unto that gracious king,
man, Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith. Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
Suf. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest, Because this is in traffick of a king :
The morn that I was wedded to her mother, And yet, methinks, I could be well content Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl. To be mine own attorney in this case. [ Aside. Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time I'll over then to England with this news,
Of thy nativity! I would, the milk And make this marriage to be solemniz'd ;
Thy mother gave thee, when thou suck'dst her So, farewell, Reignier! Set this diamond safe
breast, In golden palaces, as it becomes.
Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake! Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, The Christian prince, king Henry, were he here. I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee! Mar. Farewell, my lord! Good wishes, praise, Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab ?
O, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good. [Erit. Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [Going. York Take her away; for she hath liv'd too long, Suf. Farewell, sweet madam! But hark you, To fill the world with vicious qualities. Margaret;
Puc. First, let me tell you whom you have con No princely commendations to my king ?
demn'd: Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, Not me begotten of a shepherd swain, A virgin, and his servant, say to him.
But issu'd from the progeny of kings; Suf. Words sweetly plac'd, and modestly directed. Virtuous, and holy ; chosen from above, But, madam, I must trouble you again,
By inspiration of celestial grace, No loving token to his majesty ?
To work exceeding miracles on earth. Mar. Yes, my good lord ; a pure unspotted heart. I never had to do with wicked spirits : Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
But you, - that are polluted with your lusts, Suf. And this withal.
(Kisses her. Stain’d with the guiltless blood of innocents, Mar. That for thyself; I will not so presume, Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, To send such peevish tokens to a king.
Because you want the grace that others have,
No, inisconceiv'd! Joan of Arc hath been
A virgin from her tender infancy,
It shall be with such strict and severe covenants Chaste and immaculate in very thought ;
As little shall the Frenchuinen gain thereby.
Enter Charles, attended ; Alençon, Bastard, York. Ay, ay ;
REIGNIER, and others. - away with her to execution. War. And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid, Char. Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed, Spare for no fagots, let there be enough ;
That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France, Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
We come to be informed by yourselves That so her torture may be shortened.
What the conditions of that league inust be. Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts ?- York. Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity;
chokes That warranteth by law to be thy privilege. - The hollow passage of my poison’d voice, I am with child, ye bloody homicides :
By sight of these our baleful enemies. Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
Win. Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus : Although ye bale me to a violent death.
That - in regard king Henry gives consent,
To ease your country of distressful war,
You shall become true liegemen to his crown : York. She and the Dauphin have been juggling : And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear I did imagine what would be her refuge.
To pay him tribute, and submit thyself, War. Well, go to : we will have no bastards live; Thou shalt be plac'd as viceroy under him, Especially, since Charles must father it.
And still enjoy thy regal dignity: Puc. You are deceiv’d; my child is none of his; Alen. Must be be then as shadow of himself ? It was Alençon that enjoyed my love.
Adorn his temples with a coronet ; York. Alençon! that notorious Machiavel! And yet, in substance and authority, It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
Retain but privilege of a private man? Puc. O, give me leave, I have deluded you ; This profler is absurd and reasonless. 'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the duke I nam’d, Char. "Tis known, already that I am possess'd But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd. With more than half the Gallian territories,
War. A married man! that's most intolerable. And therein reverenc'd for their lawful king: York. Why, here's a girl! I think, she knows Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd, not well,
Detract so much from that prerogative,
War. It's sign, she hath been liberal and free. No, lord ambassador ; I'll rather keep
That which I have, than, coveting for more,
York. Insulting Charles ! hast thou by secret Puc. Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse :
Used intercession to obtain a league ;
And, now the matter grows to compromise,
Of benefit proceeding from our king,
[Erit, guarded. Or we will plague thee with incessant wars. York. Break thou in pieces, and consume to ashes, Reig. My lord, you do not well in obstinacy Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
To cavil in the course of this contract :
If once it be neglected, ten to one,
We shall not find like opportunity.
To save your subjects from such massacre,
And therefore take this compact of a truce, Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French; Although you break it when your pleasure serves. And here at hand the Dauphin, and his train,
[ Aside, to CHARLES. Approacheth to confer about some matter.
War. How say'st thou, Charles ? shall our conYork. Is all our travail turn’d to this effect ?
dition stand ? After the slaughter of so many peers,
Char. It shall :
In any of our towns of garrison.
As thou art knight, never to disobey,
Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England. Our great progenitors had conquered ?
(CHARLES, and the rest, give tokens of fealty. O, Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief So, now dismiss your army when ye please; The utter loss of all the realm of France.
Hang up your ensigns, let your drums be still, War. Be patient, York : if we conclude a peace, For here we entertain a solemn peace. [Ereunt.