This seven years did not Talbot see his son,

And now they meet where both their lives are done.
York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have,
To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,
But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.-
Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
'Long all of Somerset, and his delay.

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[Exit YORK, with his Forces.
Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition
Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
That ever-living man of memory,

Henry the fifth. Whiles they each other cross,
Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss.

[Exit.

SCENE IV.-Other Plains of Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with his Army; an Officer of TALBOT'S with him.

Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now. This expedition was by York, and Talbot, Too rashly plotted all our general force Might with a sally of the very town Be buckled with. The over-daring Talbot Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour, By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure. York set him on to fight, and die in shame, That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name. Off. Here is sir William Lucy, who with me Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid.

Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY.

Som. How now, sir William! whither were you sent? Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and sold lord

Talbot;

Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,

Cries out for noble York and Somerset,

To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
And whiles the honourable captain there

Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
VOL. V.-6

God, and Saint George, Talbot, and England's right, resper our colours in this dangerous fight! [Exeunt. SCENE III-Plains in Gascony.

her YORK, with Forces; to him, a Messenger. cs. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, ne mighty army of the Dauphin? hey are return'd, my lord and give it out, arendo Bourdeaux with his power, 06. As he march'd along,

redis vere discovered

ops han that the Dauphin led, w, and made their march for

Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester install'd, And call'd into a Cardinal's degree?

Then, I perceive that will be verified,

Henry the fifth did sometime prophesy,"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;
And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'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 she shall be England's queen.

K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract, Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.-[Gives it! And so, my lord protector, see them guarded,

And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd,
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

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

Win. Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive The sum 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. [Exit. Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,

Or be inferior to the proudest peer.

Humphrey, of Gloster, 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 sack this country with a mutiny.

1 2 Not in f. e. • Exeunt: in f. e.

[Exit.

SCENE II.-France. Plains in Anjou.

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

Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits.

'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt,

And turn again unto the warlike French.

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; Else ruin combat with their palaces!

Enter a Scout.

Scout. Success unto our valiant general,

And happiness to his accomplices !
Char. What tidings send our scouts?
speak.

I pr'ythee,

Scout. The English army, that divided was two parties, is now conjoin'd in one,

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.Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.

Char. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!

[Exeunt.

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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 periapts1; And ye, choice spirits, 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 enterprise ! Enter Fiends.

[Thunder.

This speedy and quick appearance argues proof

1 Amulets. 2 Zimimar, one of the four principal devils invoked by witches. The others were Amaimon, Gorson, and Goap, kings of the East, South, and West, all with devil marquisses, dukes, prelates, knights, presidents, and earls, under them.-Douce.

Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar spirits, that are call'd
Out of the powerful regions under earth,

Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[They walk, and speak not.

O! hold me not with silence over-long.

Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
I'll lop a member off, and give it you,
In earnest of a farther 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 PU

CELLE 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,
And try if they can gain your liberty.-

A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,
As if, with Circe, she would change my shape.
Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be.
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

By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!

York. Fell, banning hag! enchantress, hold thy tongue.

Puc. I pr'ythee, give me leave to curse a while.