Dau. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy

words.

Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Stay, let thy humble hand-maid speak to thee. Burg. Speak on, but be not over-tedious.

Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, And see the cities and the towns defac'd

By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!

As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
See, see, the pining malady of France;

Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast!
Oh, turn thy edged sword another way;

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Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bo

som,

Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign

gore;

Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,

And wash away thy country's stained spots!

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Burg. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

Pucel. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,

Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.

Whom join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation,
That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake?
When Talbot hath set footing once in France,
And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,

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Who

Who then, but English Henry, will be lord,
And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive ?

Call we to mind—and mark but this, for proof;—
Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
And was he not in England prisoner ?
But, when they heard he was thine enemy,
They set him free, without his ransom paid,
In spight of Burgundy, and all his friends.
See then! thou fight'st against thy countrymen,
And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-men. 420
Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord;
Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms.
Burg. I am vanquish'd; these haughty words of
her's

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
And made me almost yield upon my knees.-
Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen !
And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace :
My forces, and my power of men are yours ;—
So, farewel, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
Pucel. Done, like a Frenchman; turn, and turn

again!

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Dau. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes

us fresh.

Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,

And doth deserve a coronet of gold.

Dau. Now let us on, my lords, and join our

powers;

And seek how we may prejudice the foe.

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[Exeunt.

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SCENE IV.

Paris. An Apartment in the Palace. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, VERNON, BASSET, &c. To them TALBOT, with Soldiers.

Tal. My gracious prince-and honourable peers-→→→ Hearing of your arrival in this realm,

I have a while given truce unto my wars,

To do my duty to my sovereign:

In sign whereof, this arm—that hath reclaim'd
To your obedience fifty fortresses,

Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength,
Besides five hundred prisoners of esteem-

Let's fall his sword before your highness' feet;
And, with submissive loyalty of heart,

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Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,
First to my God, and next unto your grace.
K. Henry. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster,
That hath so long been resident in France?
Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
K. Henry. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious

lord!

When I was young (as yet I am not old),
I do remember how my father said, '
A stouter champion never handled sword.
Long since we were resolved of your truth,
Your faithful service, and your toil in war;
Yet never have you tasted our reward,

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Or

Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
Because 'till now we never saw your face :

Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,

We here create you earl of Shrewsbury;

And in our coronation take your place.

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[Exeunt King, GLO. TAL.

Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Disgracing of these colours that I wear

In honour of my noble lord of York

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Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st?
Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your saucy tongue
Against my lord, the duke of Somerset.
Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.
[Strikes him.

Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms is such, That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; i Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave

I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost.

Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you And, after, meet you sooner than you would.

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ACT IV. SCENE I.

Paris. A Room of State. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SoMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, and Governor of Paris.

Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. Win. God save king Henry, of that name the sixth !

Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath-
That you elect no other king but him:

Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends;
And none your foes, but such as shall pretend
Malicious practices against his state:

This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!

Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE.

Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais, To haste unto your coronation,

A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee! I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next, To tear the garter from thy craven's leg

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[Plucking it off.

(Which I have done), because unworthily
Thou wast installed in that high degree.—
Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest :
This dastard, at the battle of Poitiers-

When