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Char. Oh, no; forbear: for that which we have


During the life, let us not wrong it dead.


Lucy. Herald, conduct me to the dauphin's tent;

to know

Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.


Char. On what submissive message art thou sent ? Lucy. Submission, dauphin? 'tis a meer French word;

We English warriors wot not what it means.

I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en,
And to survey the bodies of the dead.

Char. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is. But tell me whom thou seek'st.

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury?

Created, for his rare success in arms,

Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence; Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,


Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton, Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of Sheffield.

The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge;
Knight of the noble order of saint George,
Worthy saint Michael, and the golden fleece;
Great mareshal to Henry the sixth,

Of all his wars within the realm of France ?

Pucel. Here is a silly stately style, indeed!

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The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not so tedious a style as this.-
Him, that thou magnify'st with all these titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

Lucy. Is Talbot slain the Frenchmen's only


Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?


Oh, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces !
Oh, 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 proudest of you all.
Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial as beseems their worth.

Pucel. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
They would but stink, and putrefy the air.

Char. Go, take their bodies hence.

Lucy. I'll bear

Them hence: 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 him what thou


And now to Paris, in this conquering vein

All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.




England. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and EXETER.

K. Henry. Have you perus'd the letters from the pope,

The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac ?

Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is thisThey humbly sue unto your excellence,

To have a godly peace concluded of,

Between the realms of England and of France.''

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K. Henry. How doth your grace affect their mo


Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To stop effusion of our Christian blood,

And stablish quietness on every side.

K. Henry. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought, It was both impious and unnatural,

That such immanity and bloody strife

Should reign among professors of one faith.
Glo. Beside, my lord-the sooner to effect,

And surer bind, this knot of amity-
The earl of Armagnac-near knit to Charles,
A man of great authority in France-
Proffers his only daughter to your grace


In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.
K. Henry. Marriage! uncle, alas! my years are


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And fitter is my study, and my books,

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please,
So let them have their answers every one:

I shall be well content with any choice,

Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.


Enter a Legate, and two Ambassadors, with WINCHES-
TER as Cardinal.

Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester install'd,
And call'd unto a cardinal's degree!
Then, I perceive, that will be verify'd,
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. Henry. 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 masterI have inform'd his highness so at large, As-liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, Her beauty, and the value of her dowerHe 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 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 and Train.

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.

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

Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive,
That, nor in birth, nor for authority,
The bishop will be over-borne by thee:

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







Dau. These news, my lords, may cheer our droop

ing spirits:

'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt,

And turn again unto the warlike French.


Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of


And keep not back your powers in dalliance.



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