I think, her old familiar is asleep : Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?3 What, all a-mort ?4 Rouen hangs her head for grief, Now will we take some orders in the town, And then depart to Paris, to the king; For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies. SCENE III. The same. The Plains near the City. [Exeunt. Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and Forces. Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Nor grieve that Roüen is so recovered: 3 Scoffs. 4 Quite dispirited. 5 Make some necessary dispositions. 6 Funeral rites. We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, And we will make thee famous through the world. Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise: By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, We will entice the duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor should that nation boast it so with us, 6 But be extirped from our provinces. Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd' from France, And not have title to an earldom here. Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will work, To bring this matter to the wished end. [Drums heard. Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. An English March. Enter, and pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his Forces. There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread; A French March. Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY and Forces. Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and his; [A Parley sounded. man. Bur. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy words. Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Puc. 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, Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee, Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation, 8 Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, • Elevated. Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. Alen. Pucelle hath bravely plaied her part in this, And doth deserve a coronet of gold. Char. Now let us on, my, lords, and join our powers; And seek how we may prejudice the foe. SCENE IV. Paris. A Room in the Palace. [Exeunt. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and other Lords, VERNON, BASSET, &c. To them TALBOT, and some of his Officers. 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, That hath so long been resident in France? Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious lord! When I was young, (as yet I am not old,) |