Enter Soldiers, bearing the Body of JOHN TALBOT. scorn, Anon, from thy insulting tyranny, Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky, O thou whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, [Dies. Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! 8 Flexible, yielding. VOL. VI. 9 Raving mad. H But-with a proud, majestical high scorn,— Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble knight: Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Char. Ọ, no; forbear: for that which we have filed During the life, let us not wrong it dead. Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY, attended; a French Herald preceding. Lucy. Herald, Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know Char. On what submissive message art thou sent? word; We English warriors wot not what it means. I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en, 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, I Wanton. Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton, Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of Shef field, The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge; Of all his wars within the realm of France ? Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles, your faces! O, that I could but call these dead to life! Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, He speaks with such à 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: 2 Confound. 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 'em what thou wilt. And now to Paris, in this conquering vein; All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and EXETER. K. Hen. 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 this,— They humbly sue unto your excellence, To have a godly peace concluded of, Between the realms of England and of France. K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their motion? Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To stop effusion of our Christian blood, And 'stablish quietness on every side. K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought, It was both impious and unnatural, That such immanity 3 and bloody strife Should reign among professors of one faith. Glo. Beside, my lord,-the sooner to effect,' 3 Barbarity, savageness. Proffers his only daughter to your grace In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. K. Hen. Marriage, uncle! alas! my years are young; And fitter is my study and my books, Than wanton dalliance with a paramour. Enter a Legate, and Two Ambassadors, with WIN- Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester install'd, Then, I perceive, that will be verified, 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: Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your master,— K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract, |