They, that of late were daring with their scoffs, [Dies, and is carried off in his Chair. Alarum: Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and Others. Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! This is a double honour, Burgundy : Yet, heavens have glory for this victory! Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now? I think, her old familiar is asleep : Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? Now will we take some order in the town, Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. [Exeunt. SCENE III.-The same. The Plains near the City. Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENÇON, LA PUCELle, and Forces. Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, 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, 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; Summon a parley, we will talk with him. [A Parley sounded. 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, When death doth close his tender dying eyes, Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom, 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! Bur. Either she hath bewitched 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, Call we to mind,—and mark but this, for proof;— And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn again! Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh. Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. Alen. Pucelle hath bravely played 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. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-Paris. A Room in the Palace. 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, |