Placing therein some expert officers; And then depart to Paris, to the king; For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies. A gentler heart did never sway in court: But kings and mightiest potentates, must die; [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, Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise: By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, 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, 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; And all the troops of English after him. A French march. Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY and Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and his; [A parley soundea. 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, Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! And wash away thy country's stained spots! 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, Call we to mind,—and mark but this, for proof;- And was he not in England prisoner' Come, come, return, return, thou wand'ring lord; Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn again! 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. 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. Officers. To them TALBOT, and some of his 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, Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,― Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; And, with submissive loyalty of heart, Ascribes the glory of his conquest got, Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. And in our coronation take your place. [Exeunt K. HENRY, GLOSTER, TALBOT, and Nobles. 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, Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? The envious barkings of your saucy tongue Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. [Strikes him. Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms is such, That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave |