Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; [Dies. Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the two Bodies. Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD, LA PUCELLE, and Forces. Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, We should have found a bloody day of this. Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging-wood, So, rushing in the bowels of the French, Bur. Doubtless he would have made a noble knight: See, where he lies inhersed in the arms Of the most bloody nurser of his harms. Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead. Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY, attended; a French Lucy. Herald, Conduct me to the dauphin's tent; to know Char. On what submissive message art thou sent ? Lucy. Submission, dauphin? 'tis a mere French 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; Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence; Lord Strange of Black mere, lord Verdun of Alton, Of all his wars within the realm of France? Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles, Lucy. Is Talbot slain; the Frenchmen's only scourge, Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, I'll bear them hence: Char. Go, take their bodies hence. Char. So we be rid of them, do with them what thou And now to Paris, in this conquering vein; [wilt. [Exeunt. 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 and bloody strife Should reign among professors of one faith. Glo. Beside, my lord,-the sooner to effect, Proffers his only daughter to your grace In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. Than wanton dalliance with a paramour. Enter a Legate and two Ambassadors, with WINCHES- Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester install'd, He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown. K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits Your purpose is both good and reasonable: Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your master,- Her beauty, and the value of her dower,- K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract, Bear her this jewel, [To the Amb.] pledge of my affection. And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd, [Exeunt King Henry and Train; Gloster, Win. Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive The sum of money, which I promis'd E Should be deliver'd to his holiness For clothing me in these grave ornaments. Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, [Exeunt. SCENE II. FRANCE. Plains in ANJOU. Enter CHARLES,BURGUNDY,ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and Forces, marching. Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits: "Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French. Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your powers in dalliance. Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Else, ruin combat with their palaces! Enter a Messenger. Mess. Success unto our valiant general, Char. What tidings send our scouts? I pr'ythee, speak. Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one; And means to give you battle presently. Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them. Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd :— Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. Char. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate! [Exeunt. |