Pucel. I think this Upftart is old Talbot's Ghost, He speaks with fuch a proud commanding Spirit: For God's fake, let him have him; to keep them here, They would but ftink, and putrifie the Air.

Char. Go take their Bodies hence.

Lucy. I'll bear them hence; but from their Afhes fhall be rear'd

A Phoenix that shall make all France afear'd.

Char. So we be rid of them,do with them what thou wilt. And now to Paris in this Conquering Vein, All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's sain,

Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, and Exeter.

[Exeunt.

K. Henry. 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 fue unto your Excellence,

To have a godly Peace concluded of,

Between the Realms of England and of France.

K. Henry. How doth your Grace affect this Motion? Glo. Well, my good Lord, and as the only means To stop effufion of our Chriftian Blood,

And ftablish quietnefs on every fide.

K. Henry. Ay marry, Uncle, for I always thought
It was both impious and unnatural,

That fuch Immanity and bloody Strife
Should reign among Profeffors of one Faith.
Glo. Befide, my Lord, the fooner to effect,

And furer bind this knot of Amity,
The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
A Man of great Authority in France,

Proffers his only Daughter to your Grace

In Marriage, with a large and fumptuous Dowry.

K. Henry. Marriage, Uncle! alas! my Years are young: And fitter is my Study, and my Books,

Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour.
Yet call th'Ambassadors, and as you please,"
So let them have their Answers every one;
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I fhall be well content with any choice

Tends to God's Glory, and my Country's Weal
Enter Winchester, and three Ambaffadors.
Exe. What, is my Lord of Winchefter install'd,
And call'd unto a Cardinal's Degree?
Then I perceive that will be verified
Henry the Fifth did fometime Prophefie.
If once he come to be a Cardinal,

He'll make his Cap coequal with the Crown.

K. Henry. My Lords Ambaffadors, your several Suits Have been confider'd and debated on,

Your Purpose is both good and reasonable;
And therefore are we certainly refolv'd
To draw Conditions of a friendly Peace,
Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
Shall be tranfported prefently to France.

your Mafter,

Glo. And for the Proffer of my Lord
I have inform'd his Highnefs fo at large,
As liking of the Lady's virtuous Gifts,
Her Beauty, and the value of her Dower,
He doth intend the fhall be England's Queen

K. Henry. In Argument and proof of which Contra&,
Bear her this Jewel, pledge of my Affection.
And fo, my Lord Protector, fee them guarded,
And fafely brought to Dover, where infhipp'd
Commit them to the fortune of the Sea.

FExeunt.

Win. Stay, my Lord Legate, you fhall first receive The fum of Mony which I promifed

Should be delivered to his Holiness,

For cloathing me in these grave Ornaments.

Legate. I will attend upon your Lordship's leifure.
Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow,

Or be inferior to the proudeft Peer.
Humphrey of Glo'fter, thou shalt well perceive,
That neither ia Birth, or for Authority,
The Bishop will be over-born by thee;
I'll either make thee ftoop, and bend thy Knee,
Or fack this Country with a Mutiny.

[Exeunt.

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SCENE III.

Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alenfon, Baftard, Reignier, and Joan la Pucelle.

Dau. This News, my Lords, may cheer our drooping Tis faid, the ftout Parifians do revolt,

And return again unto the warlike French.

[Spirits:

Alen. Then march to Paris, Royal Charles of France, And keep not back your Power in dalliance.

Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us, Elfe Ruin combat with their Palaces.

Enter Scout VT

Scout. Succefs unto our valiant General,

And happiness to his Accomplices.

Dan. What tidings fend our Scouts? I prethee speak. Scout. The English Army, that divided was Into two Parties is now conjoin'd in one, And means to give you Battel presently.

Dan. Somewhat too fudden, Sirs, the warning is,

But we will presently provide for them.

Burg. I truft the Ghoft of Talbot is not there;

Now he is gone, my Lord, you need not fear.

Pucel. Of all bafe Paffions, Fear is most accurst. Command the Conqueft, Charles, it fhall be thine: Let Henry fret, and all the World repine.

Daw. Then on, my Lords, and France be fortunate.[Exeuntì Alarm: Excurfions. Enter Joan la Pucelle.

Pucel. The Regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly. Now help ye charming Spells and Periapts, And ye choice Spirits that admonish me, And give me figns of future Accidents. You fpeedy helpers, that are Subftitutes Under the Lordly Monarch of the North, Appear, and aid me in this Enterprize.

Enter Fiends.

This fpeedy and quick appearance argues proof
Of your accuftom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar Spirits; that are cull'd
Out of the powerful Regions under Earth,
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Help me this once, that France may get the Field.

They walk and speak not.

Oh hold me not with Silence over long:

Where I was wont to feed you with my Blood,CA I 'I'll lop a Member off, and give it you In earnest of a further Benefit:

So you do condefcend to help me now.

[They hang their Heads

No hope to have Redrefs? My Body hall
Pay recompence, if you will grant my Suit.sonra
•13 [They. Shake their Heads.
Cannot my Body, nor blood-Sacrifice, andmeɔ rus sili
Intreat you to your wonted furtherance?

Then take my Soul, my Body, Soul, and all,

Before that England give the French the foil. god

[They depart. See, they forfake me. Now the time is come, Tranɔ". That France must vail her lofty plumed Craft, I own 01:1 And let her Head fall into England's Laply of an om bai My ancient Incantations are too weak, dwomo2 G And Hell too strong for me to buckle with iw sw !! Now France thy Glory dronpeth to the Duft I. [cit. [Excurfions. Pucelle and York fight Hand in Hand,

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Pucelle is taken The French fly 10 Jean
York. Damfel of France, I think I have you faftemm (.
Unchain your Spirits now with fpelling Charms,OM JOJİ
And try if they can gain your Liberty on
A goodly prize, fit for the Devil's Gracel
See how the ugly Witch doth bend her Brows 1931
As if, with Circe, he would change my Shape glodwo
Pucel. Chang'd to a worfer Shape thou can't not be
York. Oh, Charles the Dauphin is a proper Mann buk
No Shape but his can please your dainty EyeY
Pucel. A plaguing mifchiet light on Charles and thee
And may ye both be fuddenly furpris'di bie bus soqqa
By bloody Hands, in fleeping on your Beds.

York. Fell banning Hag, Inchantrefs, hold thy, Tonguer
Pucel. I prethee give me leave to curfe a while.
York, Curfe, Mifereant, when thou comeft to the Stake
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Alarm.

Alarm. Enter Suffolk with Margaret in his Hand.. Suf. Be what thou wilt, thou art my Prifoner.

[Gazes on her.

Oh fairest Beauty, do not fear, nor fly:
For I will touch thee but with reverend Hands,
I kifs thefe Fingers for eternal Peace,

And lay them gently on thy tender Side..
Who art thou, fay? that I may honour thee.

Mar. Margaret my Name, and Daughter to a King; The King of Naples, whofoe'er thou art.

Suf. An Earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.

[She is going,

Be not offended, Nature's Miracle,
Thou art alotted to be ta'en by me:-
So doth the Swan her downy Cignets fave,
Keeping them Prifoners underneath her Wings:
Yet if this fervile Ufage once offend,
Go and be free again, as Suffolk's Friend:
Oh ftay! I have no Power to let her país,
My Hand would free her. but my Heart fays no.
As plays the Sun upon the glaffy Streams,
Twinkling another counterfeited Beam,
So feems this gorgeous Beauty to mine Eyes:
Fain would I woe her, yet I dare not speak:
I'll call for Pen and Ink, and write my Mind:
Fie. De la Pole, difable not thy felf:

Haft not a Tongue? Is the not here thy Prifoner?
Wilt thou be daunted at a Woman's Sight?

Ay, Beauty's Princely Majefty is fuch,

Confounds the Tongue, and makes the Senfes rough.
Mar. Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy Name be so,
What Ransom muft I pay before 1 pass?

For I perceive I am thy Prifoner.

Suf. How can't thou tell fhe will deny thy Suit,

Before thou make a Trial of her Love?

Mar. Why fpeak'ft thou not? What Ranfom muft I pay? Suf. She's Beautiful; and therefore to be wooed :.

She is a Woman, therefore to be won.

Mar. Wilt thou accept of Ranfom, yea or no? Suf. Fond Man, remember that thou haft a Wife Then how can Margaret be thy Paramour?

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