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 defaced
By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!

As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
When death doth close his tender dying eyes.
See, see, the pining malady of France;
Behold the wounds, the most unnatural

wounds.

[breast Which thou thyself hast given her woeful O, turn thy edgèd sword another way; Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! [bosom, One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's 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 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,

That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?

When Talbot hath set footing once in France,
And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
Who then, but English Henry, will be lord,
And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
Call we to mind,—and mark but this, for
proof;-

Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
And was he not in England prisoner?
But when they heard he was thine enemy,
They set him free, without his ransom paid,
In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
See, then! thou fight'st against thy country-
[men.
And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-
Come, come, return; return, thou wandering

men,

lord:

Charles and the rest will take thee in their

arms.

Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, And made me almost yield upon my knees. Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen ! And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: My forces and my power of men are yours; So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.

Puc. Done like a Frenchman ;-[aside.] turn, and turn again!

Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friend. ship makes us fresh.

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. To them TALBOT, and some of his Officers.

Tal. My gracious Prince, and honorable peers,

Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
To do my duty to my sovereign: [claim'd
In sign whereof, this arm that hath re-
To your obedience fifty fortresses, [strength,
Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of
Besides 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,
First to my God, and next unto your grace.
[Kneels.

K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle

Gloster,

That hath so long been resident in France? Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my

liege.

K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and vic
torious lord!

When I was young, (as yet I am not old,)
I do remember how my father said

A stouter champion never handled sword.
Long since we were resolvèd of your truth,
Your faithful service, and your toil in war;
Yet never have you tasted our reward,
Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
Because till now we never saw your face:
Therefore, stand up; and, for these good
deserts,

We here create you earl of Shrewsbury;
And in our coronation take your place.

[Exeunt K. HEN., GLO., TAL., and Nobles. Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,

Disgracing of these colors that I wear

In honor of my noble lord of York,— Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st?

Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare pat

ronage

The envious barking of your saucy tongue
Against my lord, the duke of Somerset.

Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honor as he is.
Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as
York.

Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness take ye
that.
[Strikes him.
Bas. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms

is such, [death, That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present

Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.

But I'll unto his majesty, and crave

I may have liberty to venge this wrong; When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy

cost.

Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;

And, after, meet you sooner than you would. [Exeunt.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.-Paris. A Room of State. Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, York, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WINChester, WARWICK, TALBOT, the Governor of Paris, and others.

Gloster.

ORD bishop, set the crown upon his head.

Win. God save king Henry, of that name the sixth!

Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your

oath,

[Governor kneels.

That you elect no other king but him: Esteem none friends but such as are his

friends;

And none your foes but such as shall pretend Malicious practices against his state:

This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! [Exeunt Governor and his Train.