And, like a hungry Lion, did commence Enter John Talbot, borne. Serv. O my dear lord! lo! where your fon is borne. Tal. Thou antick death, which laugh'ft us here to fcorn, Anon, from thy infulting tyranny, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, Two Talbots winged through the lither sky, O thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, Poor boy! he fmiles, methinks, as who fhould fay, [Dies. ACT ACT V. SCENE 1. Continues near Bourdeaux. Enter Charles, Alanfon, Burgundy, Bastard and Pucelle. CHARLES. AD York and Somerset brought rescue in, HA We should have found a bloody day of this. Baft. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging brood Did flesh his puny fword in Frenchmens' blood! Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I faid: "Thou maiden youth, be vanquifh'd by a maid." But with a proud, majeftical, high fcorn I He answer'd thus: "Young Talbot was not born Bur. Doubtlefs, he would have made a noble Knight: See, where he lies inherfed in the arms Of the most bloody nurfer of his harms. Baft. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whofe life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Char. Oh, no: forbear: for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead. Enter Sir William Lucy. Lucy. Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent, to know Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day. Char. On what fubmiffive meffage art thou fent? Lucy. Submiffion, Dauphin? 'tis a meer French word, We English warriors wot not, what it means. I come to know what prifoners thou haft ta'en, And to furvey the bodies of the dead. I - a giglot wench] A drab, ftrumpet. Mr. Pope. Char. Char. For prifoners ask'ft thou? hell our prifon is. But tell me whom thou feek'ft? Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence, Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton, Pucel. Here is a filly, ftately, ftile, indeed: Him that thou magnify'ft with all these titles, Lucy. Is Talbot flain, the Frenchmens' only fcourge, Pucel. I think, this Upstart is old Talbot's ghoft; He speaks with fuch a proud commanding spirit: For God's fake, let him have 'em ; to keep them here, They would but stink and putrifie the air. Char. Go, take their bodies hence. Lucy. I'll bear them hence; But from their ashes, Dauphin, shall be rear'd Char Char. So we be rid of them, do what thou wilt: And now to Paris, in this conq'ring vein; All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's flain. [Exeunt. S CE N E II. Changes to England. Enter King Henry, Gloucester, and Exeter. K. Henry, AVE you perus'd the letters from the HAV Pope, The Emperor, and the Earl of Armagnac ? Glou. 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? Glou. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To stop effufion of our Christian blood, And stablish quietness on ev'ry fide. K. Henry. Ay, marry, uncle, for I always thought It was both impious and unnatural, That such immanity and bloody ftrife Should reign among profeffors of one Faith. Glou. Befide, my lord, the fooner to effect And furer bind this knot of amity, The Earl of Armagnac, near kin to Charles, Proffers his only daughter to your Grace In marriage, with a large and fumptuous dowry. And fitter is my study and my books, I fhall be well content with any choice, "He'll make his Cap coequal with the Crown." K. Henry. My lords Ambaffadors, your sevʼral suits Have been confider'd and debated on; Your purpose is both good and reasonable : Glou. And for the proffer of my lord your mafter, K. Henry. In argument and proof of which Contract, 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. [Exeunt King and Train. Win. Stay, my lord Legate, you shall firft receive The fum of money which I promised Should be deliver'd to his Holinefs, For cloathing me in these grave ornaments. Legate. I will attend upon your lordfhip's leisure. Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow, Or be inferior to the proudeft Peer. Humphry of Glo' fter, thou fhalt well perceive, The |