1621Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his:

1622Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde.

1623Summon a Parley, we will talke with him.

1625 Charles. A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie.

1626 Burg. Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie?

1627 Pucell. The Princely Charles of France, thy Countrey-

1628man.

1629 Burg. What say'st thou Charles? for I am marching

1630hence.

1631 Charles. Speake Pucell, and enchaunt him with thy

1632words.

1633 Pucell. Braue Burgonie, vndoubted hope of France,

1634Stay, let thy humble Hand-maid speake to thee.

1635 Burg. Speake on, but be not ouer-tedious.

1636 Pucell. Looke on thy Country, look on fertile France,

1637And see the Cities and the Townes defac't,

1638By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe,

1639As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe,

1640When Death doth close his tender-dying Eyes.

1641See, see the pining Maladie of France:

1642Behold the Wounds, the most vnnaturall Wounds,

1643Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest.

1644Oh turne thy edged Sword another way,

1645Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that helpe:

1646One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome,

1647Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore.

1648Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares,

1649And wash away thy Countries stayned Spots.

1650 Burg. Either she hath bewitcht me with her words,

1651Or Nature makes me suddenly relent.

1652 Pucell. Besides, all French and France exclaimes on thee,

1653Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie.

1654Who ioyn'st thou with, but with a Lordly Nation,

1655That will not trust thee, but for profits sake?

1656When Talbot hath set footing once in France,

1657And fashion'd thee that Instrument of Ill,

1658Who then, but English Henry, will be Lord,

1659And thou be thrust out, like a Fugitiue?

1660Call we to minde, and marke but this for proofe:

1661Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe?

1662And was he not in England Prisoner?

1663But when they heard he was thine Enemie,

1664They set him free, without his Ransome pay'd,

1665In spight of Burgonie and all his friends.

1666See then, thou fight'st against thy Countreymen,

1667And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter-men.

1668Come, come, returne; returne thou wandering Lord,

1669Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes.

1670 Burg. I am vanquished:

1671These haughtie wordes of hers

1672Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon-shot,

1673And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees.

1674Forgiue me Countrey, and sweet Countreymen:

1675And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace.

1676My Forces and my Power of Men are yours.

1677So farwell Talbot, Ile no longer trust thee.

1678 Pucell. Done like a Frenchman: turne and turne a-

1679gaine.

1680 Charles. Welcome braue Duke, thy friendship makes

1681vs fresh.

1682 Bastard. And doth beget new Courage in our

1683Breasts.

1684 Alans. Pucell hath brauely play'd her part in this,

1685And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold.

1686 Charles. Now let vs on, my Lords,

1687And ioyne our Powers,

1688And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe. Exeunt.

1693 Talb. My gracious Prince, and honorable Peeres,

1694Hearing of your arriuall in this Realme,

1695I haue a while giuen Truce vnto my Warres,

1696To doe my dutie to my Soueraigne.

1697In signe whereof, this Arme, that hath reclaym'd

1698To your obedience, fiftie Fortresses,

1699Twelue Cities, and seuen walled Townes of strength,

1700Beside fiue hundred Prisoners of esteeme;

1701Lets fall his Sword before your Highnesse feet:

1702And with submissiue loyaltie of heart

1703Ascribes the Glory of his Conquest got,

1704First to my God, and next vnto your Grace.

1705 King. Is this the Lord Talbot, Vnckle Gloucester,

1706That hath so long beene resident in France?

1707 Glost. Yes, if it please your Maiestie, my Liege.

1708 King. Welcome braue Captaine, and victorious Lord.

1709When I was young (as yet I am not old)

1710I doe remember how my Father said,

1711A stouter Champion neuer handled Sword.

1712Long since we were resolued of your truth,

1713Your faithfull seruice, and your toyle in Warre:

1714Yet neuer haue you tasted our Reward,

1715Or beene reguerdon'd with so much as Thanks,

1716Because till now, we neuer saw your face.

1717Therefore stand vp, and for these good deserts,

1718We here create you Earle of Shrewsbury,

1719And in our Coronation take your place.

1722 Vern. Now Sir, to you that were so hot at Sea,

1723Disgracing of these Colours that I weare,

1724In honor of my Noble Lord of Yorke

1725Dar'st thou maintaine the former words thou spak'st?

1726 Bass. Yes Sir, as well as you dare patronage

1727The enuious barking of your sawcie Tongue,

1728Against my Lord the Duke of Somerset.

1729 Vern. Sirrha, thy Lord I honour as he is.

1730 Bass. Why, what is he? as good a man as Yorke.

1731 Vern. Hearke ye: not so: in witnesse take ye that.

1733 Bass. Villaine, thou knowest

1734The Law of Armes is such,

1735That who so drawes a Sword, 'tis present death,

1736Or else this Blow should broach thy dearest Bloud.

1737But Ile vnto his Maiestie, and craue,

1738I may haue libertie to venge this Wrong,

1739When thou shalt see, Ile meet thee to thy cost.

1740 Vern. Well miscreant, Ile be there as soone as you,

1741And after meete you, sooner then you would.