2254O thou whose wounds become hard fauoured death,

2255Speake to thy father, ere thou yeeld thy breath,

2256Braue death by speaking, whither he will or no:

2257Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy Foe.

2258Poore Boy, he smiles, me thinkes, as who should say,

2259Had Death bene French, then Death had dyed to day.

2260Come, come, and lay him in his Fathers armes,

2261My spirit can no longer beare these harmes.

2262Souldiers adieu: I haue what I would haue,

2263Now my old armes are yong Iohn Talbots graue. Dyes

2266 Char. Had Yorke and Somerset brought rescue in,

2267We should haue found a bloody day of this.

2268 Bast. How the yong whelpe of Talbots raging wood,

2269Did flesh his punie-sword in Frenchmens blood.

2270 Puc. Once I encountred him, and thus I said:

2271Thou Maiden youth, be vanquisht by a Maide.

2272But with a proud Maiesticall high scorne

2273He answer'd thus: Yong Talbot was not borne

2274To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench:

2275So rushing in the bowels of the French,

2276He left me proudly, as vnworthy fight.

2277 Bur. Doubtlesse he would haue made a noble Knight:

2278See where he lyes inherced in the armes

2279Of the most bloody Nursser of his harmes.

2280 Bast. Hew them to peeces, hack their bones assunder,

2281Whose life was Englands glory, Gallia's wonder.

2282 Char. Oh no forbeare: For that which we haue fled

2283During the life, let vs not wrong it dead.

2285 Lu. Herald, conduct me to the Dolphins Tent,

2286To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.

2287 Char. On what submissiue message art thou sent?

2288 Lucy. Submission Dolphin? Tis a meere French word:

2289We English Warriours wot not what it meanes.

2290I come to know what Prisoners thou hast tane,

2291And to suruey the bodies of the dead.

2292 Char. For prisoners askst thou? Hell our prison is.

2293But tell me whom thou seek'st?

2294 Luc. But where's the great Alcides of the field,

2295Valiant Lord Talbot Earle of Shrewsbury?

2296Created for his rare successe in Armes,

2297Great Earle of Washford, Waterford, and Valence,

2298Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield,

2299Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,

2300Lord Cromwell of Wingefield, Lord Furniuall of Sheffeild,

2301The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge,

2302Knight of the Noble Order of S. George,

2303Worthy S. Michael, and the Golden Fleece,

2304Great Marshall to Henry the sixt,

2305Of all his Warres within the Realme of France.

2306 Puc. Heere's a silly stately stile indeede:

2307The Turke that two and fiftie Kingdomes hath,

2308Writes not so tedious a Stile as this.

2309Him that thou magnifi'st with all these Titles,

2310Stinking and fly-blowne lyes heere at our feete.

2311 Lucy. Is Talbot slaine, the Frenchmens only Scourge,

2312Your Kingdomes terror, and blacke Nemesis?

2313Oh were mine eye-balles into Bullets turn'd,

2314That I in rage might shoot them at your faces.

2315Oh, that I could but call these dead to life,

2316It were enough to fright the Realme of France.

2317Were but his Picture left amongst you here,

2318It would amaze the prowdest of you all.

2319Giue me their Bodyes, that I may beare them hence,

2320And giue them Buriall, as beseemes their worth.

2321 Pucel. I thinke this vpstart is old Talbots Ghost,

2322He speakes with such a proud commanding spirit:

2323For Gods sake let him haue him, to keepe them here,

2324They would but stinke, and putrifie the ayre.

2325 Char. Go take their bodies hence.

2326 Lucy. Ile beare them hence: but from their ashes shal

2327 be reard

2328A Phoenix that shall make all France affear'd.

2329 Char. So we be rid of them, do with him what y^u wilt.

2330And now to Paris in this conquering vaine,

2331All will be ours, now bloody Talbots slaine. Exit.

2335 King. Haue you perus'd the Letters from the Pope,

2336The Emperor, and the Earle of Arminack?

2337 Glo. I haue my Lord, and their intent is this,

2338They humbly sue vnto your Excellence,

2339To haue a godly peace concluded of,

2340Betweene the Realmes of England, and of France.

2341 King. How doth your Grace affect their motion?

2342 Glo. Well (my good Lord) and as the only meanes

2343To stop effusion of our Christian blood,

2344And stablish quietnesse on euery side.

2345 King. I marry Vnckle, for I alwayes thought

2346It was both impious and vnnaturall,

2347That such immanity and bloody strife

2348Should reigne among Professors of one Faith.

2349 Glo. Beside my Lord, the sooner to effect,

2350And surer binde this knot of amitie,

2351The Earle of Arminacke neere knit to Charles,

2352A man of great Authoritie in France,

2353Proffers his onely daughter to your Grace,

2354In marriage, with a large and sumptuous Dowrie.

2355 King. Marriage Vnckle? Alas my yeares are yong:

2356And fitter is my studie, and my Bookes,

2357Than wanton dalliance with a Paramour.

2358Yet call th'Embassadors, and as you please,

2359So let them haue their answeres euery one:

2360I shall be well content with any choyce

2361Tends to Gods glory, and my Countries weale.

2363 Exet. What, is my Lord of Winchester install'd,

2364And call'd vnto a Cardinalls degree?

2365Then I perceiue, that will be verified

2366Henry the Fift did sometime prophesie.

2367If once he come to be a Cardinall,

2368Hee'l make his cap coequall with the Crowne.

2369 King. My Lords Ambassadors, your seuerall suites

2370Haue bin consider'd and debated on,

2371Your purpose is both good and reasonable:

2372And therefore are we certainly resolu'd,

2373To draw conditions of a friendly peace,