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                                    The plains near Rouen 

       Enter CHARLES; the  BASTARD; ALENCON;  LA PUCELLE;  and 

forces 

       PUCELLE。   Dismay   not;   Princes;   at   this   accident;   Nor   grieve   that 

Rouen   is   so   recovered。   Care   is   no   cure;   but   rather   corrosive;   For   things 

that are not to be remedied。 Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while And like 

a peacock sweep along his tail; We'll pull his plumes and take away his 

train;   If   Dauphin   and   the   rest   will   be   but   rul'd。   CHARLES。   We   have 

guided     by   thee   hitherto;   And    of  thy  cunning     had   no   diffidence;    One 

sudden foil shall never breed distrust BASTARD。 Search out thy wit for 

secret    policies;    And    we   will   make     thee   famous     through    the   world。 

ALENCON。          We'll   set  thy   statue   in  some    holy   place;   And    have    thee 

reverenc'd   like   a   blessed   saint。   Employ   thee;   then;   sweet   virgin;   for   our 

good。   PUCELLE。   Then   thus   it   must   be;   this   doth   Joan   devise:   By   fair 

persuasions;      mix'd    with   sug'red    words;    We    will   entice   the   Duke    of 

Burgundy  To   leave   the   Talbot   and   to   follow   us。   CHARLES。 Ay;   marry; 

sweeting; if we could do that; France were no place for Henry's warriors; 

Nor   should   that   nation   boast   it   so   with   us;   But   be   extirped   from   our 

provinces。 ALENCON。 For ever should they be expuls'd from France; And 

not have tide of an earldom here。 PUCELLE。 Your honours shall perceive 

how I will work To bring this matter to the wished end。 'Drum sounds afar 

off'   Hark!   by   the   sound   of   drum   you   may   perceive   Their   powers   are 

marching unto Paris…ward。 

       Here   sound   an   English   march。   Enter;   and   pass   over   at   a   distance; 

TALBOT  and   his   forces There goes   the Talbot;   with   his   colours   spread; 

And all the troops of English after him。 

       French march。 Enter the DUKE OF BURGUNDY and his forces 

       Now   in   the   rearward   comes   the   Duke   and   his。   Fortune   in   favour 

makes      him    lag  behind。     Summon       a  parley;    we   will   talk   with   him。 

'Trumpets       sound    a   parley'   CHARLES。         A   parley    with   the   Duke    of 

Burgundy!       BURGUNDY。           Who     craves    a  parley    with   the   Burgundy? 

PUCELLE。           The     princely     Charles      of    France;     thy    countryman。 



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BURGUNDY。            What     say'st   thou;   Charles?     for   I  am    marching     hence。 

CHARLES。 Speak; Pucelle; and enchant him with thy words。 PUCELLE。 

Brave      Burgundy;      undoubted       hope    of   France!     Stay;    let  thy   humble 

handmaid speak to thee。 BURGUNDY。 Speak on; but be not over…tedious。 

PUCELLE。 Look on thy country; look on fertile France; And see the cities 

and   the   towns   defac'd   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;   Which   thou   thyself   hast   given   her   woeful   breast。   O; 

turn   thy   edged   sword   another   way;   Strike   those   that   hurt;   and   hurt   not 

those    that   help!   One    drop    of  blood    drawn    from    thy   country's    bosom 

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。 

BURGUNDY。   Either   she   hath   bewitch'd   me   with   her   words;   Or   nature 

makes   me   suddenly   relent。   PUCELLE。   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   countrymen;       And     join'st  with    them     will   be   thy 

slaughtermen。  Come;  come;   return;   return; thou   wandering   lord;   Charles 

and the rest will take thee in their arms。 BURGUNDY。 I am vanquished; 

these   haughty   words   of   hers   Have   batt'red   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。   PUCELLE。   Done   like   a   Frenchman…   'Aside'   turn   and   turn   again。 

CHARLES。          Welcome;       brave    Duke!     Thy     friendship     makes     us   fresh。 

BASTARD。   And   doth   beget   new   courage   in   our   breasts。   ALENCON。 

Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this; And doth deserve a coronet of 



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gold。 CHARLES。 Now let us on; my lords; and join our powers; And seek 

how we may prejudice the foe。 Exeunt 



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                                        SCENE 4。 



                                       Paris。 The palace 

       Enter     the    KING;       GLOUCESTER;             WINCHESTER;            YORK; 

SUFFOLK;   SOMERSET;   WARWICK;                     EXETER;   VERNON;   BASSET; 

and others。 To them; with his soldiers; TALBOT 

       TALBOT。   My   gracious   Prince;         and   honourable   peers;   Hearing      of 

your arrival in this realm; I have awhile given truce unto my wars To do 

my duty to my sovereign; In sign whereof; this arm that hath reclaim'd To 

your obedience fifty fortresses; Twelve cities; and seven walled towns of 

strength;   Beside   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'   KING   HENRY。   Is   this   the   Lord Talbot;   uncle   Gloucester;   That 

hath   so   long   been   resident   in   France?   GLOUCESTER。  Yes;   if   it   please 

your    Majesty;    my    liege。  KING     HENRY。       Welcome;     brave    captain   and 

victorious 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 resolved 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。 Sennet。 Flourish。 Exeunt all but VERNON 

and    BASSET       VERNON。        Now;     sir;  to  you;  that   were   so   hot  at  sea; 

Disgracing   of   these   colours   that   I   wear   In   honour   of   my   noble   Lord   of 

York Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? BASSET。 Yes; 

sir;   as   well   as   you   dare   patronage   The   envious   barking   of   your   saucy 

tongue Against my lord the Duke o

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