Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

[Exeunt King Henry and Train; GLOSTER,

Exeter, and Ambassadors. Win. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first receive The sum of money, which I promised Should be deliver'd to his holiness For clothing me in these grave ornaments.

Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.

Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow, Or be inferior to the proudest peer. Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, That, neither in birth, or for authority, The bishop will be overborne by thee: I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee, Or sack this country with a mutiny. [Ereunt.

SCENE II.

France. Plains in Anjou.

Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA

Pucelle, and Forces, marching. Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our

drooping spirits: 'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, And turn again unto the warlike French. Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of

France,
And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Else, ruin combat with their palaces!

Enter a Messenger.
Mess. Success unto our valiant general,
And happiness to his accomplices!
Char. What tidings send our scouts? I pr’ythee,

speak.
Mess. The English army, that divided was
Into two parts, is now conjoin’d in one;
And means to give you battle presently.

Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; But we will presently provide for them.

Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.

Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd :Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. Char. Then on, my lords; And France be fortunate!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The same. Before Angiers.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter La Pucelle.
Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen

fly-
Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts;o
And

ye choice spirits that admonish me, And give me signs of future accidents! [Thunder. You speedy helpers, that are substitutes Under the lordly monarch of the north, Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!

1

La Pucelle. Jee:they forsake

Now, ye

Enter Fiends.
This speedy quick appearance argues proof
Of
your accustom'd diligence to me.

familiar spirits, that are cullid Out of the powerful regions under earth. Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[They walk about, and speak not. O, hold me not with silence over-long ! Where? I was wont to feed you with my blood, I'll lop a member off, and give it you, , In earnest of a further benefit; So you do condescend to help me now.

[They hang their heads. No hope to have redress ?–My borly shall Pay recompense, if

you will grant my suit.

[They shake their heads. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, Entreat you to your wonted furtherance? Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all, Before that England give the French the foil.

[They depart. See! they forsake me.

Now the time is come,
That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest,
And let her head fall into England's lap.
My ancient incantations are too weak,
And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. (Exit.
Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting.

La Pucelle and YORK fight hand to hand. LA
Pucelle is taken. The French fly.
York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you