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And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
Some of his bastard blood; and, in disgrace, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, base, Two Talbots, winged through the lither* sky,
And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,

In thy despite, shall 'scape mortality:-
Mean and right poor; for that pure blood of mine, O thou whose wounds become hard-favour'd
Which thou didst force from Talbot, my bruve

death, boy =

Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath: Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy, Brave death by speaking, whether he will, or Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's

no; care;

Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.Art not thou weary, John ? How dost thou fare? Poor boy! he smiles, methinks; as who should Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,

say

(to-day. Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry? Had death been French, then death had died Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead; Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; The help of one stands me in little stead. My spirit can no longer bear these harms. 0, too much folly is it, well I wot,

Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have, To hazard all our lives in one small boat. Now my old arms are young John Talbot's If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,

grave.

(Dies. To-morrow I shall die with mickle age: By me they nothing gain, an if I stay,

Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving Tis but the shortning of my life one day:

the two Bodies. Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,

BURGUNDY, BASTARD, LA PUCELLE, and

Forces. My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:

Char. Had York and Somerset brought resAll these, and more, we hazard by thy stay;

cue in, All these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away. We should have found a bloody day of this. John. The sword of Orleans hath not made

Bast, How the young whelp of Talbot's, me smart,

[heart:
raging-wood,t

[blood! These words of yours draw life-blood from my Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's On that advantage, bought with such a shame, Puc. Once I'encounter'd him, and thus 1 (To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame,)

said, Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly, The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die: But-with a proud, majestical high scorn,

Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid : And like me to the peasant boys of France;

He answer'd thus; Young Talbot was not born
To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance! To be the pillage of a giglott wench :
Surely, by all the glory you have won,

So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;

He left me proudly as unworthy fight.

Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot. Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of See, where he lies inhersed in the arms

knight: Crete,

Of the most bloody nurser of his harms. Thou Icarus ; thy life to me is sweet:

Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;

asunder;

[der. And, cominendable prov'd, let's die in pride. Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's won

[Exeunt.

Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we SCENE VII.-Another part of the same.

have fled

During the lise, let us not wrong it dead. Alarum: Excursions. Enter Talbot wounded, supported by a SERVANT.

Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY, attended ; a Freneh Tal. Where is my other life?-mine own is

Herald preceding. gone;

[John ?0, where's young Talbot? where is valiant

Lucy. Herald, Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity!

Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee: Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day. When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee,

Char. On what submissive message art thou

sent? His bloody sword he brandish'd over me, And, like a hungry lion, did commence

Lucy. Submission, Dauphin ? 'tis a mere

French word;
Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience;
But when my angry guardant stood alone,

We English warriors wot not what it means. Tend'ring my ruin, and assail'd of none,

I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en, Dizzy-ey'd fury, and great rage of heart,

And to survey the bodies of the dead. Suddenly made him from my side to start

Char. For prisoners ask'st thou ? hell our Into the clust'ring battle of the French:

prison is. And in that sea of blood my boy did drench

But tell me whom thou seek'st. His overmounting spirit; and there died

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury ?

Created, for his rare success in arms, [lence; Enter Soldiers, bearing the Body of JOHN Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and VaTALBOT.

Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urcbingfield, Sero. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of

Alton,

[Sheffield, borne ! Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh’st us The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge ;

Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Farnival of here to scorn,

Knight of the noble order of Saint George,

Worthy saint Michael, and the golden fleece ; * Like me, reduce me to a level with. + Death stained and dishonoured with captivity. 1- Watching me with tenderness in my fall."

* Flexible, yielding. + Raving mad. # Wanton.

Great mareschal to Henry the sixth,

I shall be well content with any choice,
Of all his wars within the realm of France ? Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.

Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed!
The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath, Enter a LEGATE, and two AMBASSADORS, with
Writes not so tedious a style as this.-

WINCHESTER, in a Cardinals Habit. Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles,

Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester inStinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet. Lucy. Ys Talbot slain; the Frenchmen's only And call’d unto a cardinal's degree !

stallid, scourge, Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?

Then, I perceive, that will be verified,

Henry the fifth did sometime prophesy,O, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd, That I, in rage, might shoot them at your He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.

If once he come to be a cardinal, faces !

K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your seveO, that I could but call these dead to life!

ral suits It were enough to fright the realm of France:

Have been consider'd and debated on. Were but his

picture left among you here, It would amaze the proudest of you all.

Your purpose is both good and reasonable: Give me their bodies; that I may bear them to draw conditions of a friendly peace;

And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd hence, And give them burial as beseems their worth. Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's Shall be transported presently

to France.

Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your ghost, He speaks with such a proud commanding I have inform’d' his highness so at large,

master, spirit. For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep Her beauty, and the value of her dower,

As-liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, them here,

He doth intend she shall be England's queen. They would but stink, and putrify the air. Char. Go, take their bodies hence.

K. Hen. In argument and proof of which Lucy. I'll bear them hence:

contract, But from their ashes shall be rear'd

Bear her this jewel, [To the Amb.) pledge of A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.

my affection. Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em And safely brought to Dover; where, in

And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, what thou wilt. And now to Paris, in this conquering vein;

shipp’d,

Commit them to the fortune of the sea. All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

[Exeunt.

[Exeunt King HENRY and Train; GLOSTER,

EXETER, and AMBASSADORS

Win. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first ACT V.

receive SCENE 1.- London.-A Room in the Palace. The sum of money, which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his holiness Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and ExETER.

For clothing me in these grave ornaments. K. Hen. Have you perus’d the letters from

Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leiThe emperor, and the earl of Armagnac?

Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is Or be inferior to the proudest peer. (trow, this,

Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well per They humbly sue unto your excellence,

ceive, To have a godly peace concluded of,

That, neither in birth, or for authority, Between the realms of England and of France. The bishop will be overborne by thee: K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee, motion?

Or sack this country with a mutiny. [Exeunt. Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only

SCENE II.- France.--Plains in Anjou. To stop effusion of our Christian blood, And 'stablish quietness on every side.

Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always

PUCELLE, and Forces marching. thought,

Chur. These news, my lords, may cheer our It was both impious and unnatural,

drooping spirits : That such immanityt and bloody strife 'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, Should reign among professors of one faith. And turn again unto the warlike French.

Glo. Beside, my lord,—the sooner to effect, Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of And surer bind, this knot of amity,

France, The earl of Armagnac--near knit to Charles, And keep not back your powers in dalliance. A man of great authority in France,

Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn Proffers his only daughter to your grace In marriage, with a large and sumptuous Else, ruin combat with their palaces !

dowry. K. Hen. Marriage, uncle! alas! my years

Enter a MESSENGER. are young; And fitter is my study and my books,

Mess. Success unto our valiant general, Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.

And happiness to his accomplices ! Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you

Char. What tidings send our scouts? I pr’yplease,

thee,

speak. So let them have their answers every one:

Mess. The English army, that divided was

Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one; * Confound. + Barbarity, savageness,

And means to give you battle presently.

the pope,

sure.

means

to us;

no

Char. Somewhat too sudden, Sirs, the warn- York. Fell, banning* hag! enchantress, ing is;

hold thy tongue. But we will presently provide for them. Puc. I pr’ythee, give me leave to curse a Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there;

while. Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most ac

to the stake.

[Exeunt. curs'd :

[thine; Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be

Alarums. Enter SUFFOLK, leading in Lady

MARGARET.
Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.
Char. Then on, my lords; And France be Suff. Be what thou wilt, thou art my pri-
fortunate!

[Exeunt.
soner.

[Gazes on her.

O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly; SCENE III.-The same.Before Angiers. For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, Alarums: Excursions. Enter LA PUCELLE.

And lay them gently on thy tender side.

I kiss these fingers [Kissing her hand.) for Puc. The regent conquers, and the French

eternal peace: men fly.

Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee. Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts ;*

Mar. Margaret my name; and daughter to And ye choice spirits that admonish me,

a king, And give me signs of future accidents !

The king of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.

[Thunder. You speedy helpers, that are substitutes

Suff. An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call’d.

Be not offended, nature's miracle, L'nder the lordly monarch of the north, Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me: Appear, and aid me in this enterprize! So doth the swan her downy cygnets save, Enter Fiends.

Keeping them prisoners underneath her wings.

Yet, if this servile usage once offend, This speedy quick appearance argues proof Go, and be free again as Suffolk's friend. Of your accustom’d diligence to me.

[She turns away as going. Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd 0, stay! I have no power to let her pass; Help me this once, that France may get the My hand would free her, but my heart says,

field. [They walk about, and speak not. As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, 0, hold me not with silence over-long! Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, so seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.

Twinkling another counterfeited beam, I'll lop a member off, and give it you,

Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak : In earnest of a further benefit;

I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind : So you do condescend to help me now:-- Fie, De la Poole! disable not thyself;t

[They hang their heads. Hast not a tongue? is she not here thy prisNo hope to have redress ?-My body shall

oner? Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit. Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?

[They shuke their heads. Ay; beauty's princely majesty is such, Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice,

Confounds the tongue, and makes the senses Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?

rough. Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all, Mar. Say earl of Suffolk,-if thy name be Before that England give the French the foil.

80,

[They depart. What ransom must I pay before I pass ? See! they forsake me. Now the time is come, For, I perceive, I am thy prisoner. That France must vailt her lofty-plumed crest, Suff. How canst tbou tell, she will deny thy And let her head fall into England's lap.

suit, My apcient incantations are too weak, Before thou make a trial of her love? [Aside. And hell too strong for me to buckle with:

Mar. Why speak'st thou not? what ransom Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.

must I pay? [Exit.

Sujt. She's beautiful; and therefore to be

woo'd: Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting: She is a woman; therefore to be won. [Aside.

LA PUCELLE and YORK fight hand to hand. Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea, or La Pucelle is taken. The French fly.

no ? York. Damsel of France, I think, I have Suff. Fond man! remember, that thou hast you fast:

a wife; Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms, Then how can Margaret be thy paramour ? And try if they can gain your liberty:

[Aside. A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace! Mar. I were best leave him, for he will not See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,

hear. As it, with Circe, she would change my shape. Suff. There all is marr'd; there lies a coolPuc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst

ing card. not be.

Mar. He talks at random; sure, the man is York. 0, Charles the Dauphin is a proper

mad. man;

Sulf. And yet a dispensation may be had. No shape bui bis can please your dainty eye.

Mar. And yet I would that you would anPuc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles,

swer me. and thee!

Suff. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom? And may you both be suddenly surpris'd Why, for my king: Tush! that's a wooden By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!

thing. +

* To ban is to curse. * Charms sowed up.

+“Do not represent thyself so weak." + The north was supposed to be the particular habitation t An awkward business, an undertaking not likely to of bad spirits.

Lower.

succeed.

cause

now.

Mur. He talks of wood: It is some car. Reig. Upon thy princely warrant, 1 descend, penter.

To give thee answer of thy just demand. Suff. Yet so my fancy* may be satisfied,

[Exit, from the Walls. And

peace established between these realms. Suff. And here I will expect thy coming. But there remains a scruple in that too: For though her father be the king of Naples, Trumpets sounded. Enter Reignier, below. Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor, And our nobility will scorn the match. [Aside.

Reig. Welcome, brave earl, into our terriMar, Hear ye, captain? Are you not at

tories; leisure?

Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. Suff. It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so

Suff. Thanks, Reignier, bappy for so sweet a much:

child, Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.

Fit to be made companion with a king: Madam, I have a secret to reveal.

What answer makes your grace unto my suit? Mar. What though I be enthrall’d? he seems

Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little a knight,

worth, And will not any way dishonour me. (Aside. To be the princely bride of such a lord; Suff. Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.

Upon condition I'may quietly Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescu'd by the Enjoy mine own, the county Maine, and Anjou, French;

Free from oppression, or the stroke of war, And then I need not crave his courtesy:

My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please. (Aside.

Suff. That is her ransom, 'I deliver her; Suff. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a

And those two counties, I will undertake,

Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy. Mar. Tush! women have been captivate ere

Reig. And I again,-in Henry's royal name, [Aside.

As deputy unto that gracious king, Suff. Lady, wherefore talk you so ?

Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith. Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo.

Suff. Reignier of France, give thee kingly Suff. Say, gentle princess, would you not Because this is in traffic of a king: (thanks, suppose

And yet, methinks, I could be well content Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?

To be mine own attorney in this case. (Aside. Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile I'll over then to England with this

news, Than is a slave in base servility;

And make this marriage to be solemniz'd; For princes should be free,

So, farewell, Reignier! Set this diamond safe Sutt. And so shall you,

In golden palaces, as it becomes. if happy England's royal king be free.

Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto The Christian prince, king Henry, were he me i

here. Suff. I'll undertake to make thee Henry's

Mar. Farewell, my lord! Good wishes, praise,

and prayers, queen ; To put a golden sceptre in thy hand,

Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. (Going. And set a precious crown upon thy head,

Suff. Farewell, sweet madam! But hark you, If thou wilt condescend to be my

Margaret; Mar. What?

No princely commendations to my king? Suff. His love.

Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.

A virgin, and his servant say to him. Suff. No, gentle madam; I unworthy am

Sutt Words sweetly plac'd and modestly To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,

directed, And have no portion in the choice myself.

But, madam, I must trouble you again,How say you, madam; are you so content?

No loving token to his majesty ? Mar. An if my father please, I am content.

Mur. Yes, my good lord ; a pure unspotted Suff. Then call our captains, and our co

heart, lours forth:

Never yet taint with love, I send the king. And, madam, at your father's castle walls Suff. And this withal.

[Kisses her. We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.

Mar. That for thyself;-I will not so presume, [Troops come forward. To send such

peevish* tokens to a king.

[Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET. A Parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER, on the

Suff. O, wert thou for myself!-But, Suffolk, Walls.

stay;

Thou
Suff. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter pri- There Minotaurs,

and ugly treasons, lurk. may'st not wander in that labyrinth;

Solicit Henry with her wond'rous praise: Reig. To whom?

Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount; Suff. To me. Reig. Suffolk, what remedy?

Madet natural graces that extinguish art; I am à sol 'ier ; and unapt to weep,

Repeat their semblance often on the seas, Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.

That, when thou com’st to kneel at Henry's Suff. Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord: Thou may'st' bereave him of his wits with won

feet, Consent, (and for thy honour give consent,) Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;

[Exit. Whom I with paid have woo'd and won thereto; SCENE IV.–Camp of the Duke of York, in And this her easy-held imprisonment

Anjou.
Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty.
Reig. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?

Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others. Suit. Fair Margaret knows,

York. Bring forth that sorceress, condemnd That Suffolk doth not flatter, facet or feign.

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soner.

der.

to burn. † Play the hypocrite.

* Childish.

+ Wild.

# Love,

this man,

Enter La Pucelle, guarded, and a SHEPHERD. | Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity; Shep. Ah, Joan! this kills thy father's heart That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.outright!

I am with child, ye bloody homicides : Have I sought every country far and near,

Murder not then the fruit within my womb, And, now it is my chance to find thee out,

Although ye hale me to a violent death. Must I behold thy timeless* cruel death?

York. Now heaven forfend! the holy maid

with child ? Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!

War. The greatest miracle that e'er ye Puc. Decrepit miser !+ base ignoble wretch! Is all your strict preciseness come to this ? I am descended of a gentler blood; Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine.

York. She and the Dauphin have been jugShep. Out, out!—My lords, an please you, I did imagine what would be her refuge.

gling: 'tis not so; I did beget her, all the parish knows:

War. Well, go to; we will have no bastards Her mother liveth yet, can testify,

Epecially, since Charles must father it. [live; She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.

Puc. You are deceir'd; my child is none of War. Graceless ! wilt thou deny thy paren- it was Alençon, that enjoy'd my love. [his; tage?

York. Alençon! that notorious Machiavel! York. This argues what her kind of life hath It dies, an if it had a thousand lives. been ;

Puc. O, give me leave, I have deluded you ; Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. 'Twas neither Charles, nor yet the duke i Shep. Fie, Joan! that thou wilt be so ob

nam'd, stacle!

But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd. God knows, thou art a collop of my flesh;

War. A married man! that's most intolerable. And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:

York. Why, here's a girl! I think, she knows Deny me not, I pr’ythee, gentle Joan.

not well, Puc. Peasant, avaunt!-You have suborn'a There were so many, whom she may accuse.

War. It's sign, she hath been liberal and Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.

free, Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest,

York. And, yet, forsooth, she is a virgin The morn that I was wedded to her inother-Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat, and

[thee : Kneel down and take my blessing, good my Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.

girl. Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time

Puc. Then lead me hence ;-with whom I Of thy nativity! I would, the milk (breast,

leave my curse : Thy mother gave thee, when thou suck dst her May never glorious sun reflex his beams Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!

Upon the country where you make abode! Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, But darkness and the gloomy shade of death I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee! Environ you; till mischicf, and despair, Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?

Drive you to break your necks, or hang yourO, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good.

selves!

[Exit, guarded. (Exit.

York. Break thou in pieces, and consume to York. Take her away; for she hath liva too Thou foul accursed minister of hell! [ashes, To fill the world with vicious qualities. [long, Puc. First, let me tell you whom you have

Enter Cardinal BEAUFORT, attended. condemn'd:

Car. Lord regent, I do greet your excellence Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,

With letters of commission from the king. But issu'd from the progeny of kings ;

For know, my lords, the states of Christendom, Virtuous, and holy; chosen from above,

Moy'd with remorse of these outrageous broils, By inspiration of celestial grace,

· Have earnestly implor'd a general peace To work exceeding miracles on earth.

Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French; I never had to do with wicked spirits :

And here at hand the Dauphin, and his train, But you,—that are polluted with your lusts, Approacheth, to confer about some matter. Staind with the guiltless blood of innocents,

York, Is all onir travail turn'd to this effect? Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,

After the slaughter of so many peers, Because you want the grace that others have, So many captains, gentlemen, and soldiers, Yon judge it straight a thing impossible That in this quarrel have been overthrown, To compass wonders, but by help of devils. And sold their bodies for their country's benefit, No, misconceived ! Joan of Arc hath been Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace ? A virgin from her tender infancy,

Have we not lost most part of all the towns, Chaste and immaculate in very thought;

By treason, falsehood, and by treachery, Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effus'd, Our great progenitors had conquered ? Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven. O, Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief

York. Ay, ay-away with her to execution. The utter loss of all the realm of France. War. And hark ye, Sirs; because she is a War. Be patient, York: if we conclude a maid,

peace, Spare for no fagots, let there be enough: It shall be with such strict and severe covenants, Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake, As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby. That so her torture may be shortened. Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting Enter Charles, attended; ALENÇON, BASTARD, hearts ?

REIGNIER, and others.

Chur. Since, lords of England, it is thus * Untimely.

agreed,

(France, + Miser here simply means a miserable creature. 1 A corruption of obstinate.

That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in No, ye misconceivers, ye who mistake me and my qualitios."

* Compassion

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