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And therefore are we certainly resolu'd,
To draw conditions of a friendly peace,
Which by my Lord of Winchester we meane
Shall be transported presently to France
Glo. And for the proffer of my Lord your Master,
I haue inform'd his Highnesse so at large,
As liking of the Ladies vertuous gifts,
Her Beauty, and the valew of her Dower,
He doth intend she shall be Englands Queene
King. In argument and proofe of which contract,
Beare her this Iewell, pledge of my affection.
And so my Lord Protector see them guarded,
And safely brought to Douer, wherein ship'd
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.
Exeunt.
Win. Stay my Lord Legate, you shall first receiue
The summe of money which I promised
Should be deliuered to his Holinesse,
For cloathing me in these graue Ornaments
Legat. I will attend vpon your Lordships leysure
Win. Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Or be inferiour to the proudest Peere;
Humfrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceiue,
That neither in birth, or for authoritie,
The Bishop will be ouer-borne by thee:
Ile either make thee stoope, and bend thy knee,
Or sacke this Country with a mutiny.
Exeunt.
Scoena Tertia.
Enter Charles, Burgundy, Alanson, Bastard, Reignier, and Ione.
Char. These newes (my Lords) may cheere our drooping
spirits:
'Tis said, the stout Parisians do reuolt,
And turne againe vnto the warlike French
Alan. Then march to Paris Royall Charles of France,
And keepe not backe your powers in dalliance
Pucel. Peace be amongst them if they turne to vs,
Else ruine combate with their Pallaces.
Enter Scout.
Scout. Successe vnto our valiant Generall,
And happinesse to his accomplices
Char. What tidings send our Scouts? I prethee speak
Scout. The English Army that diuided was
Into two parties, is now conioyn'd in one,
And meanes to giue you battell presently
Char. Somewhat too sodaine Sirs, the warning is,
But we will presently prouide for them
Bur. I trust the Ghost of Talbot is not there:
Now he is gone my Lord, you neede not feare
Pucel. Of all base passions, Feare is most accurst.
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