SCENE II.

France. Plains in Anjou.

Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and forces, marching.

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

Enter MESSENGER.

Mes. Success unto our valiant general,

And happiness to his accomplices!

Charles. What tidings send our scouts? I pr'ythee, speak.

Mes. The English army, that divided was

Into two parties, is now conjoin'd in one,
And means to give you battle presently.

Charles. 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.

Pu. Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.

Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.

Charles. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

The same. Before Angiers.

Alarums. Excursions. Enter LA PUCELle.

Pu. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen

fly.

[thunder.

Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts; 1
And ye choice spirits that admonish me,
And give me signs of future accidents!
You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
Under the lordly monarch of the north,
Appear, and aid me in this enterprise !

Enter Fiends.

2

This speedy quick appearance argues proof
Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
Out of the powerful regions under earth,

Help me this once, that France may get the field.

[they walk about, and speak not.

I Charms worn about the neck as preservatives from disease or danger.

2 The north was supposed to be the particular habitation of evil spirits.

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 farther benefit,

So

you

do condescend to help me now.

No hope to have redress ?-My body shall
Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.

[they hang their heads.

[they shake their heads.

wonted furtherance ?

Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice,
Entreat

you to your

Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all,
Before that England give the French the foil.

Sce! they forsake me.

[they depart.

Now the time is come,

That France must vail 2 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.

CELLE is taken. The French fly.

LA PU

York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you

fast.

Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms,

1 Whereas.

2 Lower.