Page 245 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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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 extirpèd from our provinces.
ALENÇON
For ever should they be expulsed from France, [25]
And not have title of an earldom here.
PUCELLE
Your honours shall perceive how I will work
To bring this matter to the wishèd end.
Drum sounds afar off.
Hark! By the sound of drum you may perceive
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. [30]
Here sound an English march.
There goes the Talbot with his colours spread,
And all the troops of English after him.
French march.
Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
Summon a parley, we will talk with him. [35]
Trumpets sound a parley.
CHARLES
A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
[Enter Burgundy and Forces.]
BURGUNDY
Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
PUCELLE
The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
BURGUNDY
What say’st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.
CHARLES
