Pucel.
Dismay not, Princes, at this accident,
Nor grieve that Roan is so recovered.

Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedy'd.
Let frantick Talbot triumph for a while;
And, like a Peacock, sweep along his tail:
We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
If Dauphin and the rest will be but rul'd.

Dau.
We have been guided by thee hitherto,
And of thy cunning had no diffidence.
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

Bast.
Search out thy wit for secret policies,
And we will make thee famous through the world.

Alan.
We'll set thy statue in some holy place,
And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed Saint.
Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.

Pucel.
Then thus it must be, this doth Joan devise:
By fair persuasions mixt with sugar'd words,
We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

Dau.
Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do That,
France were no place for Henry's warriors;
Nor shall that Nation boast it so with us,
But be extirped from our provinces.

Alan.
For ever should they be expuls'd from France,
And not have title of an Earldom here.

Pucel.
Your honours shall perceive how I will work,
To bring this matter to the wished end. [Drum beats afar off.
Hark, by the sound of drum you may perceive
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. [Here beat an English march.
There goes the Talbot with his colours spread,
And all the troops of English after him. [French March.
Now, in the rereward, comes the Duke and his:
Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind,
Summon a parley, we will talk with him. [Trumpets sound a parley.

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