| ACT V SCENE IV | Camp of the YORK in Anjou. |  | 
|  | Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others |  | 
| YORK | Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn. |  | 
|  | Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd |  | 
| Shepherd | Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright! |  | 
|  | Have I sought every country far and near, |  | 
|  | And, now it is my chance to find thee out, | 5 | 
|  | Must I behold thy timeless cruel death? |  | 
|  | Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee! |  | 
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch! |  | 
|  | I am descended of a gentler blood: |  | 
|  | Thou art no father nor no friend of mine. | 10 | 
| Shepherd | Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so; |  | 
|  | I did beget her, all the parish knows: |  | 
|  | Her mother liveth yet, can testify |  | 
|  | She was the first fruit of my bachelorship. |  | 
| WARWICK | Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage? | 15 | 
| YORK | This argues what her kind of life hath been, |  | 
|  | Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. |  | 
| Shepherd | Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle! |  | 
|  | God knows thou art a collop of my flesh; |  | 
|  | And for thy sake have I shed many a tear: | 20 | 
|  | Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan. |  | 
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man, |  | 
|  | Of purpose to obscure my noble birth. |  | 
| Shepherd | 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest |  | 
|  | The morn that I was wedded to her mother. | 25 | 
|  | Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl. |  | 
|  | Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time |  | 
|  | Of thy nativity! I would the milk |  | 
|  | Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast, |  | 
|  | Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake! | 30 | 
|  | Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, |  | 
|  | I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee! |  | 
|  | Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab? |  | 
|  | O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good. |  | 
|  | Exit |  | 
| YORK | Take her away; for she hath lived too long, | 35 | 
|  | To fill the world with vicious qualities. |  | 
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd: |  | 
|  | Not me begotten of a shepherd swain, |  | 
|  | But issued from the progeny of kings; |  | 
|  | Virtuous and holy; chosen from above, | 40 | 
|  | By inspiration of celestial grace, |  | 
|  | To work exceeding miracles on earth. |  | 
|  | I never had to do with wicked spirits: |  | 
|  | But you, that are polluted with your lusts, |  | 
|  | Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents, | 45 | 
|  | Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, |  | 
|  | Because you want the grace that others have, |  | 
|  | You judge it straight a thing impossible |  | 
|  | To compass wonders but by help of devils. |  | 
|  | No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been | 50 | 
|  | A virgin from her tender infancy, |  | 
|  | Chaste and immaculate in very thought; |  | 
|  | Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused, |  | 
|  | Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven. |  | 
| YORK | Ay, ay: away with her to execution! | 55 | 
| WARWICK | And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid, |  | 
|  | Spare for no faggots, let there be enow: |  | 
|  | Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake, |  | 
|  | That so her torture may be shortened. |  | 
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts? | 60 | 
|  | Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity, |  | 
|  | That warranteth by law to be thy privilege. |  | 
|  | I am with child, ye bloody homicides: |  | 
|  | Murder not then the fruit within my womb, |  | 
|  | Although ye hale me to a violent death. | 65 | 
| YORK | Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child! |  | 
| WARWICK | The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought: |  | 
|  | Is all your strict preciseness come to this? |  | 
| YORK | She and the Dauphin have been juggling: |  | 
|  | I did imagine what would be her refuge. | 70 | 
| WARWICK | Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live; |  | 
|  | Especially since Charles must father it. |  | 
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | You are deceived; my child is none of his: |  | 
|  | It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love. |  | 
| YORK | Alencon! that notorious Machiavel! | 75 | 
|  | It dies, an if it had a thousand lives. |  | 
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | O, give me leave, I have deluded you: |  | 
|  | 'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named, |  | 
|  | But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd. |  | 
| WARWICK | A married man! that's most intolerable. | 80 | 
| YORK | Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well, |  | 
|  | There were so many, whom she may accuse. |  | 
| WARWICK | It's sign she hath been liberal and free. |  | 
| YORK | And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure. |  | 
|  | Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee: | 85 | 
|  | Use no entreaty, for it is in vain. |  | 
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse: |  | 
|  | May never glorious sun reflex his beams |  | 
|  | Upon the country where you make abode; |  | 
|  | But darkness and the gloomy shade of death | 90 | 
|  | Environ you, till mischief and despair |  | 
|  | Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves! |  | 
|  | Exit, guarded |  | 
| YORK | Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes, |  | 
|  | Thou foul accursed minister of hell! |  | 
|  | Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended |  | 
| CARDINALOF WINCHESTER | Lord regent, I do greet your excellence | 95 | 
|  | With letters of commission from the king. |  | 
|  | For know, my lords, the states of Christendom, |  | 
|  | Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils, |  | 
|  | Have earnestly implored a general peace |  | 
|  | Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French; | 100 | 
|  | And here at hand the Dauphin and his train |  | 
|  | Approacheth, to confer about some matter. |  | 
| YORK | Is all our travail turn'd to this effect? |  | 
|  | After the slaughter of so many peers, |  | 
|  | So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers, | 105 | 
|  | That in this quarrel have been overthrown |  | 
|  | And sold their bodies for their country's benefit, |  | 
|  | Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace? |  | 
|  | Have we not lost most part of all the towns, |  | 
|  | By treason, falsehood and by treachery, | 110 | 
|  | Our great progenitors had conquered? |  | 
|  | O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief |  | 
|  | The utter loss of all the realm of France. |  | 
| WARWICK | Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace, |  | 
|  | It shall be with such strict and severe covenants | 115 | 
|  | As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby. |  | 
|  | Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS,REIGNIER, and others |  | 
| CHARLES | Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed |  | 
|  | That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France, |  | 
|  | We come to be informed by yourselves |  | 
|  | What the conditions of that league must be. | 120 | 
| YORK | Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes |  | 
|  | The hollow passage of my poison'd voice, |  | 
|  | By sight of these our baleful enemies. |  | 
| CARDINALOF WINCHESTER | Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus: |  | 
|  | That, in regard King Henry gives consent, | 125 | 
|  | Of mere compassion and of lenity, |  | 
|  | To ease your country of distressful war, |  | 
|  | And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace, |  | 
|  | You shall become true liegemen to his crown: |  | 
|  | And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear | 130 | 
|  | To pay him tribute, submit thyself, |  | 
|  | Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him, |  | 
|  | And still enjoy thy regal dignity. |  | 
| ALENCON | Must he be then as shadow of himself? |  | 
|  | Adorn his temples with a coronet, | 135 | 
|  | And yet, in substance and authority, |  | 
|  | Retain but privilege of a private man? |  | 
|  | This proffer is absurd and reasonless. |  | 
| CHARLES | 'Tis known already that I am possess'd |  | 
|  | With more than half the Gallian territories, | 140 | 
|  | And therein reverenced for their lawful king: |  | 
|  | Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd, |  | 
|  | Detract so much from that prerogative, |  | 
|  | As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole? |  | 
|  | No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep | 145 | 
|  | That which I have than, coveting for more, |  | 
|  | Be cast from possibility of all. |  | 
| YORK | Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means |  | 
|  | Used intercession to obtain a league, |  | 
|  | And, now the matter grows to compromise, | 150 | 
|  | Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison? |  | 
|  | Either accept the title thou usurp'st, |  | 
|  | Of benefit proceeding from our king |  | 
|  | And not of any challenge of desert, |  | 
|  | Or we will plague thee with incessant wars. | 155 | 
| REIGNIER | My lord, you do not well in obstinacy |  | 
|  | To cavil in the course of this contract: |  | 
|  | If once it be neglected, ten to one |  | 
|  | We shall not find like opportunity. |  | 
| ALENCON | To say the truth, it is your policy | 160 | 
|  | To save your subjects from such massacre |  | 
|  | And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen |  | 
|  | By our proceeding in hostility; |  | 
|  | And therefore take this compact of a truce, |  | 
|  | Although you break it when your pleasure serves. | 165 | 
| WARWICK | How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand? |  | 
| CHARLES | It shall; |  | 
|  | Only reserved, you claim no interest |  | 
|  | In any of our towns of garrison. |  | 
| YORK | Then swear allegiance to his majesty, | 170 | 
|  | As thou art knight, never to disobey |  | 
|  | Nor be rebellious to the crown of England, |  | 
|  | Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England. |  | 
|  | So, now dismiss your army when ye please: |  | 
|  | Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still, | 175 | 
|  | For here we entertain a solemn peace. |  | 
|  | Exeunt |  |