_Puc._ Dismay not, princes, at this accident,   [acc001] Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered: Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,   [acc003] For things that are not to be remedied. Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while   ·acc005· 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 ruled. _Char._ We have been guided by thee hitherto And of thy cunning had no diffidence:   ·acc010· One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. _Bast._ Search out thy wit for secret policies, And we will make thee famous through the world. _Alen._ We’ll set thy statue in some holy place, And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:   ·acc015· Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. _Puc._ Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise: By fair persuasions mix’d with sugar’d words We will entice the Duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot and to follow us.   ·acc020· _Char._ 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,   [acc023] But be extirped from our provinces. _Alen._ For ever should they be expulsed from France   ·acc025· And not have title of an earldom here. _Puc._ Your honours shall perceive how I will work To bring this matter to the wished end. [_Drum sounds afar off._ Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.   [acc030] _Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over at a distance,_ TALBOT _and his forces._ There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread, And all the troops of English after him.   [acc032] _French march. Enter the_ DUKE OF BURGUNDY _and forces._ Now in the rearward comes the duke and his: Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.   [acc036] Summon a parley; we will talk with him.   ·acc035· [_Trumpets sound a parley._ _Char._ A parley with the Duke of Burgundy! _Bur._ Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? _Puc._ The princely Charles of France, thy countryman. _Bur._ What say’st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. _Char._ Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.   ·acc040· _Puc._ Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. _Bur._ Speak on; but be not over-tedious.