Or Horfe or Oxen from the Leopard, [Alarum. Here another skirmish. It will not be retire into your trenches: In fpight of us, or ought that we could do. The shame hereof will make me hide my head. [Exit Talbot, [Alarum, Retreat, Flourish. SCENE XI. Enter on the wall, Pucelle, Dauphin, Reignier, Alanfon, and Soldiers. Pucel. Advance our waving colours on the walls, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. Recover'd is the town of Orleans More bleffed hap did ne'er befal our state. Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, And feaft and banquet in the open streets, To celebrate the joy that God hath giv❜n us. Alan. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, When they fhall hear how we have play'd the men. Dau. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won: For which I will divide my crown with her, And all the priests and friers in my realm Shall in proceffion fing her endless praise. A ftatelier pyramid to her I'll rear, Than Rhodope's or Memphis ever was! In In memory of her, when he is dead, [Flourish. Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I Continues in Orleans. Enter a Serjeant of a Band, with two Centinels. S SERJEANT. IRS take your places, and be vigilant : Cent. Serjeant, you fhall. Thus are poor fervitors (When others fleep upon their quiet beds) Conftrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold. Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with fealing ladders. Their Drums beating a dead march. Tal. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, VOL. V. B As As fitting beft to quittance their deceit, Bed, Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame, Defpairing of his own arms fortitude, Bed. A maid? and be fo martial ? pure ? Bur. Pray God fhe prove not mafculine ere long, If underneath the standard of the French She carry armour as fhe hath begun. Tal. Well, let them practife and converfe with Spirits, God is our fortrefs, in whofe conqu'ring name Let us refolve to fcale their Ainty bulwarks. Bed. Afcend, brave Talbot, we will follow thee. That we do make our entrance feveral ways: The other yet may rise against their force. Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner. Bur. I to this. Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave. Now Salisbury! for thee and for the right Of English Henry, fhall this night appear How much in duty I am bound to both. Cent. Arm, arm; the enemy doth make affault. [Cry, St. George! 4 Talbot! SCENE IL. The French leap o'er the walls in their fhirts. Enter feveral ways, Baftard, Alanfon, Reignier, half ready and half unready. Alan. How now, my lords? what all unready fo? Baft. Unready? I am glad we fcap'd fo well. Reig Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds, Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. Alan. Of all exploits fince first I follow'd arms, Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous, or defperate than this. Baft. I think this Talbot is a fiend of hell. Baft. Tut, holy Joan was his defenfive guard. Make us partakers of a little gain; That now our lofs might be ten times fo much? Pucel. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? Reig. And fo was mine, my lord. Char. And for my felf, moft part of all this night Then how or which way fhould they first break in? To To gather foldiers, fcatter'd and disperst, SCENE III. [Exeunt. Alarum. Enter a Soldier crying, a Talbot! a Talbot! they fly, leaving their clothes behind. Sol. I'll be fo bold to take what they have left: of Talbot ferves me for a fword, The cry For I have loaden me with many spoils, Using no other weapon but his name. Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whofe pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. [Exit. Here found retreat, and ceafe our hot purfuit. [Retreat. And here advance it in the market place,ka I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace, Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began, Bur. |