Or Horfe or Oxen from the Leopard,
As you fly from
your oft-fubdued flaves.

[Alarum. Here another skirmish.

It will not be retire into your trenches:
You all confented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would ftrike a stroke in his revenge.
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

In fpight of us, or ought that we could do.
O would I were to die with Salisbury!

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,
Refcu'd is Orleans from the English Wolves:
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
Dau. Divineft creature, bright Aftrea's daughter,
How fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs!
Thy promises are like Adonis' garden,

That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.
France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess;

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,
Her afhes, in an urn more gracious
Than the rich jewel'd coffer of Darius, b
Transported fhall be at high feftivals,
Before the Kings and Queens of France.
No longer on St. Dennis will we cry,
But Joan la Pucelle fhall be France's Saint.
Come in, and let us banquet royally,
After this golden day of victory.

[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 :
If any noife or foldier you perceive
Near to the wall, by fome apparent fign
Let us have knowledge at the court of
guard.

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,
By whofe approach the regions of Artois,
Walloon, and Picardy are friends to us :
This happy night the Frenchmen are fecure,
Having all day carous'd and banquetted.
Embrace we then this opportunity,

VOL. V.

B

As

As fitting beft to quittance their deceit,
Contriv'd by art and baleful forcery.

Bed, Coward of France, how much he wrongs his

fame,

Defpairing of his own arms fortitude,
To join with witches and the help of hell!
Bur. Traitors have never other company.
But what's that Pucelle whom they term fo
Tal. A maid, they fay.

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.
Tal. Not all together: better far I guess,

That we do make our entrance feveral ways:
That if it chance the one of us do fail,

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.
Reig. If not of hell, the heav'ns fure favour him,
Alan. Here.cometh Charles, I marvel how he sped.
Enter Charles and Joan.

Baft. Tut, holy Joan was his defenfive guard.
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Didft thou at first, to flatter us withal,

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?
At all times will you have my pow'r alike?
Sleeping or waking muft I ftill prevail?

Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
Improvident foldiers, had your watch been good,
This fudden mifchief never could have faln.
Char. Duke of Alanfon, this was your default,
That being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Alan. Had all our quarters been as fafely kept,
As that whereof I had the government,
We had not been thus fhamefully furpriz'd.
Baft. Mine was fecure.

Reig. And fo was mine, my lord.

Char. And for my felf, moft part of all this night
Within her quarter and mine own precinct
I was employ'd in paffing to and fro,
About relieving of the centinels.

Then how or which way fhould they first break in?
Pucel. Question, my lord, no further of the cafe,
How or which way; 'tis fure they found fome part
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made:
And now there refts no other shift but this,

To

To gather foldiers, fcatter'd and disperst,
And lay new platforms to endamage them.

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.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,

And here advance it in the market place,ka
The middle centre of this curfed town,
Now have I pay'd my vow unto his foul.
For ev'ry drop of blood was drawn from him,
There have at least five Frenchmen dy'd to-night.
And that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Within the chiefeft temple I'll erect
A tomb, wherein his corps fhall be interr'd
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engrav'd the fack of Orleans,
The treach'rous manner of his mournful death,
And what a terror he had been to France.
But, lords, in all our bloody maffacre,

I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
Nor any of his falfe confederates,

Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began,
Rous'd on the fudden from their drowfy beds,
They did amongst the troops of armed men
Leap o'er the walls, for refuge in the field.

Bur.