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Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all Ay to him? O, whither shall we fly from this reproach ?

Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies throats. Bedford, if thou be sack, I'll fight it out.

Bed. Glofter, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,

í Wherewith already France is over-run.

SCEN E IV.

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Enter a Third Messenger. 3 Mef. My gracious lords, to add to your laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse, I must inform you of a dismal fight” Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French.

Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?

3 Mel. O no ; wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown. The circumstance I:H tell you more at large. The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord Retiring from the fiege of Orleans, Having scarce full fix thousand in his troop, By three and twenty thousand of the French Was round encompassed and set upon. No leisure had he to onrank his men ; He wanted pikes to set before his archers; Instead whereof sharp ftakes pluckr out of hedges They pitched in the ground confusedly, To keep the horsemen off from breaking in, More than three hours the fight continued ; Where valiant Talbot above human thought Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durft stand him; Here, there, and every where, enragd he few. The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms, All the whole army stood agaz'd on him. His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit, A Talbos ! Talbot ! cried out amain, And rush'd into the bowels of the battel, Here had the conqueft fully been fealed up,

# If Sir John Falstaff had not play'd the coward,
He being in the vaward, (plac'd behind
With purpose to relieve and follow them)
Cowardly fled, not having ftruck one stroak.
Hence grew the gen’ral wrack and massacre ;
Enclosed were they with their enemies,
A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the

back,
Whom all France with her chief assembled strength
Durst not presume to look once in the face.

Bed. Is Talbot Nain then? I will slay my self,
For living idly here in pomp and ease;
Whilft such a worthy leader wanting aid,
Unto his daftard foe.men is betray'd.

3 Mess: O no, he lives, but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford ; Most of the rest Naughter'd or took likewise.

Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay.
I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne,
His crown shall be the ransom of my friend :
Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
Farewel my masters, to my task will I ;
Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
To keep our great St. George's feast withal.
Ten thousand soldiers with me. I will take,
Whose bloody deeds (all make all Europe quake.

3 Mell. So you had need, for. Orleans is besieg'd,
The English army is grown weak and faint :
The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
Since they so few watch fuch a multitude.

Exe. Remember lords your oaths 'to Henry fworn :
Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
Or bring him in obedience to your yoak.

Bed. I do remember it, and here rake leave, To go about my preparation.

[Exit Bedford.

Glou.

+ See the note on the fifth Scene of Act 3.

Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the hafte I cang.
To view th' artillery and amunition,
And then I will proclaim young Henry King.

[Ex. Gloucester.
Exe. To Eltam will I, where the young King is;
Seing ordaind bis special governor,
And for his safety there l'll best devifer- (Exit

Win. Each hath his place and fun&tion to attend:
I am left out; for me nothing remains :
But long I will not be thus out of office ::
The King from Eltam I intend to send,
And sit at chiefest ftern of publick weal:

(Exit:.

SCENE V.

FRANCE.

Enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier, marching with

a drum and Soldiers...

Char. M4so in the earth to this day is not known.

ARS his true moving, ev'n as in the hearisis
Late did he shine upon the English side:
Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.
What towns

of
any

moment but we have ? At pleasure here we lye near Orleans : o Tho fill the familh'd English like pale ghosts Paintly befiege us one hour in a month. Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat Ball

beeves;
Either they muft bie dieted like mules
And have their provender cy'd to their mouths,
Or piteous they will look like drowned mice,
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear :
Remainech none but mad-brain'd Salisbury

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Otherwhiler:

And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
Nor men nor mony hath he to make war.

Char. Sound, sound alarum: we will rush on theme:
Now for the honour of the forlorn French :
Him I forgive my death that killeth me;
When he sees me go back one foot or fly. [Exeunt:

(Here alarm, they are beaten back by the English,

with great loss.

Enter:Charles, Alanson; aud Reignier.
Char. Who ever saw the like?, what men have I?.
Dogs, cowards, daftards! I would ne'er have fled,
But that they left me 'midst my enemies.

Reig. Salisburn is a desp’rate homicidë,
He fighteth as one weary of his life :
Two other lords, like Lions wanting food,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

Alan. Froyfard a countryman of ours records,
England all Olivers and Rowlands bred;
During the time Edward the Third did reign
More truly now may this be verified ;
For none but Sampsons and Goliasjes
It fendeth forth to skirmish; one to ten!
Lean raw-bon'd rascals ! who would e'er fuppose.
They had such courage and audacity!
Char. Let's leave this town, for they are hair-brain'd

flaves,
And hunger will enforce them be more eager:
Of old I know them-; rather with their teeth
The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege.

Reig. I think by fome odd † gimmals or device
Their arms are set like clocks, till to strike on;
Else they could ne'er hold out so as they do :
By my consent we'll e'en let them alone.
Alan. Be it for

Enter:

* Gimmals, are rings of double rounds, from gemelli.. Wheels one within anortere

Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Baft. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for

him. Dau. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.

Baft. Methinks your looks are fad, your chear appalda
Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence.?
Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand:
A holy maid hither with me I bring,
Which by a vision sent to her from heav'n
Ordained is to raise this tedious fiege,
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
The spirit of deep prophesie she hath,
Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome :
What's past and what's to come she can descry..
Speak, Ihall I call her in? believe my words,
For they are certain and infallible.

Dau. Go call her in ;., but first to try her skill,
Reignier stand thou as Dauphin in my place ;
Question her proudly, let thy looks be ftern:
By this means Thall we found what.skill The hath..

SCENE VI.

Enter Joan la Pucelle,

Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous

feats? Pucel. . Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me? Where is the Dauphin !. come, come from behind, I know thee well, tho never seen before. Be not amaz'd : there's nothing hid from.me: In private will I talk with thee apart : Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.

Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dalh.

Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter, My wit untraind in any kind of art: Heav'n, and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd Io. Bine on my contemptible estate. .

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