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Glo. Piel'd priest,* dost thou command me to be shut out?
Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor,t And not protector of the king or realm.
Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator; Thou, that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord; Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin: I'll canvast thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot;
This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd;
And how the English have the suburbs won. Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Wont, through a secret gate of iron bars
If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
I'll never trouble you, if 1 may spy them. Enter, in an upper Chamber of a Tower, the Lords SALISBURY and TALBOT, Sir WILLIAM GLANSDALE, Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE, and others.
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd? How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
That seeks to overthrow religion,
But to make open proclamation:-
Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost,
Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work.
Alluding to his shaven crown. + Traitor. 1 Sift.
Discourse, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top.
Sul. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert en-
Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts.
In open market-place produc'd they me,
* That is, for peace-officers armed with clubs or staves.
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
That they suppos'd, 1 could rend bars of steel,
But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.
Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the
Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
[Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and Sir THO. GARGRAVE fall.
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched
Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man!
Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly
hath cross'd us?
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men? One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me;
Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise? Enter a MESSENGER.
Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head: [join'd,The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle A holy prophetess, new risen up,
Is come with a great power to raise the siege. [SALISBURY groans.
Tul. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth
It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.-
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.—
[Exeunt, beuring out the Bodies.
SCENE V.-The same-Before one of the Gates. Alarum. Skirmishings. TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him in: then enter JOAN LA PECELLE, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter TALBOT.
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;
-I'll have a bout with
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must dis-
Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to pre
vail? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courAnd from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,
But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
[PUCELLE enters the Town, with Soldiers. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do: A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, Drives back our troops, and conquers, as she [stench,
So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome Are from their hives, and houses, driven away. They call'd us, for our fierceness, English
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
[Alarum. Another Skirmish.
In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
The shame hereof will make me hide my head. | Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
For which, I will divide my crown with her :
SCENE I.-The same.
Enter to the Gates, a French SERGEANT, and two SENTINELS.
Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.* 1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit SERGEANT.] Thus are poor servitors (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,) Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with scaling Ladders; their Drums beating a dead march.
Tal. Lord regent,-and redoubted Burgundy,
By whose approach, the regions of Artois,
Bed. Coward of France!-how much he
The same as guard-room.
To join with witches, and the help of hell. Bur. Traitors have never other company.But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure?
Tal. A maid, they say.
Bed. A maid! and be so martial!
Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long;
If underneath the standard of the French,
Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:
God is our fortress; in whose conquering name, Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow
That we do make our entrance several ways;
Bur. And I to this.
Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right
[The English scale the Walls, crying St. George! a Talbot! and all enter by the Town. Sent. [Within.] Arm, arm! the enemy doth make assault!
The French leap over the Walls in their Shirts.
Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so
We had not been thus shamefully surpriz'd. Bust. Mine was secure.
Reig. And so was mine, my lord.
Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night,
Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,
Then how, or which way, should they first break in?
Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the [place How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
And now there rests no other shift but this,To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd, And lay new platforms to endamage them. Alarum. Enter an English SOLDIER, crying, a Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their Clothes behind.
Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have
SCENE II-Orleans.-Within the Town.
Bed. The day begins to break, and night is
Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began,
Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, They did, amongst the troops of armed men, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
Bur. Myself, (as far as I could well discern, For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night,) Am sure, I scar'd the Dauphin, and his trull; When arm in arm they both came swiftly runLike to a pair of loving turtle-doves,[ning, That could not live asunder day or night. After that things are set in order here, We'll follow them with all the power we have.
Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak with him?
Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of AuWith modesty admiring thy renown, [vergne, By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
To visit her poor castle where she lies;*
Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see, our wars
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will: And I have heard it said,-Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remeI mean to prove this lady's courtesy. [dy, Come hither, captain. [Whispers.]-You perceive my mind.
Capt. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. [Exeunt.
SCENE III.-Auvergne.-Court of the Castle. Enter the COUNTESS and her PORTER. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; [to me. And, when you have done so, bring the keys Port. Madam, I will. [Exit.
Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out I shall as famous be by this exploit, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death. Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, And his achievements of no less account: Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine
To give their censuret of these rare reports.
According as your ladyship desir'd,
Mess. Madam, it is.
Count. Is this the scourge of France?
But, since your ladyship is not at leisure,
Count. What means he now?-Go ask him, whither he goes.
Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady
To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, I go to certify her, Talbot's here.
Re-enter PORTER, with Keys.
Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord;
Count. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth
shall turn to moan.
Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond,* To think that you have aught but Talbot's shaWhereon to practise your severity.
Count. Why, art not thou the man?
Count. Then have I substance too.
Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself: You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here; For what you see, is but the smallest part And least proportion of humanity:
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
He will be here, and yet he is not here:
Tal. That will I show you presently.
How say you, madam? are you now persuaded,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, And in a moment makes them desolate.
Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse: I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited, And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; For I am sorry, that with reverence
I did not entertain thee as thou art.
Tul. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconThe mind of Talbot, as you did mistake [strue The outward composition of his body. What you have done, hath not offended me: No other satisfaction do I crave,
But only (with your patience,) that we may Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have;
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured
To feast so great a warrior in my house.
Plan. Then say at once, If I maintain'd the truth;
Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error?
War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch, [mouth, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper Between two blades, which bears the better temper, [best,
Between two girls, which hath the merriest
Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbear
The truth appears so naked on my side,
Som. And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
Let him, that is a true-born gentleman,
Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatBut dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset ;
And say withal, I think he held the right.
Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objectIf I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. [ed;‡ Plan. And I.
Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case,
I pluck this pale, and maiden blossom here, Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it
Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, off; And fall on my side so against your will.
Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, And keep me on the side where still I am. Som. Well, well, come on: Who else? Law. Unless my study and my books be false, The argument you held, was wrong in you; In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. [To SOMERSET. Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argu