Manet Exeter. Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France, This late diffention grown betwixt the Peers [Exit. SCENE IV. Changes to Roan in France. Enter Joan la Pucelle difguis'd, and four Soldiers with facks upon their backs. Pucel. These are the city gates, the gates of Roan, Therefore we'll knock. Watch. Qui va la? Pucel. Paifans pauvres gens de France. [Knocks. Poor market-folks that come to fell their corn. Enter Dauphin, Baftard, and Reignier. Dau. St. Dennis bless this happy stratagem! And once again we'll fleep fecure in Roan. [Exeunt. Baft. Baft. Here enter'd Pucelle and her partisans Reig. By thrufting out a torch from yonder tow'r, Which once difcern'd, fhews that her meaning is No way to that (for weakness) which the enter❜d. Enter Joan la Pucelle on the top, thrusting out a torch burning. Pucel. Behold this is the happy wedding torch, That joineth Roan unto her countrymen; But burning fatal to the Talbotines. Baft. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret ftands. Dau. Now fhines it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes. Reig. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends, Enter and cry, The Dauphin, presently, And then do execution on the watch. [An alarm, Talbot in an excurfion. Tal. France, thou fhalt rue this treason with thy tears, If Talbot but furvive thy treachery. Pucelle, that witch, that damned forcerefs, SCENE V. [Exit. An alarm: excurfions. Bedford brought in fick in a chair. Enter Talbot and Burgundy without; within Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Baftard, and Alanfon on the walls. Pucel. Good morrow, gallants, want ye corn for bread? I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast, Before he'll buy again at such a rate. 'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste ? Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend and fhameless courtezan : I truft ere long to choak thee with thine own, And make thee curfe the harvest of that corn. Dau. Your Grace muft ftarve perhaps before that time. Bed. Oh, let not words but deeds revenge this treafon ! Pucel. What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance, And run a tilt at death within a chair? Tal. Foul fiend of France and hag of all despight, Incompass'd with thy luftful paramours, Be Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, Pucel. Are you fo hot? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. [They whisper together in counsel Tal. I fpeak not to that railing Hecate, Tal. Seignier, hang then :-bafe muleteers of Franca! Like peafant foot-boys do they keep the walls, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Pucel. Captains, away, let's get us from the walls, For Talbot means no goodness by his looks. God be wi'you, my Lord; we came, Sir, but to tell you That we are here. [Exeunt from the walls. Tal. And there will we be too ere it be long, Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! Burg. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me : Burg. Burg. Couragious Bedford, let us now perfuade you. Came to the field and vanquished his foes. Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breaft! And fet upon our boasting enemy. [Exit. An alarm: excurfions: *Enter Sir John Falstaff, and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Falstaff, in fuch hafte ? Fal. Whither away? to fave my self by flight. We are like to have the overthrow again. Cap. What! will you fly and leave Lord Talbot? my life. [Exit. All the Talbots in the world to fave: What is the truft or strength of foolish man? [Dies, and is carried off in his chair. SCENE VI. An alarm: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the reft. Tal. Loft and recover'd in a day again? This is a double honour, Burgundy; Yet heav'ns have glory for this victory! Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Infhrines thee in his heart, and there erects Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments. Tal. Thanks, gentle Duke; but where is Pucelle now? I think her old familiar is asleep. Falftaff is here introduced again, who was dead in Henry the Fitth, A&t 2 Scene 3; the occafion whereof is, that this Play was written by Shakespear before Hen. 4. or Hen, 5. the laft lines of lien, ý. See Now Now where's the bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief, That such a valiant company are fled. Now we will take fome order in the town, SCENE VII. [Exeunt. Enter Dauphin, Baftard, Alanson, and Joan la Pucelle. Pucel. Difmay not, Princes, at this accident, Nor grieve that Roan is fo recovered. Care is no cure, but rather corrofive, For things that are not to be remedy'd.. Let frantick Talbot triumph for a while, And like a Peacock sweep along his tail; We'll pull his plumes and take away his train, If Dauphin and the reft will be but rul'd. Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto, And of thy cunning had no diffidence. One fudden foil fhall never breed diftruft. Baft. Search out thy wit for fecret policies, And we will make thee famous through the world. Alan. We'll fet thy ftatue in some holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed Saint. Employ thee then, fweet virgin, for our good. Pucel. Then thus it must be, this doth Joan devife: By fair perfwafions mix'd with sugar'd words, We will entice the Duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. N Dau. Ay, marry, fweeting, if we could do that, Cc 2 But |