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Bed. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was us’d? to night!
Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. Comets, importing change of times and states, Among the soldiers this is muttered, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky;
That here you maintain several factions; And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, That have consented unto Henry's death!
You are disputing of your generals. Henry the fifth, too famous to live long !
One would have ling’ring wars with little cost; England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. Another would fly swift but wanteth wings; Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time. A third man thinks, without expence at all, Virtue he had, deserving to command;
By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
your honours, new-begot: His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms; More dazzled and drove back his enemies,
of England's coat one half is cut away. Than mid-day sun, fierce bent against their faces. Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech: These tidings would call forth her towing tides. He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered.
Bed. Me they concern ; regent I am of France:Exe. We mourn in black: why mourn we not in Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France. blood ?
Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Henry is dead, and never shall revive:
Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, Upon a wooden coffin we attend;
To weep their intermissive miseries. And death's dishonourable victory
Enter another Messenger. We with our stately presence glorify,
2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad misLike captives bound to a triumphant car.
chance, What? 'shall we curse the planets of mishap, France is revolted from the English quite; That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ?
Except some petty towns of no import : Or shall we think the subtle-witted French The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him, The bastard of Orleaps with him is join'd; By magic verses have contriv'd his end ?
Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part; Win. He was a king, bless’d of the King of kings. The duke of Alençon flieth to his side. Unto the French the dreadful judgment day Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! So dreadful will not be, as was his sight.
0, whither shall we fly from this reproach? The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought: Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats : The church's prayers made him so prosperous. Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out. Glo. The church where is it? Had not churchmen Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? pray'd,
An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: Wherewith already France is over-run. None do you like but an eil'eminate prince,
Enter a third Messenger.
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh; 3 Mess. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o’erthrown:
The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,
Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,
By three and twenty thousand of the French Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms;
Was round encompassed and set upon : Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.- No leisure had he to enrank his men; Posterity, await for wretched years,
He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
They pitched in the ground confusedly,
More than three hours the fight continued ;
Tere, there, and every where, enrag'd he slew: Enter a Messenger.
The French exclaim’d, The devil was in arms; Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all! All the whole army stood agaz'd on him: Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:
A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain, Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans,
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle. Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost. Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up, Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward; corse?
He, being in the vaward, (plac'd behind, Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns With purpose to relieve ard follow them,) Will make him burst his lead, and sise from death. Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. Glo. Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
Enclosed were they with their enemies:
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;
He fighteth as one weary of his life.
Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself, Alen. Froissard, a countryman of ours, records,
England all Olivers and Prowlands bred,
During the time Edward the third did reiga.
More truly now may this be verified;
Bed. His ransome there is none but I shall pay: They had such courage and audacity?
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege, To keep our great Saint George's feast withal : Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals or device, Ten thousand soldiers with ine I will take,
Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on; Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake. Else ne'er could they hold out so, as they do.
3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd ; By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone. The English army is grown weak and faint:
Alen. Be it so. The earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
Enter the Bastard of ORLEANS. And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
Bast. Where's the prince Dauphin, I have news for Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
him. Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn ; Chur. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us! Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
Bast. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer apOr bring him in obedience to your yoke.
pallid; Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave, Hath the latę overthrow wrought this offence? To go about my preparation.
[Exit. Be not dismay’d, for succour is at hand: Glo. I'll to the tower, with all the haste I can, A holy maid hither with me I bring, To view the artillery and munition;
Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven,
Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, Ind drive the English forth the bounds of France.
The spirit of deep prophecy she bath,
Speak, shall I call her in ? Believe my words,
For they are certain and unfallible. The king from Eltham I intend to send,
Char. Go, call her in: [Exit Bastard.) but, first,
to try her skill,
Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern :-
By this means shall we sound what skill she hath, Enter Charles, with his forces: Alençox,
[Retires. Reignier, and Others.
Enter La Pucelle, Bastardof ORLEANS, and Others. Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens, Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do those wond'rous So in the earth, to this day is not known:
feats? Late did he shine upon the English side;
Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to begnile Now we are victors, upou us he smiles.
me? What towns of any moment, but we have? Where is the Dauphin? – come, come from behind; At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans ;
I know thee well, though never seen before. Otherwhiles, the famish'd English, like pale ghosts, Be pot amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me: Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
In private will I talk with thee apart; – Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while. boll-beeves :
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daaghter,
Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd
Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
Char. Sound, sound alarum: we will rush on them. Willd me to leave my base vocation
And free my country from calamity:
Her aid she promis'd, and assur'a success :
Alarums; excursions; afterwards a retreat. And, whereas I was black and swart before,
And I will answer unpremeditated.
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,
And thou shalt find, that I exceed my sex. Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
Open the gates; Gloster it is, that calls.
(Servants knock. Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms; 1 Ward. (Within.] Who is there, that knocks so Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
imperiously? In single combat thou shalt buckle with me;
1 Sery. It is the noble duke of Gloster. And, it thou vanquishest, thy words are true; 2 Ward. (Within.] Whoe'er he be, we may not Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.
let him in. Puc. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg’d sword, 1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, villains? Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side; 1 Ward. (Within.] The Lord protect him! so we The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's church- answer him: yard,
We do no otherwise than we are will’d.
Glo. Who willed you; or whose will stands, but mine?
[They fight. Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms ?
gates, Woodville, the Lieutenant.
Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear?
Open the gates; here's Gloster that would enter. My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd. Wood. (Within.) Have patience, noble duke; I Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
may not open; Let me thy servant, and not sovereign be;
The cardinal of Winchester forbids :
Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore me?
Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
Servants in tawny coats.
Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you on? Glo. Pield priest, dost thou command me to be
Char. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out. Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin:
If thou proceed in this thy insolence. Glory is like a circle in the water,
Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot; Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. With Henry's death, the English circle ends ;
Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth
I'll use, to carry thee out of this place.
Win. Do what thou dar'st; 1 beard thee to thy face.
Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my face?
Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
(Gloster and his men attack the Bishop.
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Glo. Winchester goose, I cry--a rope! a rope ! about it:
Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?-
Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
Mayor of London and officers.
Muy. Fye, lords! that you , being supreme magi-
Glo. Peace, mayor; thou know'st little of my wrongs: Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens; In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.
If now I had him brought into my power.
Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert entertain'd.
(Here they skirmish again. To be a public spectacle to all;
The scare-crow, that allrights our children so. Come, officer, as loud as e'er thou canst.
Then broke I from the officers that led me; Offi
. all manner of men, assembled here in arms And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground, this day, against God's peace and the king's, we To hurl at the beholders of my shame. charge and command you, in his highness' name, My grisly countenance made others fly; to repair to your several dwelling-places; and None durst come near for fear of sadden death. not to wear, hundle, or use, uny sword, weapon, In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of death.
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread, Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law :
That they suppos’d, I could reud bars of steel,
Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be sure: Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
Muy. I'll call for clubs, il' you will not away: And if I did but stir out of my bed,
Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd;
But we will be reveng'd svihciently. For I intend to have it, ere long.
Now it is supper-time in Orleans :
(Exeunt. Here, through this grate, I can count every one, May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will de- and view the Frenchmen how they fortify;
part. – Good God! that nobles should such stomachs bear! Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glaasdale,
Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee. – I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt. Let me have your express opinions,
Where is best place to make our battery next. SCENE IV. - France. Before Orleans.'
Gur. I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords. Enter, on the walls, the Master-Canner and his Son.
Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is be
Tal. For auglit I see, this city must be famish'd, sieg'd;
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
(Shot from the Town. Salisbury and
Sir Tho. Gargrave fall.
Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man!
Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath Something I must do, to procure me grace.
cross'd us? The prince's espials have informed me,
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; How the English, in the suburbs close entrench’d, How far’st thou, mirror of all martial meu? Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hund, And thence discover, how, with most advantage, That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy! They may vex us, with shot, or with assault.
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the fifth he first train’d to the wars ;
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.-
Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands! -
Bear heuce his body, I will help to bury it. -
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
He beckous with his hand, and smiles on me;
As who should say, When I am dead and gone,
Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Plantagenet, I will; and, Nero-like,
Wretched shall France be only in my name.
[Thunder heurd; afterwards an alarum.
What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens ? Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls ; Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ? Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves : Enter a Messenger.
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform’d her word. Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd Char. Divinest creature, bright Astraea's daughter, head:
How shall I honour thee for this success?
That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. Is come with a great power to raise the siege. France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !
(Salisbury groans. Pecover'd is the town of Orleans ; Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! More blessed hap did ne'er befal our state. It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the Frenchmer, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
town? Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, Avd feast and banquet in the open streets, And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.- To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
darc. (Exeunt, beuring out the bodies. Char. "Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won; SCENE V. - The same. Before one of the gates. And all the priests and friars in my realm
for which, I will divide my crown with her: Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbor pursuech the Duuphın , and driveth him in; then enter Join LA
Shall, in procession, sing her endless praiso.
Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was:
Her ashes, in an urn, more precious
Than the rich-jewel'd cofler of Darius,
Transporter shall be at high festivals
Before the kings and queens of France. Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint,
Come in, and let us banquet royally, And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st. Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace After this golden day of victory. (Flourish. Exeunt. thee.
(They light. Tal. Heavens, can you sufler hell so to prevail ?
А ст II.
SCENE I. - The same.
Enter to the gates, a French Sergeant, and two
Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant:
If any noise, or soldier, you perceive,
Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starved men;
Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. Help Salisbury to make his testament:
1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit Sergeant. This day is ours, as many more shall be.
Thus are poor servitors (Pucelle enters the town, with soldiers. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; Constrain’d to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
(When others sleep upon their quiet beds,) I kuow not where I am, nor what I do :
Enter Talbot, Bedford, BURGUNDY, and forces, A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists:
with scaling ladders; their drums beating a dead
march. So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench,
Tal. Lord regent,
and redoubted Burgundy, Are from their hives, and houses, driveu away.
By whose approach, the regions of Artois, They callid us, for our fierceness, English dogs;
Walloou, and Picardy, are friends to us, Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
(A short alarum. Ilaving all day carous'd and banqueted:
This happy night the frenchmen are secure,
Embrace we then this opportunity;
As fitting best to quittance their deceit,
Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery; Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf,
Bed. Coward of France !- how much he wrongs his Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,
fame, As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
(4larum. Another skirmish Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, It will not be. — Retire into your trenches:
To join with witches, and the help of hell.
Bur. Traitors have never other company.
But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pare?
Tal. A maid, they say. Pacelle is enter'd into Orleans,
Bed. A maid! and be so martial! In spite of us, or aught that we could do. 0, would I were to die with Salisbury !
Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long, The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
If underneath the standard of the French, [Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot and his
She carry armour, as she hath begun. forces, etc.
Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with spi
rits: SCENE VI. - The same.
God is our fortress; in whose conqnering name, Enter, on the walls, Pucelle, Charles, Reignien, Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks. Alençox, and Soldiers.
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.