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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.
His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams; Awake, awake, English nobility!
His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings; Let not sloth dim

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.
Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe. 3 Mess. My gracious lords,- to add to your laments,
Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art protector; Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse,
And lookest to command the prince, and realm. I must inform you of a dismal fight,
Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe, Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French.
More than God, or religious churchmen, may. Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?

Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh; 3 Mess. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o’erthrown:
And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go’st, The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
Except it be to pray against thy foes.

The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,
Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
in peace!

Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,
Let's to the altar:- Heralds, wait on us :

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;
When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck; instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges,
Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,

They pitched in the ground confusedly,
And none but women left to wail the dead. To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
Henry the fifth! thy ghost I invocate;

More than three hours the fight continued ;
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils ! Where valiant Talbot, above human thought,
Combat with adverse planets iu the heavens ! Enacted wonders with his sword and lance.
A far more glorious star thy soul will make, Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
Than Julius Caesar, or bright-

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;
If Henry were recall'd to life again,

Enclosed were they with their enemies:
These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.' A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,


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Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;

He fighteth as one weary of his life.
Whomall France, with their chief assembled strength, The other lords, like lions wanting food,
Durst not presume to look once in the face. Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself, Alen. Froissard, a countryman of ours, records,
For living idly here, in pomp and ease,

England all Olivers and Prowlands bred,
Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,

During the time Edward the third did reiga.
Unto his dastard foe-men is betray'd.

More truly now may this be verified;
3 Mess. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, For pone but Samsons, and Goliasses,
And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford; It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took, likewise. Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose

Bed. His ransome there is none but I shall pay: They had such courage and audacity?
I'll liale the Dauphin headlong from his throne, Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hair-
His crown shall be the ransome of my friend;

brain'd slaves,
Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours. - And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;

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,
And then I will proclaim young Henry king. Exit. Ordained is to raise this tedious siege,

Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, Ind drive the English forth the bounds of France.
Being ordain'd his special governor;

The spirit of deep prophecy she bath,
And for his safety there I'll best devise. (Exit. Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome;
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend : What's past, and what's to come, she can descry.
I am left out; for me nothing remains.

Speak, shall I call her in ? Believe my words,
But loog I will not be Jack-out-of-office;

For they are certain and unfallible. The king from Eltham I intend to send,

Char. Go, call her in: [Exit Bastard.) but, first,
And sit a chiefest stera of public weal.

to try her skill,
[Exit. Scene closes. Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:

Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern :-
SCENE II. — France. Before Orleans.

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.
Either they nyust be dieted like mules,

Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daaghter,
And have their provender tyed to their mouths, My wit untrain’d in any kind of art.
Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.

Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd
heig. Let's raise the siege; why live we idly here? To shine on my contemptible estate:
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear :

Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury; And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
And he may well in fretting spend his gall, God's mother deigned to appear to me;
Nor men, nor money, hath he to make war. And, in a vision full of majesty,

Char. Sound, sound alarum: we will rush on them. Willd me to leave my base vocation
Now for the honour of the forlorn French:

And free my country from calamity:
Him I forgive my death, that killeth me,

Her aid she promis'd, and assur'a success :
When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. (Exeunt in complete glory she reveal'd herself;

Alarums; excursions; afterwards a retreat. And, whereas I was black and swart before,
Re-enter CHARLES, ALEscon, Reignier, and Others. With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have I ? - That beauty am I bless'd with, which you see.
Dogs! cowards ! dastards !--- I would ne'er have fled, Ask me what question thou canst possible,
Bat that they left me 'midst my enemies.

And I will answer unpremeditated.
Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide ;

My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,

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And thou shalt find, that I exceed my sex. Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
Resolve on this: Thon shalt be fortunate,

Open the gates; Gloster it is, that calls.
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

(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.
Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth.

Glo. Who willed you; or whose will stands, but mine?
Char. Then come o'God's name, I fear no woma... There's none protector of the realm, but I. -
Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize :

[They fight. Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms ?
Chur. Stay, stay thy hand; thou art an Amazon, Servants rush at the Tower gates. Enter, to the
And fightest with the sword of Deborah.

gates, Woodville, the Lieutenant.
Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak. Wood. (Within.) What noise is this? what trai-
Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must tors have we here?
help me:

Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear?
Impatiently I burn with thy desire;

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 :
'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus. From him I have express commandement,
Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love, That thon, nor none of thine, shall be let in.
For my profession's sacred from above:

Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore me?
When I have chased all thy foes from hence, Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate,
Then will I think upon a recompense.

Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
Char. Mean time, look gracious on thy prostrate Thou art no friend to God, or to the king:

Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. 1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector;
Alen. Doubtless he shrives this wonian to her smock: Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Enter Winchester, attended by a train of
Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?

Servants in tawny coats.
Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do know:1 Win. How now, ambitious Humphry, what means
These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues. this?

Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you on? Glo. Pield priest, dost thou command me to be
Shall we give over Orleans, or no?

shut out?
Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants ! Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor,
Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard. And not protector of the king or realm.

Char. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out. Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
Puc. Assigo'd am I to be the English scourge. Thou, that contriv’dst to murder our dead lord;
This nighit the siege assuredly I'll raise :

Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin:
Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyou days, I'll canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
Since I have entered into these wars.

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:
Dispersed are the glories it included.

Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth
Now am I like that proud iosulting ship,
Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.

I'll use, to carry thee out of this place.
Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?

Win. Do what thou dar'st; 1 beard thee to thy face.
Thou with an eagle art inspired then.

Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my face?
Helen, the mother of great Constantine,

Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee. Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your beard ;
Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth,

(Gloster and his men attack the Bishop.
How may I reverently worship thee enough? I mean to tng it, and to cuff you soundly:
Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege. Under my feet ( stamp thy cardinal's hat;
Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save okr ho- In spite of pope or dignities of church,

Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. Win. Gloster, thou’lt answer this before the pope.
Char. Presently we'll try:


Glo. Winchester goose, I cry--a rope! a rope ! about it:

Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?-
No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. (Exeunt. Thee I'll chase heuce, thou wolf in sheep's array.

Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
SCENE III. - London. Hill before the Tower. Flere a great tumult In the midst of it, enter the
Enter, at the gates, the Duke of Gloster, with

Mayor of London and officers.
his Serving-men, in blue coats.

Muy. Fye, lords! that you , being supreme magi-
Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day;

Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

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Glo. Peace, mayor; thou know'st little of my wrongs: Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Which I, disdaining, scorn'di and craved death
Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Pather than I would be so pil'd esteem d.

Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens; In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.
One, that still motions war, and never peace, But, 0! the treacherous l'astolfe wounds my heart!
O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; Whom with my bare lists I would execute,
That seeks to overthrow religion,

If now I had him brought into my power.
Because he is protector of the realm,

Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert entertain'd.
and would have armour here out of the Tower, Tal. With scoti's, and scorus, and contumelious
To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. taunts;
Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. To open market-place produc'd they me,

(Here they skirmish again. To be a public spectacle to all;
May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous surile, Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
But to make open proclamation: -

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,
But we shall meet, and break our miuds at large. And spurn in pieces posts of aslamant:

Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be sure: Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
Thy heart-blood I will have, for this duy's work. That walk'd about me every minute-while;

Muy. I'll call for clubs, il' you will not away: And if I did but stir out of my bed,
This cardinal is more haughty, than the devil. Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
Glo. Mayor, farewell : thou dust but what thou

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd;
Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head;

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.
And how the English have the suburbs won.
Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,

(Shot from the Town. Salisbury and

Sir Tho. Gargrave fall.
Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
by me:

Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man!
Chief inaster-gunner am I of this town;

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;
To intercept this inconvenience,

Henry the fifth he first train’d to the wars ;
A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd; Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
And fully even these three days have I watch'd, Ilis sword did ne'er leave striking in the field. -
If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch, Yet livist thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
For I can stay no longer.

One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;

The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.-
And thou shalt find me at the governor's. (Exit. Heaven, be thou gracious to pone alive,

Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands! -
I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Bear heuce his body, I will help to bury it. -
Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the Lords Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou life?
Salisbury and Talbot, Sir William Glassdale, Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Sir Thomas HANGRAVE, and Others.

Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! Thou shalt not die, whiles--
How wert thou handled, being prisoner?

He beckous with his hand, and smiles on me;
Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd ?

As who should say, When I am dead and gone,
Discourse, I pr'ythee, on this tarret's top. Remember to avenge me on the French. -

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Plantagenet, I will; and, Nero-like,
Called the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles; Play on the lute, beholding the towns barn:
For him I was exchang'd and ransomed.

Wretched shall France be only in my name.
But with a baser man of arms by far,

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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?
The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, – Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,
A holy prophetess, new risen up,

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.
Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
enter TALBOT.

Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was:
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force? In memory of her, when she is dead,
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;

Her ashes, in an urn, more precious

Than the rich-jewel'd cofler of Darius,
A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.

Transporter shall be at high festivals
Here, here she comes : - - I'll have a bout with thee;

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.
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage,

SCENE I. - The same.
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,
But I will cliástise this high-minded strumpet.

Enter to the gates, a French Sergeant, and two

Puc. 'Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
I must go victual Orleans forth with.

Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant:
O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.

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,
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,

Embrace we then this opportunity;
Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
Renonnce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:

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.
You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.

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.

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