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More dazzled and drove back his enemies, | Let not sloth dim your honours, new begot:
Than midday sun fierce bent against their faces. Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech: Of England's coat one half is cut away.
He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquer'd. Ere. Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
Ere. We nourn in black; Why mourn we not These tidings would call forth her flowing rides.
in blood ?

Bed. Me they concern, regent I am of France:
Henry is dead, and never shall revive; Give me my steeled coat, i'll fight for France.-
Upon a wooden coffin we attend;

Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! And death's dishonourable victory

Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes,
We with our stately presence glorify,

To weep their intermissive miseries.
Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
What! shall we curse the planets of mishap,

Enter another Messenger.
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ? 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad
Or shall we think the subtle-witted French,

mischance,
Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him, France is revolted from the English quite;
By magic verses have contriv'd his end ?

Except some petty towns of no import :
Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of The Dauphin Charles is crown'd king in Rheims;
kings.

The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
Unto the French the dreadful judgment day Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
So dreadful will not be, as was his sight. The duke of Alençon fieth to his side.
The battles of the Lord of Hosts he fought: Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to
The church's prayers made him so prosperous. him!
Glo. The church! where is it? Had not church. O, whither shall we fly from this reproach!
men pray'd,

Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies
His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:

throats;
None do you like but an effeminate prince, Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
Whoin, like a schoolboy, you may overawe. Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my for-
Win. Gloster, whate er we like, thou art pro wardness?
tector;

An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
And lookest to command the prince, and realm. Wherewith already France is overrun.
Thy wife is proud ; she holdeih thee in awe,
More than God, or religious churchmen, may.

Enter a third Messenger.
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the 3 Mess. My gracious lords, to add to your la-
flesh;

ments,
And ue'er throughout the year to church thou Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's
go'st,

hearse, Except it be to pray against thy foes.

I must inform you of a dismal fight,
Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
minds in peace!

Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't
Let's to the altar :-Heralds, wait on us :-

so ? Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms;

3 Mess. 0, no; wherein Lord Talbot was Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead. o'erthrown: Posterity, await for wretched years,

The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
When at their mother's moisi eyes babes shall The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,

Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears, Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,
And none but women left to wail the dead. - By three and twenty thousand of the French
Henry the Fifth! thy ghost I invocate:

Was round encompassed and set upon:
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils ! No leisure bad he to eprank his men ;
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens ! He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
A far more glorions star thy soul will make, Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of
Than Julius Cæsar, or bright ---

hedges,
Enter a Messenger.

They pitehed in the ground confusedly,

To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all! More than three hours the fight continued ; Sad tidings bring I to you ont of France, Where valiant Talbot, above human thought, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:

Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans, Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.

him ;
Bed. What say'st thou, man before dead Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he slew:
Henry's corse?

The French exclaim'd, The devil was in arms;
Speak softly or the loss of those great towns All the whole army stood agaz'd on him:
Will make him burst his lead, and rise from His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,
death.

A Talbot ! a Talbot! cried out a main,
Glo. Is Paris lost ? is Rouen yielded up? And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
If Henry were recall'd to life again,

Here had the conquest fully been seal'd np, These news would cause him once more yield If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward; the ghost.

He being in the vaward, (plac'd behind, Exe. How were they lost ? what treachery With purpose to relieve and follow them.). was usid?

Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. Mess. No treachery; but want of men and Hence grew the general wreck and massacre; money

Enclosed were they with their enemies;
Among the soldiers this is mutter'd,-

A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
That here you maintain several factions; Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;
And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and Whom all France, with their chief assembled
fought,

strength,
You are disputing of your generals.

Durst not presume to look once in the face.
One would have lingering wars, with little cost; Bed. Is Talbot slain ? then I will slay myself,
Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings; For living idly here, in pomp and ease,
A third man thinks, without expense at all, Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
Awake, awake, English vibility!

3 Mese. O no, he lives; but is look prisoner,

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And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hunger. Alen. Froissard, a countryman of ours, records, ford:

England all Olivers and Rowlands bred, Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took, likewise. During the time Edward the Third did reign. Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay; More truly now may this be verified ; I'll hale the Danphin headlong from his throne, For none but Samsons, and Goliasses, His crown shall be the ransom of my friend; It sendeth forth to ski mish. One to ten! Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.- Lean raw-bon'd rascals; who would e'er supFarewell, my masters; to my task will I;

pose Bonvires in France forth with I am to make, They had snch courage and audacity ? To keep our great Saint George's feast withal : Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hairTen thousand soldiers with me I will take,

brain'd slaves, Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe And hunger will enforce them to be more eager: quake.

Of old I know them ; rather with their teeth 3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is be- The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the sieg'd;

siege. The English army is grown weak and faint: Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals or device, The earl of Salisbury craveth supply,

Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on; And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,

Else ne'er could tbey hold out so as they do. Since they, so few, watch such a multitude. By my consent we'll e'en let them alone. Ere. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry Alen. Be it so.

swom: Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,

Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

Bast. Where's the prince Dauphin? I have Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave,

news for him. To go about my preparation.

Ezit. Char. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can, Bast. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer To view the artillery and munition ;

appallid; And then I will proclaim young Henry king: Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?

(Erit. Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand : E:re. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, a holy maid hither with me Iring,, Being ordain'd his special governor,

Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven, And for his safety there I'll best devise. [Erit. Ordained is to raise this tedions siege, Win. Each hath his place and function to al. And drive the English forth the bounds of France. tend;

The spirit of deep prophecy she hath, I am left out: for me nothing remains.

Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome; But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office; What's past, and what's to come, she can descry. The king from Eltham I intend to steal, Speak, shall I call her in ? Believe my words, And sit at chiefest stern of public weal. For they are certain and infallible.

[Erit. Scene closes. Char. Go, call her in: (Exit Bastard. ] But, SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.

first, to try her skill, Enter Charles, with his Forces; Alençon, Qnestion' her proudly, let thy looks he stern:

Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place: Reignier, and others.

By this mean shall we sound what skill she hath. Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the

[Retires. heavens, So in the earth, to this day is not known:

Enter La Pucelle, Bastard of Orleans, and Late did he shine upon the English side;

others. Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.

Rcig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these won. What towns of any moment, but we have ?

drons feats ? At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans;

Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile Otherwhiles, the famísh'd English, like pale ghosts,

Where is the Dauphin ?-come, come from beFaintly besiege us one hour in a month.

hind; Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat I know thee well, thongh never seen before. bull-beeves :

Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me: Either they must be dieted like mules,

In private will I talk with thee apart:And have their provender tied to their mouths, Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while. Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash. Reig, Let's raise the siege; Why live we idle Puc. Dauphin, I' am by birth a shepherd's here?

daughter, Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear: My wit untraind in any kind of art. Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury; Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd And he may well in fretting spend his gall, To shine on my contemptible estate: Nor men, nor money, hath he to make

war. Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs, Char. Sound, sound alarum ; we will rush on And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks, them.

God's mother deigned to appear to me;
Now for the honour of the forlorn French : And, in a vision full of majesty,
Him I forgive my death, that killeth me, Will'd me to leave my basé vocation,
When he sees me go back one foot, or Ay. And free my country from calamity :

[Exeunt. Her aid she promis'd, and assurd success : Alarums: Ercursions : afterwards a Retreat. In complete glory she reveal'd herself ; Re-enter Charles, Alencon, Reignier, and others. With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,

And, whereas I was black and swart before, Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have 'That beanty am I bless'd with, which you sce. I?

Ask me what question thou canst possible, Dogs! cowards! dastards !- I would ne'er have And I will answer unpremeditated :

My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st, But that they left me 'midst my enemies. And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex. Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide; Resolve on this: Thou shalt be fortunate, He fighteth as one weary of his life.

If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. The other lords, like lions wanting food, Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

terms;

me?

fled,

man.

me ?

Only this proof I'll of thy valour make, Open the gates; Gloster it is that calls.
In single combat thou shalt buckle with me:

(Servants knock. And, if thou vanquishest, thy words are true; 1 Ward. [Within.) Who is there that knocks Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.

so imperiously? Puc. I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd| 1 Sero. It is the noble duke of Gloster. sword,

2 Ward. [Within.) Whoe'er he be, you may Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side :

not be let in. The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's 1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, vilchurchyard,

lains ? Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth. 1 Warch (Within.] The Lord protect him ! so Char. Then come, o'God's name, I fear no wo we answer him :

We do no otherwise than we are will'd. Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a Clo. Who willed you ? or whose will stands, man.

[They fight. Init mine? Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amit- There's none protector of the realm, but I.zon,

Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize : And fightest with the sword of Deborah. Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms ? Puc. "Christ's mother helps me, else I were too servants rush at the Tower Gates. Enter, to weak

the Gates, Woodville, the Lieutenant. Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:

Wood. [Within.) What noise is this? what Impatiently I burn with thy desire ;

traitors have we here? My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd. Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,

Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter. Let me thy servant, and not sovereign, be;

Wood. Within.] Have patience, noble duke : "Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.

I may not open : Puc. I must not yield to any rights of love,

The cardinal of Winchester forbids : For my profession's sacred from above :

From him I have express commandment, When I have chased all thy foes from hence,

That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in. Then will I think upon a recompense.

Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore Char. Mean time, look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.

Arrogant Winchester ? that haughty prelate, Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her

brook? smock;

Thou art no friend to God, or to the king: Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no

1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector ; mean ?

Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not Alen. He may mean more than we poor men

quickly. do know :

Enter Winchester, attended by a train of Ser These women are shrewd tempters with their

vants in tawny Coats. tongues.

Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey ? what Reign. My lord, where are you? what devise

means this? you on?

Glo. Piel'd 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 ustirping proditor,
Fight till the last gasp ; I will be your guard.
Char. What she says, I'll confirm ; we'll fight And not protector of the king or realm.

Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator, it out.

Thou, that contrir'dst to murder our dead lord Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin: This night the siege assuredly I'll raise : Expect St. Martin's summer, halcyon days,

I'll canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,

If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
Since I have entered into these wars.
Glory is like a circle in the water,

Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not badge a

foot; Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,

This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
With Henry's death, the English circle ends;

To slay thy brcther Abel, if thou wilt.

Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee Dispersed are the glories it included.

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

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

Win. Do what thou dar'st: I beard thee to thy Thou with an eagle art inspired then.

face. Helen, the mother of gitat Constantine, Glo. What, am I dar'd, and bearded to my Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.

face?Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth, Draw, men, for all this privileged place; How may I reverently worship thee enough? Blue-coats to tawny.coats. Priest, beware your Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.

beard ; Reig: Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;

[Gloster and his men attack the Bishop Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz’d. Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hát;

I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly : Char. Presently we'll try ;-Come, let's away In spite of Pope or dignities of church,

about it: No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.

Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.

Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the pope. [Exeunt.

Glo. Winchester goose, I cry-a ropel a rope ! SCENE III. London. Hill before the Tower. Now beat them hence, why do you let ihem stay? Enter, at the Gates, the Duke of Gloster, with Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array. his Serving-men, in blue Coats.

Out, tawny coats !-out, scarlet hypocrite! Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day; Here a great Tumult. In the midst of it, enter Since Henry's death, I fear there is convey

the Mayor of London, and Officers. ance.

May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme Where he these warders, that they wait not here?) magistrates,

Thus contumeliously should break the peace! Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: Glo. Peace, mayor : thou know'st litile of my Which I, disdaining, scoru'd ; and craved death wrongs:

Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
Here's Be ufort, that regards nor God nor king, In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.
Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my
Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe w citizens :

heart!
One that still motions war, and never peace, Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; if I now had him brought into my power.
That seeks to overthrow religion,

Sal. Yet tell'oi thou not, how thou wert enterBecause he is protector of the realm ;

tain'd. And would have arınour here out of the Tower, Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. taunts. Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but in open market place produc'd they me,

blows. (Here they skirmish again. To be a publick spectacle to all ; May. Nought rests for me, in this tumuliuous Here, said they, is the terror of the French, strife,

The scare-crow that affrights our children so. But to make open proclamation :

Then broke I from the officers that led me; Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.

And with my nails digg'd stones out of the Off. All manner of men, assembled here in arms to hurt at the beholders of my shame.

ground, this day against God's peace and the king's, name, to repair to your several dwelling: in iron walls they deemd me not secure ; we charge and command you, in his highness? My grisly countenance made others fly;

None durst come near for fear of sudden death. places; and not to wear, handle, or use, any So great fear of my name 'mongst them was sword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward,

spread, upon pain of death.

That they suppos'd I could rend bars of steel, Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law :

And spurn in pieces posts of adamant; Bat we shall meet, and break our minds at large. Wherefore a gnard of chosen shot I had, Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be That walk'd about me every minute-while; sure ;

And if I did but stir out of my bed, Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work. Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away : Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you err This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.

dur'd: Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou But we will be reveng'd snfficiently. may'st.

Now it is supper time in Orleans : Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head:

Here, through this grate, I can count every one, For I intend to have it, ere long. [Exeunt. And view the Frenchmen how they fortify; May. See the coast cler'd, and then we will Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.-depart.

Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William GlandsGood God! that nobles should such stomachs

dale, bear!

Let me have your express opinions, I myself fight not once in forty year. (Ereunt. Where is best place to make our battery next. SCENE IV. France. Before Orleans. Gar. I think, at the north gate, for there stand

lords. Enter, on the Walls, the Master Gunner and

Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. his Son.

Tal. For anght I see, this city must be famish'd, M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. besieg'd:

[Shot from the Toron. Salisbury and Sir And how the English have the suburbs won.

Tho. Gargrave fall. Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sin. Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.

ners! M. Gun. But now thou shalt nol. Be thou

Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! rul'd by me :

Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath Chief master-gunner am I of this town;

cross'd us? Something I must do, to procure me grace: Speak, Salisbury : at least, if thou canst speak; The prince's espials have informed me,

How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men ? How the English, in the suburbs close intrench’d, One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars

off! Iu yonder tower, to overpeer the city ;

Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand, And thence discover how, with most advantage That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy ! They may vex 115, with shot, or with assault. In thirteen batiles Salisbury o'ercame; To intercept this inconvenience,

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

doth fail, If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word ; One eye thou hast to look to heaven for graee : And thou shalt find me at the governor's. [Érit. The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. Son. Father, I warrant you ; take you no care: Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them. If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands! Enter, in an upper Chamber of a Tower, the Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?

Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it Lords Salisbury and Talboi, Sir William Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him. Glangdale, Sir Thomas Gargrave, and others: Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort; Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, nga in return'd! Thou shalt not die, whiles How wert thou handled, being prisoner ? He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me; Or by what means gott'st thou to be releas'd ?

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

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero, Called the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles ; Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: For him I was exchang'd and ransoned. Wretched shall France be only in my name. But with a baser man of arms by far,

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thee;

. What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens ? The shame hereof will make me hide my head. Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ?

(Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot

and his Forces, &c. Enter a Messenger. .

SCENE VI. The same. Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head;

Enter, on the Walls, Pucelle, Charles, Reignier, The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,

Alençon, and Soldiers. A holy prophetess, new risen up,

Puc. Advance our waving colours on the Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

[Salisbury groans. Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves:Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.

Char. Divinest creature, bright Astrea's daughIt irks his heart, he cannot be revenged.

ter, Frenchinen, I'll be a Salisbury to you : How shall I honour thee for this success? Pucelle or puzzle, dolphin or dogfish,

Thy promises are like Adonis gardens, Your hearts l'Il' stamp out with my horse's That one day bloom'd, and fruitful' were the heels,

next.And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.- France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess! Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

Recover'd is the town of Orleans :
And then we'll try what these dastard French- More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.

Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout
[Exeunt, bearing out the Bodies. the town?
SCENE V.
The same. Before one of the And feasi and banquet in the open streets,

Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, Gates.

To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. Alarums. Skirmishings. Talbot pursueth the Alen. All France will be replete with mirtb Dauphin, and driveth him in : then enter Joan

and joy, la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. When they shall hear how we have play'd the Then enter Talbot. Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is

my force ? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay thein : For which, I will divide my crown with her: A woman, clad in armour, chaseth then. And all the priests and friars in my realm

Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise. Enter La Pucelle.

A statelier Pyramis to her I'll rear, Here, here she comes :-I'll have a bout with In memory of her, when she is dead,

Than Rhodope's, of Memphis, ever was: Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:

Her ashes, in an urn more precious Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,

Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius, And straightway give thy soul to him thou Transported shall be at high festivals

Before the kings and queens of France. serv'st. Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must dis- No longer on Saint Denuis will we cry,

But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. grace thee.

[They fight Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to pre. After this golden day of victory

Come in, and let us banquet royally, vail ? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage,

[Flourish. Ereunt And from my shoulders crack my arms asuuder, But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. Puc. Talbot, fareweil; thy hour is not yet

ACT II. come:

SCENE I. The same. I must go victual Orleans forthwith. O'ertake me if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. Enter to the Gates, a French Sergeant, and two Go, go, cheer up thy hungry starved inen;

Sentinels. Help Salisbury to make his testament;

Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: This day is ours, as many more shall be. If any noise, or soldier, you perceive,

[Pucelle enters the Town, with Soldiers. Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. wheel;

1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Erit Sergeant.) I know not where I am, nor what I do:

Thus are poor servitors A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, (When others sleep upon their quiet beds; Drives back our troops, and conquers as she Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.

lists: So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, and Forces, stench,

with Scaling Ladders; their Drums beating Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.

a dead March. They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs; Tal. Lord regent,--and redoubted BurgunNow, like to whelps, we crying run away.

1 A short alarum. By whose approach, the regions of Artois, Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,Or tear the lions out of England's coat: This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, Renounce your soil, give sheep in lion's stead : Having all day carous'd and banqueted: Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Embrace we then this opportunity; Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,

As fitting best to quittance their deceit, As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery.

[Alarum. Another Skirmish. Bed. Coward' of France -how much be It will not be :-Retire into your trenches: You all consented unto Salisbury's death,

wrongs his fame,

Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.- To join with witches, and the help of hell. Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

Búr. Traitors have never other company In spite of us, or aught that we can do.

But what's that Pucelle, whom they term se O, would I were to die with Salisbury !

pure ?

dy,

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