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By this means shall we sound what skill she For my profession's sacred, from above : hath.

[Retires. When I have chased all thy foes from hence, Re-enter the Bastard of Orleans, with La Then will I think upon a recompense. Pucelle.

Char. Mean time look gracious on thy prosReir. Fair maid, ist thou wilt do these trate thrall.

wondrous feats? [beguile me? Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to Where is the Dauphin ?--Come, come from

her smock ; behind ;

Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. I know thee well, though never seen before. Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me: no mean? In private will I talk with thee apart.- [while. Alen. He may mean more than we poor Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a men do know :

[tongues. Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first | These women are shrewd tempters with their dash.

(daughter, Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's Shall we give over Orleans, or no? (you on? My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.

Puc. Why, no,

I say, distrustful recreants ! Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleas's Fight till the last gasp ; I will be your guard. To shine on my contemptible estate :

Char. What she says, I'll confirm : we'll Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,

fight it out. And to sun's parching heat display'd my Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. cheeks,

This night the siege assuredly I'll raise : God's mother deigned to appear to me, Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days, And, in a vision sull of majesty,

Since I have entered into these wars. Willd me to leave my base vocation, Glory is like a circle in the water, And free my country from calamity :

Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success : Till by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. In complete glory she reveal'd herself ; With Henry's death the English circle ends ; And, whereas I was black and swart before, Dispersed are the glories it included. With those clear rays which she infus'd on me. Now am I like that proud insulting ship, That beauty am I bless'd with, which you see. Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once. Ask me what question thou canst possible, Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? And I will answer unpremeditated :

Thou with an eagle art inspired, then. My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st, Helen, the mother of great Constantine, And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex. Nor yet St. Philip's daughters, were like thee. Resolve on this : thou shalt be fortunate, Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth, If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. How may I reverently worship thee enough? Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the high terms :


(our honours; Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,

Reig: Woman, do what thou canst to save In single combat thou shalt buckle with me ; Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true ; Char. Presently we'll try :--come, let's Otherwise, I renounce all confidence. (sword,

away about it : Puc. I am prepard : here is my keen-edg‘d No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side ;

(Exeunt. The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's Scene III.-London. Hill before the Tower..

churchyard, Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth. Enter at the gates the Duke of Gloster, with Char. Then come, o' God's name ; I fear no his serving-men, in blue coats.

(man. Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a day :

(ance. [They fight, and La Pucelle overcomes. Since Henry's death, I fear, there is convey. Char. Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Where be these warders, that they wait not Amazon,

Open the gates ; tis Gloster that calls. (here? And fightest with the sword of Deborah.

[Servants knoce. Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were I Ward. [Within.) Who's there that too weak.

[help me : knocks so iinperiously? Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must I Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster. Impatiently I burn with thy desire ;

2 Ward. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd. may not be let in.

(protector? Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,

I Serv. Villains, answer you so the lord Let me thy servant, and not sov'reign, be : 1 Ward. (Within.] The Lord protect him! "Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.

so we answer him ; Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love, We do not otherwise than we are will'd.



lawny coats.

Gio. Who willéd you? or whose will stands Here a great tumult. Enter the Mayor of but mine?

London and his officers. There's none protector of the realm but I. May. Fie, lords ! that you, being supreme Break up the gates, l'll be your warrantize :

magistrates, Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms ? Thus contumeliously should break the peace !

(Gloster's men rush at the Tower gates. Glo. Peace, mayor ! thou know'st little of Wood. (Within.) What noise is this? what my wrongs :

[king, traitors have we here?

Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor Glo. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear? Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Open the gates; here's Gloster that would Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens ;

One that stil motions war, and never peace, Wood. [Within.] Have patience, noble O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; duke; I may not open ;

That seeks to overthrow religion, The cardinal of Winchester forbids :

Because he is protector of the realm ; (Tower, From him I have express commandment, And would have armour, here, out of the That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in. To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but 'fore me?


(Here they skirmish again. Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate, May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuWhom Henry, our late sov'reign, ne'er could But to make open proclamation :-(ous strife, brook?

Come, officer: as loud as e'er thou canst. Thou art no friend to God, or to the king : Of: [Reads.] Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. All manner of men, assembled here in arms i Serv. Open the gates unto the lord pro- this day, against God's peace and the tector:

king's, we charge and command


in Or we'll burst them open, if that you come his highness' name, to repair to your several not quickly

dwelling-places; and not to wear, handle, Enter Winchester, attended by Servants in or use, any sword, weapon, or dagger,

hencefor ward, upon pain of death." Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey ! Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law : what means this?

But we shall meet, and break our minds at Glo. Peel'd priest, dost thou command me large.

be sure : to be shut out?

Win. Gloster, we'll meet, to thy dear cost, Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. And not protector, of the king or realm. May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,

away :Thou that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord ; This cardinal's more haughty than the devil. Thou that giv'st whores indulgences to sin : Glo. Mayor, farewell : thou dost but what I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,

thou mayst. If thou proceed in this thy insolence.

Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; Win. Nay, stand thou back; I will not For I intend to have it, ere long. budge a foot :

(Exeunt, severally, Gloster and WinThis be Damascus, be thou cursèd Cain,

chester, with their serving-men. To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. [back : May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee depart.

[bear! Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth, Good God! these nobles should such stomachs I'll rise to carry thee out of this place. I myself fight not once in forty year. (Exeunt. Win. Do what thou dar'st ; i'll beard thee to thy face.

[my face ?

SCENE IV.-France. Before Orleans. Glo. What! am ! dar'd, and bearded to Enter, on the walls

, the Master-Gunner and Draw, men, for all this privileged place ;

his Son. Blue coats to tawny coats. — Priest, beware M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans your beard ;

is besieg'd, I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly : And how the English have the suburbs won. Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat; Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at In spite of pope or dignities of church, Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim. (them, Here by the clieeks l'il drag thee up and down. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before ruld by me : the pope.

[rope! Chief master-gunner am I of this town ; Glo. Winchester goose! I cry—a rope! a Something I must do to procure me grace. Now beat them hence, why do you let them The prince's espials have informed me stay?

[array.-- How the English, in the suburbs close enThee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's trench'd, Out, tawny coats !-out, scarlet hypocrite ! Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars

In yonder tower, to overpeer the city ; Where is best place to make our battery next. And thence discover how, with most advantage, Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there They may vex us with shot, or with assault.

stand lords. To intercept this inconvenience,

Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd ;

bridge. And fully even these three days have I watch'd, Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famIf I could see them. Now do thou watch, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. (ish'a, For I can stay no longer.

[Shot from the town. Salisbury and If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word ;

Sir Tho. Gargrave fall. And thou shalt find me at the governor's. Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched

[Exit. sinners! Son. Father, I warrant you ; take you no Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! care ;

Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

cross'd us? Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:

Lords Salisbury and Talbot, Sir William How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men? Glansdale, Sir Thomas Gargrave, and One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck others.

off!-Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! Accursèd tower! accursed fatal band, How wert thou handled, being prisoner? That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy! Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd? In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame; Discourse, I prythee, on this turret's top. Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars;

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up, Called the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles ; His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field. For him I was exchang'd and ransomèd. Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech But with a baser man of arms by far,

doth fail, Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace: me,

[death, The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, Rather than I would be so vile-esteem'd. If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands !-In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd. [heart ! Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.But, o, the treacherous Fastolse wounds my Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life, Whom with my bare fists I would execute, Speak unto Talbot ; nay, look up to him.If I now had him brought into my power. Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort ; Sal. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert en- Thou shalt not die, whilestertain'd.

[lious taunts. He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me, Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contume- As who should say, " When I am dead and In open market-place produced they me,

gone, To be a public spectacle to all :

Remember to avenge me on the French."Here, said they, is the terror of the French, Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero, The scare-crow that affrights our children so. Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn; Then broke I from the officers that led me, Wretched shall France be only in my name. And with my nails digg'd stones out of the [Thunder heard; afterwards an alarum. ground,

What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens? To hurl at the beholders of my shame : Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ? My grisly countenance made others fly ;

Enter a Messenger. None durst come near for fear of sudden death. Mess. My lord, my lord, the French haye In iron walls they deen'd me not secure ;

gather'd head: So great fear of my name 'mongst them was The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, spread,

A holy prophetess, new risen up. -That they suppos'd I could rend bars of steel, Is come with a great power to raise the siege. And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:

(Salisbury groans. Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had, Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth That walk'd about me every minute-while ;

groan! And if I did but stir out of my bed,

It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd.Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you en- Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish, But we will be reveng'd sufficiently. [dur'd, Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, Now it is supper-time in Orleans :

And make a quagmire of your mingled brains. Here, through this grate, I can count every one, Convey me Salisbury into his tent, And view the Frenchmen how they fortify: And then we'll try what these dastard French Let us look in ; the sight will much delight thee. men dare, Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glans

(Exeunt, bearing out the bodies. Let me have your express opinions, (dale,

my force ?

grace thee.


SCENE VI.-The Same. SCENE V. Orleans. Before one of the gates.

Flourish. Enter, on the walls, La Pucelle, Alarum. Skirmishings. Enter Talbot, pur

Charles, Reignier, Alençon, and Soldiers. suing the Dauphin; drives him in, and erit: then enter La Pucelle, driving Eng

Puc. Advance our waving colours on the lish men before her, and exit after them. Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :

walls ; Then re-enter Talbot.

Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's

daughter, Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; How shall I honour thee for this success ? A woman clad in armour chaseth them. Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, Enter La Pucelle.

That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the Here, here she comes.

next.I'll have a bout with thee; France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !-Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee : Recover'd is the town of Orleans : Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch, More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. And straightway give thy soul to him thou Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughserv'st.

out the town? Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must dis- Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,

[They fight. And feast and banquet in the open streets, Tal, Heavens, can you suffer hell so to pre- To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. vail ?

Alen. All France will be replete with mirth My breast I'll burst with straining of my cour- and joy,

(men. age,

When they shall hear how we have play'd the And from my shoulders crack myarms asunder, Char. "Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. is won ; Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet For which I will divide my crown with her :

And all the priests and friars in my realm I nust go victual Orleans forthwith.

Shall in procession sing her endless praise. O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear, Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starvéd men ; Than Rhodope's of Memphis, ever was : Help Salisbury to make his testament ; In memory of her, when she is dead, This day is ours, as many more shall be. Her ashes, in an urn more precious

(La Pucelle enters the town with Soldiers. Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius, Tal. My thoughts are whirlėd like a potter's Transported shall be at high festivals wheel ;

Before the kings and queens of France. I know not where I am, nor what I do: No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, A witch by fear, not force, like Hannibal, But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. Drives back our troops, and conquers as she Come in, and let us banquet royally,

After this golden day of victory. So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome

(Flourish. Exeunt. stench, Are from their hives and houses driven away. They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs;

ACT II. Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.

SCENE 1.- Orleans. (A short alarum. Hark, countrymen ! either renew the fight, Enter to the Gates a French Sergeant and two Or tear the lions out of England's coat;

Sentinels. Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead: Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant. Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, Or horse or oxen from the leopard,

Near to the walls, by some apparent sign As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.

(Alarum. Another skirmish. I Sent. Sergeant, you shall. (Exit Sergeant. It will not be :-retire into your trenches :.

Thus are poor servitors You all consented unto Salisbury's death, (When others sleep upon their quiet beds) For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.- Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

cold. In spite of us or aught that we could do. Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, and forces, O, would I were to die with Salisbury !

with scaling ladders; their drums beating The shame hereof will make me hide my head. a dead march.

[Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot Tal. Lord regent, and redoubted Bur-
and his forces, &c.

By whose approach the regions of Artois,
Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us, - •


his grave.

This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?--Having all day carous'd and banqueted : Improvident soldiers ! had your watch been Imbrace we, then, this opportunity,

good, As fitting best to quittance their deceit, This sudden mischief never could have fallen. Contriv'd by art and baleful sorcery.

Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your de. Bed. Coward of France !-how much he fault, wrongs his fame,

That, being captain of the watch to-night, Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, Did look no better to that weighty charge. To join with witches and the help of hell ! Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely

Bur. Traitors have never other company. As that whereof I had the government, [kept, But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so We had not been thus shamefully surpris'd. Tal. A maid, they say.

[pure ?

Bast. Mine was secure.
A maid! and be so martial ! Reig.

And so was mine, my lord. Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere Char. And, for myself, most part of all this long,

night, If underneath the standard of the French Within her quarter, and mine own precinci, She carry armour, as she hath begun.

I was employ'd in passing to and fro, Tal. Well, let them practise and converse About relieving of the sentinels :

(in? with spirits :

Then how, or which way, should they first break God is our fortress, in whose conquering name Puc. Question, my lords, no farther of the Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.


(place Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot ; we will follow How, or which way : 'tis sure they found some thee.

But weakly guarded, where the breach was Tal. Not all together ; better far, I guess, made. That we do make our entrance several ways; And now there rests no other shift but this, -That, if it chance the one of us do fail, To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers d, The other yet may rise against their force. And lay new platforms to endamage them. Bed. Agreed : i'll to yon corner.

Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying Bur.

And I to this. "A Talbot ! a Talbot ?" They Ay, leaving Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make their clothes behind.


Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; Of English Henry, shall this night appear For I have loaden me with many spoils, How much in duty I am bound to both. Using no other weapon but his name. (Exit. [The English scale the walls, crying, St.

SCENE II.- Orleans. Within the Town. George ! A Talbot !” and all enter the town.

[assault! Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain,

and others. 1 Sent. Arm, arm! the enemy doth make The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is

Enter, several ways, Bastard of Orleans, fied, Alençon, and Reignier, half ready, and Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. half unready.

[ready so? Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. Alen. Ilow now, my lords! what, all un

(Retreat sounded. Bast. Unready! ay, and glad we 'scap'd so Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury, well.

(our beds, And here advance it in the market-place, Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave The middle centre of this cursed town.Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul ;

Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd For every drop of blood was drawn from him, Ne'er heard l of a warlike enterprise [arms, There hath at least five Frenchmen died toMore venturous or desperate than this. And that hereafter ages inay behold (night.

Bast, I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell. What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour Within their chiefest temple I'll erect him.

[he sped. A tomb, wherein his corse shali be interrd : Alen. Here cometh Charles : I marvel how Upon the which, that every one may read,

Enter Charles and La Pucelle. Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans, Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. The treacherous manner of his mournful death,

Char. Is this ihy cunning, thou deceitful And what a terror he had been to France. Didst thou at first, io flatter us withal, (dame? But, lords, in all our bloody massacre, Make us partakers of a little gain,

I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace, That now our loss might be ten times so much? His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc, Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with Nor any of his false confederates. (fight began, his friend ?

Bed. "Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the At all times will you have my power alike? Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, Sleeping or waking, must I still prevail, I'They did, amongst the troops of armed men,

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