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S CE N E IV.

Enter a third Mellenger. 3 Mell. My gracious Lords, to add to your laments Where with you now bedew King Henry's hearle, I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.

Win. Whát! wherein Talbot overcame? is't 10? 3 Melli o no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'er

thrown. The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of August last this dreadful Lord, Retiring from the Gege of Orleans, Having scarce full fix thousand in his troops By three and twenty thouiand of the French Was round encompassed and set upon. No leisure had he to enrank his mei, He wanted pikes to set before his archers, Instead whereof Tharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges They pitched in the ground confusedly, To keep the horseinen off from breaking in. More than three hours the fight continued ; Where valiant Talbot, above human thought, Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him; Here, there, and ev'ry where, enrag'd he flew::. The French exclaim'd, “The devil ivas in arms !” All the whole army stood agaz'd on him. His foldiers, fpying his undaunted Ipirit, A Talbot ! Talbot ! cried out amain, And rufli'd into the bowels of the battle:. Here had the conquest fully been seald up, If Sir John Fástolfe had not play'd the coward; He being in the vaward, (plac'd behind, With purpole to relieve and follow them), Cowardly fed, not having struck one stroke. Hence grew tlie gen’ral wreck and maliacre; Inclosed were they with their enemies. A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace, Thrust Talbot with a spear into ihe back; Whom all France with her chief allembled strength Durst not presume to look once in the face.

Bed. Is Talbot flain ? then I will Nay myself,
For living idly here in pomp and ease,
Whilft such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto his daftard foe-men is betray'd.

3 Mell. O no, he lives, but is took prisoner, And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford, .. Most of the rest Naughter'd; or took likewise.

Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall payį. I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne, His crown shall be the ransom of my friend. Four of their Lords I'll change for one of ours, i Farewell, my masters, to my task will I; Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, To keep our great St George's feast withal. Ten thousand foldiers with me I will take, Whose bloody deeds Mall make all Europe quake.

3 Mell. So you had need, for Orleans is b sieg'd, The English army is grown weak and faint, The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply, And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, Since they so few watch such a multitude.

Exet. Remember, Lords, your oaths to Henry Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, [fworn, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

Bed. I do remember it, and here take leave, To go about my preparation.. [Exit Bed.

Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the halte I can, To view th' artillery and ammunition : And then I will proclain young Henry King,

Exet. To Eltam will I, where the young King is, Being ordain'd his special governor; And for his safety there I'll best devise. [Exit.

Win. Each hath his place and function to attend; I am left out, for me nothing remains. But long I will not be thus out of office.; The King from Eltam I intend to send, And fit at chiefert stern of public weal..

[Exit.

S CE N E V.

Before Orleans in France. Enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier, marching

with a drum and soldiers. Char. Mars his true moving, ev'n as in the

heav'ns,
So in the earth to this day is not known;
Late did he shine upon the English fide,
Now we are victors, upon us he smiles;
What towns of any moment but we have?
At pleasure here we ly near Orleans,
Tho still the familli'd English, like pale ghosts,
Faintly befiege us one hour in a month.
Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat

bull-beeves;
Either they must be dieted like mules,
And have their provender ty'd to their mouths,
Or piteous they will look like drowned mice.

Reig. Let's raise the siege, why live we idly here?
Talbot is taken, whoin we wont to fear ;
Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury,
And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
Char. Sound, sound, alarum :: we will rush on

them. Now for the honour of the forlorn French. Him I forgive my death that killeth me, When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. [Exeunt. Here alarm, ihey are beaten back by

the Englis with greai loss.
Re-enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier.
Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have ??
Dogs,
But thwards, dastards! I would ne'er have fled;

they left me mid'st my enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a desp’rate homicide,
He fighteth as one weary of his life;
The other Lords, like lions wanting food,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

Alan. Froysard, a countryman of ours, records, England all Qlivers and Rowlands * bred, During the time Edward the Third did reign ; More truly now may this be verified, For none but Samsons and Goliafles It fenderh forth to skirmish. One to ten! Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose, They had such courage and audacity! Char. Let's leave this town, for they are haire

brain'd saves, And hunger will enforce them be more eager : Of old I know them; rather with their teeth The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the

fiege. Reig. I think by some odd gimmals, or device Their arms are set like clocks, still to strike ons Else they could ne'er hold out so as they do. By my consent we'll e'en let them alone.. Alar. Be it fo.

Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Baft. Where's the Prince Dauphin ? I have news

for him, Day. Bastard of Orleans, thrice-welcome to us, Baft. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheart

appallid; Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence ? Be not dismay'd, før fuccour is at hand. A holy maid hither with me I bring, Which by a vision sent to her from heay?ng Ordained is to raise this tedious fiege, And drive the Englifli forth the bounds of France. The spirit of deep prophecy the hath,

* These were two of the most famous in the list of Charlemagne's twelve peers : and their exploits are render'd fo ridiculously and equally extravagant by the old romancers, that from thence arose that saying amongst our plain and sensible ancestors, of giving one a Rowland for his Oliver, to signify the matching one incre.. dible lie with another. Warb.

+ Chear is countenance, appearance. Johnsona

Exceeding the nine + Sibyls of old Rome ;
What's past, and what's to come, she can descry.
Speak, shall I call her in ? Believe my words,
For they are certain and infallible.

Dau. Go call her in. But first, to try her skill,
Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place;
Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern ;
By this means shall we found what skill the hath.

SE E N E VI.

Enter Joan la Pucelle. Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous

feats? Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to be.

guile me? Where is the Dauphin ? Come, come from behind; I know thee well, tho never seen before. Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me ; In private will I talk with thee apart. Stand back, you Lords, and give us leave a-while,

Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dah.
Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a fhepherd's

daughter,
My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
Heav'n and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd
To shine on my contemptible estare.
Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
And to fun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
God's mother deigned to appear to me;
And in a vision, full of majesty,
Willd me to leave my base vocation,
And free my country from calamity.
Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success.
In compleat glory she reveal'd herself;
And whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which the infus'd on me,

+ There were no nine Sibyls of Rome; but he confounds things, and mistakes this for the nine books of Sibylline oracles, brought to one of the Tarquins.

Warburton

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