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So in the earth, to this day is not known:
ena. 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. [Ere.
-Alarums; excursions; afterwards a retreat. Reenter Charles, Alençon, Reignier, and others.
Char. Whoeversaw the like? whatmenhave I?— Dogs! cowards!dastards!—I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
-Alen. Froissard, a countryman .ours, records,
Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hair
And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Reig. I think, by some odd gimmalso or device,
./llen. Be it so.
Enter the Bastard of Orleans.
Bast. Where's the prince dauphin? I have news for him. Char. Bastardo of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Bast. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer! appall'd; Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? Be not dismay’d, for succour is at hand: A holy maid hither with me I bring, Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven, Ordained is to raise this tedious siege, And drive the English forth the bounds of France. The spirit of deep prophecy she hath, 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 unfallible.
(1) i. e. The prey for which they are hungry.
(2) A gimmal is a piece of jointed work, where one piece moves within another; here it is taken wt large for an engine.
Char. Go, call herin; [Erit Bastard.] 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 sound what skill she hath. [Retires.
Enter La Pucelle, Bastard of Orleans, and others.
Reig. Fairmaid, is't thou wiltdothese wond’rous feats? Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?— Where is the dauphin?—come, come from behind; I know thee well, though never seen before. Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me: In private will Italk with thee apart:— Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while. Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash. Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter, My wit untrain'd in any kind of art. Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd To shine on my contemptible estate: Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs, And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks, God's mother deigned to appear to me; And, in a vision full of majesty, Will'd me to leave my base vocation, And free my country from calamity: Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success: In complete glory she reveal’d herself; And, whereas I was black and swart before, With those clear rays which she infus'd on me, That beauty am I bless'd with, which §. see. Ask me what question thou canst possible, And I will answer unpremeditated: My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st, And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex. Resolve on this:5 Thou shalt be fortunate, If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms; Only this proof I'll of thy valour makeIn single combat thou shalt buckle with me; And, if thou vanquishest, thy words are true; Otherwise, I renounce all confidence. Puc. I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd sword, Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side; The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's church-yard, Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth. Char. Then comeo'God's name, I fear nowoman. Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'erfly from a man. [They fight. Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an amazon, And fightest with the sword of Deborah. Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too
weak. Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must
Impatiently f burn with thy desire:
Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love, For my profession's sacred from above: When I have chased all thy foes from hence, Then will I think upon a recompense.
(3) This was not in former times a term of re roach.
(5) Be firmly persuaded of it.
it out. Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. This night the siege assuredly I’ll raise: Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days, Since I have entered into these wars. Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. With Henry's death, the English circle ends; Dispersed are the glories it included. Now am I like that proud insulting ship, Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once. Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? Thou with an eagle art inspired then. Helen, the mother of great Constantine, Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters,” were like thee. Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth, How may I reverently worship thee enough? Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise thesiege. Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours; Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. Char. Presently we'll try —Come, let's away about it: No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. [Eve.
SCENTE III—London. Hill before the Tower. Enter, at the gates, the Duke of Gloster, with his serving-men, in blue coats.
Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates; Gloster it is that calls. [Servants knock. 1 Ward. [Williol Who is there that knocks so imperiously: 1 Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster. 2 Ward. [Within..] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Serv. Answeryousothelord protector, villains? 1 Ward. [Within..] The |...} protect him! so we answer him: We do no otherwise than we are will’d. Glo. Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine? There's none protector of the realm, but IBreak up" the gates, I'll be your warrantize: Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? Servants rush at the Tower gates. Enter, to the gates, Woodville, the lieutenant. Wood. [Within..] What noise is this? what traitors have we here? (1) Expect prosperity after misfortune, (2) V. the . daughters of Philip, mentioned in Acts xxi. 9.
Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter. Wood. [Within..] Have patience, noble duke: I may not open; The cardinal of Winchester forbids: From him I have express commandment, That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in. Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore me? Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate, Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook? Thou art no friend to God, or to the king: Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. 1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector; Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
Because he is protector of the realm;
Off...All manner of men, assembled here in arms this day, against God's peace and the king's, we charge and command you, in his highness' name, to repair to your several dwelling-places; and not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of death. Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be
sure: Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work. ay. I'll call for clubs, if you will notaway:This cardinal is more haughty than the devil. Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou may'st. JWin. Atoll. Gloster! guard thy head; For I intend to have it, ere long. [Ereunt. JMay. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.— Good God! hole should such stomachs2 bear! I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt.
SCENTE IV.-France. Before Orleans. Enter on the walls, the Master-Gunner and his Son.
And how oil, have the suburbs won.
Son. Father, I know; and ofthave shot at them, Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
JM. Gun. But now thoushalt not. Be thou rul’d
Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
Enter, in an upper chamber %. tower, the Lords
”* That is, for peace-officers armed with club
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
ords. Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Or with slight ão enfeebled. [Shot from the town. Salisbury and Sir Thomas Gargrave fall. Sal. OLord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath cross'd us?— i. Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; ow far'st thou, mirror of all martial men? One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!— Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand, That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy! In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame; Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars; Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up, His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.— Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
ber to avenge me on the FrenchPlantagenet, I will; and Nero-like,
Here, here she comes:—I'll have about with thee: Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee: Blood will I draw on thee,” thou art a witch, “And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st. Puc. Come, come, ’tis only I that must disgrace thee. [They fight. Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail: My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage, And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come : I must go victual Orleans forthwith. O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. Go, go; cheer up thy hunger-starved men; Help Salisbury to make his testament: This day is ours, as many more shall be: [Pucelle enters the town, with soldiers. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's heel :
I know not where I am, nor what I do:
(1) Dirty wench.
(2) The superstition of those times taught, that he who could draw a witch's blood was free from her power.
You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
SCENE WI–The same. Enter, on the walls, Pucelle, Charles, Reignier, Alençon, and soldiers.
Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls; Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves:– Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. Char. Divinest creature, bright Astraea's daughter, How shall I honour thee for this success? Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.— France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!— Recover'd is the town of Orleans: More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. Reig. Whyring not out the bells throughout the town? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, ofeast and banquet in the open streets, To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. .Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and
When o shall hear how we have play'd themen.
Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won; For which, I will divide my crown with her: Andall the priests and friars in my realm Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise. A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear, Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was: In memory of her, when she is dead, Her ashes, in an urn more precious Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius, Transported o be at high festivals, Before the kings and queens of France. No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. Come in ; and let us banquet royally, After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Ere.
SCENTE I-The same. Enter, to the gates, a "rench Sergeant, and two Sentinels.
Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.s
1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit Serg.] Thus
are poor servitors
(When others sleep upon their quiet beds.) Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, and forces, with scaling-ladders; their drums beating a dead march.
Tal. Lord regent-and redoubted Burgundy, By whose o: the regions of Artois, Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us, This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, Having all day carous'd and banqueted: Embrace we then this opportunity; As fitting best to quittance their deceit, Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery.
(3) The same as guard-room.
Bed Coward of France!—how much he wrongs his fame, Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, To join with witches, and the help of hell. #. Traitors have never other company.— But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure? Tal. A maid, they say. Bed. A maid? and be so martial? Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine erelong; If underneath the standard of the French, She c armour, as she hath Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with irits: God is our fortress; in whose conquering name, Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks. Bed. Ascend, braveTalbot; we will follow thee. Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess, That we do make our entrance several ways; That, if it chance the one of us do fail, The other yet may rise against their force. Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner. Bur. And I to this. Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his
Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, Make us partakers of a little gain, That now our loss might be ten times so much? Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? At all times will you have my power alike? Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail, Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?— Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good, This sudden mischief never could have fall'n. Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default; That, being captain of the watch to-night, Did look no better to that weighty charge. .Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, As that whereof I had the government, We had not been thus shamefully surpris'd. Bast. Mine was secure. Reig. And so was mine, my lord. Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night, Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,
(1) Undressed. (2) Plans, schemes.
I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
About relieving of the sentinels:
Then how, or which way, should they firstbreakin? Puc. Question, my lords, no rof the case,
How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some
But well, guarded, where the breach was made.
And now there rests no other shift but this,
Tof. our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd,
And lay new platforms” to endamage them.
JAlarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, A Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their clothes behind.
Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; For I have loaden me with many spoils, Using no other weapon but his name. [Exit.
SCENTE II.-Orleans. Within the town. Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain, and . others.
Bed. The day . to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. [Retreat sounded. Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury; And here advance it in the market-place, The middle centre of this cursed town.— Now have I paid my vow unto his soul; For every drop of blood was drawn from him, There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night. And, that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, Within their chiefest temple I'll erect A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd : Upon the which, that every one may read, Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans; The treacherous manner of his mournful death, And what a terror he had been to France. But, lords, in all our bloody massacre, I muse,” we met not with §. dauphin's grace; His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; Nor any of his false confederates. Bed, 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight
Rous’d on odden from their drowsy beds,
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern,
Enter a Messenger. JMess. All hail, my lords! which of this princely
train Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts So much applauded through the realm of France? Tal. Here i. the Talbot; who would speak with him: JMess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, With modesty admiring thy renown, By me entreats, good lord, thou would'st vouchsafe o visit her poor castle where she lies;4 That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the world with loud report. Bar. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see, our wars
. (3) Wonder. (4) i. e. Where she dwells.