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A far more glorious star thy soul will make, No leisure had he to enrank his men
He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges,
They pitched in the ground confusedly, Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all!
To keep the horseinen off from breaking in. Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
More than three hours the fight continued ; Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:
Where valiant Talbot, above human thought, Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans,
Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost. Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him: Bed. What say'st thou man, before dead Henry's Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he slew: corse?
The French exclaim'd, The devil was in arms :
His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle. These news would cause him once more yield the Here had the conquest fully been seald up, ghost.
If sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward; Exe. How were they lost ? what treachery was He being in the vaward (plac'd behind, us'd ?
With purpose to relieve and follow them,) Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. Among the soldiers this is muttered.
Hence grew the general wreck and massacre ;
Enclosed were they with their enemies :
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;
For living idly here, in pomp and ease,
3 Mess. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford. These tidings would call forth her flowing tides.'
Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took, likewise. Bed. Me they concern ; regent I am of France :- Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay: Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France.
I'll hale the dauphin headlong from his throne, Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! His crown shall be the ransom of my friend; Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.-To weep their intermissive miseries.
Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad To keep our great Saint George's feast withal: mischance,
Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, France is revolted from the English quite;
Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake. Bxcept some petty towns of no import :
3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd; The dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims ;
The English army is grown weak and faint : The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
The earl of Salisbury craveth supply, Reigneir, duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, The duke of Alençon Alieth to his side.
Since thev, so few, watch such a multitude. Ere. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him !
Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry 0, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
sworn ; Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats: Either to quell the dauphin utterly, Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forward- To go about my preparation.
Bed, 1 do remember it; and here take leave,
[Exit. ness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can, Wherewith already France is over-run.
To view the artillery and munition :
And then I will proclaim young Henry king: . [Ex. Enter a third Messenger.
Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, 3 Mess. My gracious lords-to add to your Being ordain'd his special governor; laments,
And for his safety there I'll best devise. (Exit. Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse,- Win. Each hath his place and function to attend : I must inform you of a dismal fight,
I am left out out; for me nothing remains. Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French. But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office;
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so? The king from Eltham I intend to send, 3 Mess. O no; whcrein lord Talbot was o'er- And sit at chiefest stern of publick weal. thrown:
(Exit. Scene closes. The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. SCENE II.-France. Before Orleans. Enter The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord, Charles, with his forces ; Alençon, Reigneir, Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
and others. Having full scarce six thousand in his troop, Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the By three and twenty thousand of the French
heavens, Was round encompassed and set upon:
(2) i. e. Their miseries which have had only a (1) Her, i. e. England's.'
So in the earth, to this day is not known:
Char. Go, call her in: [Exit Bastard. ] But, first, Late did he shine upon the English side;
to try her skill, Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.
Reignier, stand thou as dauphin in my place: What towns of any moment, but we have ? Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern:At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans;
By this means shall we sound what skill she hath. Otherwhiles, the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
(Retires. Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat Enter La Pucelle, Bastard of Orleans and others. bull-beeves;
Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous Either they must be dieted like mules,
feats? And have their provender tied to their mouths, Puc Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile Or piteous they will look like drowned mice.
me? Reig. Let's raise the siege; Why live we idly Where is the dauphin?-come, come from behind; here?
I know thee well, though never seen before. Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me: Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury; In private will I talk with thee apart:And he may well in fretting spend his gall, Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while. Nor men, nor money, hath he to make war.
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash. Char, Sound, sound alarum; we will rush on Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's them.
daughter, Now for the honour of the forlorn French:- My wit untraind in any kind of art. Him I forgive my death, that killeth me,
Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. (Exe. To shine on my contemptible estate: Alarums; excursions ; afterwards a retreat.
Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
Reenter Charles, Alençon, Reignier, and others.
And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
God's mother deigned to appear to me;
And free my country from calamity:
In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
And, whereas I was black and swart before, Do rush upon us as their hungry prey."
With those clear rays which she insus'd on me, Alen. Froissard, a countryman of ours, records, That beauty am I bless'd with, which you see. England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
My courage try by combat, if thou dar’st,
And thou shall find that I exceed my sex. It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
Resolve on this :5 Thou shalt be fortunate, Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. They had such courage and audacity?
Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hair
Only this proof"I'll of thy valour make,
Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals or device, Puc. I am prepar’d: here is my keen-edgd sword,
church-yard, Alen. Be it so.
Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth.
Char. Then come o'God's name, I fear no woman. Enter the Bastard of Orleans.
Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. Bast. Where's the prince dauphin? I have news
[They fight. for him.
Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an amazon, Char. Bastard' of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. And fightest with the sword of Deborah. Bast. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too appallid;
weak. Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence ? Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand:
help me: A holy maid hither with me I bring,
Impatiently I burn with thy desire ;
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
'Tis the French dauphin sueth to thee thus. Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love, What's past, and what's to come, she can descry. For my profession's sacred from above: Speak, shall I call her in ? Believe my words, When I have chased all thy foes from hence, For they are certain and unfallible.
Then will I think upon a recompense. (1) i. e. The prey for which they are hungry. (3) This was not in former times a term of re
(2) A gimmal is a piece of jointed work, where proach. one piece moves within another; here it is taken (4) Countenance. at large for an engine.
(5) Be firmly persuaded of it.