I see already they've confus'd the foe;

Their ranks are broken, and they seem to doubt
If they should stand or fly.

Chan. Then now's the time

To press them with the weight of all our force;
For Frenchmen, if they're once dismay'd, are lost.
War. Excess of fury marks the battle yonder;
Lord Salisbury there sustains a heavy charge.
Prince. Warwick, away and reinforce his party,
Or numbers may o'erbear him. Fly this instant.

[Exit Warwick.

Oh, for an arm of iron, but to answer
The mighty ardor that inflames my soul!

Enter ARNOLD, bloody.

[Exeunt.

Arn. Yet more of Gallic blood, I must have more, To wash my stains of infamy away.

What are the multitudes o'erthrown already?
Greater must down to gratify my rage,

And in my country's vengeance crown my own.

Ha! what, retreating! Cowards, follow me.

[He joins an English party who were giving way, and they beat the French off.

SCENE II.

Changes to another part of the Field. Enter KING JOHN, TOURAIN, ATHENS, and Attendants.

King. By Heav'n, a panick seizes all my troops! Inform me, Athens, what's the cause of this?

Ath. Some parties that the Prince of Wales detach'd Round yonder mountain, have attack'd our rear; And the division which the Dauphin led

Dispersing in confusion, they have pierc'd
With fury to the centre of our host.

King. Fly, Athens, to my son, with my command, That he collect again his scatter'd men,

And lead them to our succour.

Shameful sight!

[Exit Athens.

That such a handful should confound us thus.

"Enter Archbishop of SENS with a drawn sword.

"Sens. Confusion seize 1-but there's no need to

wish it;

"Too much it rages in our host already.

I got this weapon from a feather'd wretch,

"Who cast it down and skipp'd like any deer:
"I wish the villain had it in his heart.
"Howe'er, I took the keen incumbrance up,
"And us'd it better than its master could;
"For, with this arm, unpractis'd in the office,
"I clove a brawny Briton to the chine.

"Tour. Heav'ns, how we're prest! No party but gives way!

"King. Perdition seize the cowards! Come, my boy,

"We'll do our duty tho' they all desert us.'

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

Changes. Enter ARNOLD.

Arn. My arm begins to weary with the fight. Death, I have cramm'd thy rav'nous jaws with offal; Now, turn my friend, and give me timely rescue.

Enter RIBEMONT.

Rib. Thou double traitor, must I stain my sword
With the foul streams that circle in thy veins,
Who art so base, so branded ?—Infamous !
By Heav'n, it almost is a guilt to fight thee.
Arn. Here I can answer, for my cause is good;
It is my country's. And, thou haughty lord,
Think not thou e'er again shalt awe my soul,
Or, unchastis'd, reproach me with a crime
I loath, and here am come to expiate.

The earth I've crimson'd with thy country's blood;
And if the pow'rs, to what I've shed already,
Will add but Ribemont's, I'll ask no more:
The foe I next may meet to mine is welcome.

Rib. Can aught in valour purge thy Æthiop soul,
Expunge thy blots, and rank thee with the brave?
Dar'st thou assert the cause thou hast betray'd,
Or hope a second guilt atones the first?

No! the joint vengeance of wrong'd France and England

I send in this-[Arnold falls.]-There's something

of thy due;

To infamy and hell I leave the rest.

[Exit.

Arn. Death I have caught: his shaft is in my heart. It tugs with nature. When shall I get free?

Enter PRINCE, CHANDOS, and Attendants.

Prince. Slaughter hath wanton'd here! What streams of blood!

What heaps of mangled bodies strew the ground!
Death has had able ministers at work;
A pompous tribute they have paid indeed !
Arnold! Hast thou done this?

Arn. Offended prince,

You find my fluttering soul upon the wing.
All a poor desp❜rate and despairing wretch
Could do, this arm hath wrought.
Prince. Thrice have I mark'd

Thy valour wonderful.

Arn. All worthless quite.

That I could pay a hundred thousand lives
In gratitude to you, and love for England;
But feeble nature fail'd my better wish.
So here I render up a loathsome life-

Prince. Talk not of dying-Live, and still be mine. Arn. Too gen'rous prince! Could your benignant heart

Forgive and cherish one who is so vile ?

Prince. As Heav'n may pardon me, thy crime's forgot.

Arn. Then I am happy. Hear it, sacred pow'rs, And give him glory great, as is his goodness. I go Methinks the gloomy way before me Is stripp'd of half its horrors. Friendly death, Receive a parting, pity'd, pardon'd—Oh! Chan. He dies!--Is gone.

Prince. Proving, my noble friend,

His soul was genuine English, and could tow'r
O'er all calamities but conscious guilt.

[Dies.

Chan. Heav'n's pardon greet him-Mighty prince, behold,

Where gallant Audley, like a tempest, pours
Destruction thro' the thickest ranks of foes!

Prince. Oh, Chandos, with astonishment my eye
Hath mark'd his valiant wonder-working sword!
Come, let us kindle at the great example,
And emulate the ardor we admire.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV.

Enter KING JOHN, TOURAIN, and Atiendants.

King. [Turning back.] Rally our men, my valiant
Lord of Ewe,

Or we are all undone. "O gracious Heav'n,
"How has a kingdom crumbled from my grasp!

"Tour. Let us preserve ourselves by timely flight, "Our broken army is dispersing. See,

“Behold the dastards how they run in thousands ! "Oh, shame! almost before a single foe.