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Bed. Cease, cease these jars and rest your
minds in peace; Let's to the altar. Heralds, wait on us. Instead of gold, we 'll offer up our arms, Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead. Posterity, await for wretched years, When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall
suck, Our isle be made a marish of salt tears, And none but women left to wail the dead. Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate: Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils, Combat with adverse planets in the heavens ! A far more glorious star thy soul will make Than Julius Cæsar or bright
Enter a MESSENGER. 1. Mess. My honourable lords, health to you
all ! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture. Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans, Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost. Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead
Henry's corse? Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns Will make him burst his lead and rise from
death. Glou. Is Paris lost ? Is Rouen yielded up ? 65 If Henry were recall’d to life again, These news would cause him once more yield
the ghost. Exe. How were they lost? What treachery
was us'd? 1. Mess. No treachery, but want of men and
money. Amongst tbe soldiers this is muttered, That here you maintain several factions, And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and
fought, Yon are disputing of your generals. One would have ling'ring wars with little cost; Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings ; 15 A third thinks, without expense at all, By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. Awake, awake, English nobility! Let pot sloth dim your honours new-begot. Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms ; 80 Of England's coat one half is cut away.
Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth their flowing
tides. Bed. Me they concern ; Regent I am of
France. Give me my steeled coat ; I'll fight for France. Away with these disgraceful wailing robes! 86 Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes, To weep their intermissive miseries.
Enter to them a second MESSENGER. 2. Mess. Lords, view these letters full of bad
Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part; The Duke of Alençon fieth to his side.
(Erit. Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! All fly to
him ! 0, whither shall we fly from this reproach ? Glou. We will not fly, but to our enemies'
throats. Bedford, if thou be slack, I 'll fight it out. Bed. Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my
forwardness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is overrun.
Enter a third MESSENGER. 3. Mess. My gracious lords, to add to your
laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's
hearse, I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French. Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame ?
Is 't so ? 3. Mess. 0, no; wherein Lord Talbot was
o'erthrown. The circumstance I 'll tell you more at large. The tenth of August last this dreadful lord, 119 Retiring from the siege of Orleans, Having
full scarce six thousand in his troop, By three and twenty thousand of the French Was round encompassed and set upon. 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, To keep the horsemen 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 Here, there, and everywhere, enrag'd he slew. The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms; All the whole army stood agaz'd on him. His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit, "A Talbot ! a Talbot!" cried out amain And rush'd into the bowels of the battle. Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up, 1.32 If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward. He, being in the vaward, plac'd behind With purpose to relieve and follow them, Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. Hence grew the general wreck and massa
cre ; Enclosed were they with their enemies. A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace, Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back, Whom all France with their chief assembled
strength Durst not presume to look once in the face.sk Bed. Is Talbot slain? Then I will slay my
3. Mess. O no, he lives, but is took prisoner,
And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hunger
ford. Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise. Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall
рау. I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne; His crown shall be the ransom of my friend. 150 Four of their lords I 'll change for one of ours. Farewell, my masters ! To my task will I. Bonfires in France forth with I am to make, To keep our great Saint George's feast withal. Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, 188 Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe
quake. 3. Mess. So you had need, for Orleans is be
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. Ere. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry
sworn, Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. Bed. 'I do remember it; and here take my
leave, To go about my preparation.
[Exit. Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the haste I
can, To view the artillery and munition ; And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
(Exit. Ere. To Eltham will I, where the young
(Erit. Win. Each hath his place and function to
[Exeunt. [SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.) 4 flourish. Enter. CHARLES, ALENÇON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers. Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the
heavens So in the earth, to this day is not known. Late did he shine upon the English side; Now we are victors, upon us he smiles. What towns of any moment but we have ? At pleasure here we lie near Orleans ; Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale
ghosts, Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. Alen. They want their porridge and their fat
bull-beeves. Either they must be dieted like mules And have their provender tied 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, whom we wont to fear;
Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury, 15
(Ereunt. Alarum; they are beaten back by the English
with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, and REIGNIER. Char. Who ever saw the like? What men
have I! Dogs! cowards ! dastards ! I would ne'er have
fled, But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide ; He fighteth as one weary of his life. The other lords, like lions wanting food, Do rush upon us as their hungry prey. Alen. Froissart, a countryman of ours, re
cords, England all Olivers and Rolands bred During the time Edward the Third did reign. More truly now may this be verified, For none but Sanisons and Goliases It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten! Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er sup
pose They had such courage and audacity ? Char. Let's leave this town; for they are
hare-brain'd slaves, And hunger will enforce them to be more eager. Of old I know them ; rather with their teeth The walls they 'll tear down than forsake the
siege. Reig. I think, by some odd gimmers or deTheir arms are set like clocks, still to strike on; Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. By my consent, we 'll even let them alone. Alen. Be it so.
Enter the BASTARD of Orleans. Bast. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have
news for him. Char. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to Bast. Methinks your looks are sad, your
cheer appallid. 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. Char. Go, call her in. (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. Re-enter (the BASTARD of Orleans, with] JOAN
LA PUCELLE. Reig. Fair maid, is 't thou wilt do these won
drous feats? Puc. Reignier, is 't thou that thinkest to
beguile me? Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from beI know thee well, though 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
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 That beauty am I bless'd with which you 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, 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 make, In single combat thou shalt buckle with me, 95 And if thon 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
churchyard, Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth. Char. Then come, o' God's name; I fear no
woman. Puc. And while I live, I 'll ne'er fly from a man.
[Here they fight, and Joan la Pu
celle overcomes. 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, 't is thou that
must help me.
Impatiently I burn with thy desire ;
Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,
trate thrall. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to
her smock; Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps
no mean? Alen. He may mean more than we poor men
do know. These women are shrewd tempters with their
tongues. Reig. Ny lord, where are you? What devise Shall we
give over Orleans, or no? Puc. Why,
I distrustful recreants ! Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard. Char. What she says I'll confirm. We'll
fight 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. 188 With Henry's death the English circle ends; Dispersed are the glories it included. Now am I like that proud insulting ship Which Cæsar 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, Not yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like
thee. Bright star of Venus, fallen down on the earth, How may I reverently worship thee enough ? 15 Alen. 'Leave off delays, and let us raise the
siege. 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.
(SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.] Enter the DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, with his SERY
ING-MEN (in blue coats). Glou. I am come to survey the Tower this
day; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is converWhere be these warders, that they wait not
here? Open the gates ; 't is Gloucester that calls.
1. Warder. (Within.] Who's there that
knocks so imperiously? 1. Serv. It is the noble Duke of Gloucester. 2. Warder. (Within.) Whoe'er he be, you
may not be let in. 1. Serv. Villains, answer you so the Lord
Protector? 1. Warder. [Within.) The Lord protect
him! so we answer him. We do no otherwise than we are will’a. Glou. Who willed you ? or whose will stands
but mine? There's
none Protector of the realm but I. Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize. Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
(Gloucester's men rush at the Tower
Gates, and Woodvile the Lieu
tenant speaks within. Woodv. What noise is this? What traitors
have we here? Glou. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I
hear? Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would
enter. Woodv. Have patience, noble Duke, I may
not open The Cardinal of Winchester forbids. From him I have express commandment That thon nor none of thine shall be let in. Glou. Faint-hearted Woodvile, 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. Serving-men. Open the gates unto the Lord
Protector, Or we 'll burst them open, if that you come not
quickly. [They rush again at the gates.) Enter to the Lord Protector at the Tower Gates
WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats.
to be shot out? Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, And not Protector, of the King or realm.
Glou. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator, Thou that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord; Thou that giv'st whores indulgences to sin. I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, If thou proceed in this thy insolence. Win. Nay, stand thou back; I will not
budge a foot. This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. Glou. I will not slay thee, but I 'll drive thee
back. Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth I'll use to carry thee out of this place. Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to
thy face, Glou. What ! am I dar'd and bearded to my
face ? Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
Blue coats to tawny coats ! Priest, beware
your beard; I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly. Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat. In spite of Pope or dignities of church, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Win. Gloucester, thou wilt answer this be
fore the Pope. Glou. Winchester goose, I cry, “A rope ! a Now beat them hence ; why do you let them
stay? Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's
array. Out, tawny coats! Out, scarlet hypocrite! Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's
men, and enter in the hurly-burly the MAYOR of London and his OFFICERS. May. Fie, lords ! that you, being supreme
magistrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace ! Glou. Peace, mayor, thou know'st sittle of
my wrongs. Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor
king, Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
Win. Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens, One that still motions war and never peace, O'ercharging your free purses with large fines, That seeks to overthrow religion Because he is Protector of the realm, And would have armour here out of the Tower, To crown himself king and suppress the Prince. Glou. I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
(Here they skirmish again. May. Nought rests for me in this tumult
(1. 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. Glou, Cardinal, I 'll be no breaker of the
law; But we shall meet, and break our minds at
large. Win. Gloucester, we'll meet to thy cost, be
sure, Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's
work. May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not
away. This cardinal 's more haughty than the devil. 85 Glou. Mayor, farewell; thou dost but what
thou mayst. Win. Abominable Gloucester, guard thy For I intend to have it ere long.
(Ereunt (severally, Gloucester and
Winchester with their Servingmen).
May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will
depart. Good God, these nobles should such stomachs
bear! I myself fight not once in forty year. (Exeunt.
(SCENE IV. France. Before Orleans.] Enter (on the walls,) a MASTER GUNNER and
his Boy. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans
is besiegd, And how the English have the suburbs won. Boy. Father, I know; and oft have shot at
them, Howe'er unfortunate I miss’d my aim. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou
rul'd by me. Chief master-gunner am I of this town; Something I must do to procure mo grace. The Prince's espials have informed me How the English, in the suburbs close in
trench'd, Went through a secret grate of iron bars In yonder tower to overpeer the city And thence discover how with most advan
tage They may vex us with shot or with assault. To intercept this inconvenience, A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd ; 15 And even these three days have I watch'd If I could see them, Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer. If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word ; And thou shalt find me at the governor's.
(Exit. Boy. Father, I warrant you ; take you no I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
[Exit. Enter, on the turret, the LORDS SALISBURY and
Talbot, [Sir William GųANSDALE, SIR
Tal. The Earl of Bedford had a prisoner Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles ; For him was I exchang’d and ransomed. But with a baser man of arms by far Once in contempt they would have barter'd Which I disdaining scorn'd, and craved death Rather than I would be so vile-esteem'd. In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd. But, O'! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my
heart, Whom with my bare fists I would execute, If I now had him brought into my power. Sal. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert en
tertain'd. Tal. With scoffs and scorns and contumeli
ous taunts, In open market-place produc'd they me,
To be a public spectacle to all.
death. In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; So great fear of my name 'mongst them were
spread That they suppos'd I could rend bars of steel And spurn in pieces posts of adamant ; Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had That walk'd about me every minute while ; And if I did but stir out of my bed, Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
Enter the Boy with a linstock. Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you en
dur'd, But we will' be reveng'd sufficiently. Now it is supper-time in Orleans. Here, through this secret grate, I count each And view the Frenchmen how they fortify. Let us look in; the sight will much delight
thee. Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glans
dale, Let me have your express opinions Where is best place to make our battery next. Gar. I think, at the north gate ; for there
stands lords. Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the
bridge. Tal. For aught I see, this city must be fam
ish'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
(Shot (from the town), and Salisbury
[and Gargrave) fall. Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched
sinners! Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man! Tal. What chance is this that suddenly hath
cross'd us? Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst, speak. How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men ? One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck
off! Accursed tower! accursed fatal band That hath contriv'd this woeful 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; The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands i Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it. Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?