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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

mischance.
France is revolted from the English quite,
Except some petty towns of no import.
The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in

Rheims;
The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;

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

self
For living idly here in pomp and ease
Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.

3. Mess. O no, he lives, but is took prisoner,

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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

King is,
Being ordain'd his special governor,
And for his safety there I'll best dévise.

(Erit. Win. Each hath his place and function to

attend.
I am left out; for me nothing remains.
But long I will not be Jack out of office.
The King from Eltham I intend to steal
And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.

[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;

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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.

(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

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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 ;
My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd.
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
Let me thy servant and not sovereign be.
'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.

Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,
For my profession's sacred from above.
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Then will I think upon a recompense.
Char. Meantime look gracious on thy pros-

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.

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(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.

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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.
Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey ! what

means this?
Glou. Peel'd priest, dost thou command me

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

uous strife
But to make open proclamation.
Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
Cry.

(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).

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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
Thomas GARGRAVE,] and others.
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again re-

turn'd!
How wert thou handled being prisoner ?
Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd ? 26
Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.

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.
Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the

ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grisly countenance made others fly;
None durst come near for fear of sudden

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?

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