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An alarm: Excursions. Bedford brought in, fick, in a
chair. Enter 1 albot and Burgundy, without; within, Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Bastard, and Alanfon,' on the walls. Pucel. Good morrow, gallants, want ye corn for
bread? I think, the Duke of Burgundy will fast, Before he'll buy again at such a rate. 'Twas full of darnel ; do you like the taste ?
Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtizan! I trult, ere long to choak thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Dau. Your Grace may starve, perhaps, before that
time. Bed. Oh let not words, but deeds, revenge this trea
fon! Pucel. What will you do, good grey-beard ? break
a lance, And run a tilt at death within a chair?
Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despight, Incompass’d with thy lustful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardife a man half dead? Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with his shame.
Pucel. Are you so hot? yet, Pucelle, hold thy Peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. [Talbot and the rest whisper together in council
. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field! Pucel. Belike, your Lordship takes us then for fools,
Alanfon Sir T. Hanmer las nier, because Alanson, not Rrigreplaced here, instead of Reig- nier, appears in the ensuing scene.
if that our own be ours, or no.
Alan. Seignior, no.
Tal. Seignior, hang.--Base muleteers of France! Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
Pucel. Captains, away; let's get us from the walls, For Talbot means no goodness by his looks. God be wi' you, my Lord : we came, Sir, but to tell you That we are here.
[Exeunt from the walls. Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy House, Prick'd on by publick wrongs sustain’d in France, Either to get the town again, or die. And I, as sure as English Henry lives, And as his father here was Conqueror, As sure as in this late-betrayed town Great Cæurdelion's heart was buried, So sure I swear, to get the town, or die.
Burg. My vows are equal partners with thy vows,
Tal. But ere we go, regard this dying Prince,
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not to dishonour me :
Burg. Couragious Bedford, let us now persuade you.
Bed. Not to be gone from hence ; for once I read, That stout Pendragon, in his litter sick, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes. Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts; Because I ever found them as myself.
Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast ! Then be it so. Heav'ns keep old Bedford safe!
And no« no more ado, brave Burgundy,
[Exit. An Alarm : excursions. Enter Sir John Fastoiffe, and
a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolffe, in such haíte?
Fajt. Whither away? to save myself by fight. We are like to have the overthrow again.
Cap. What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot? Fast. Ay, all the Ta'bots in the world to save my life.
[Exit. Cap. Cowardly Knight, ill-fortune follow thee!
[Exit. Retreat : excursions. Pucelle, Alanson, and Dauphin fly. Bed. Now, quiet foul, depart when heav'n fhall
[Dies, and is carried of in his chair,
An Alarm : Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the rest. Tal. OST and recover'd in a day again ?
This is a double honour, Burgundy ; Yet, heav'ns have glory for this victory !
Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Inshrines thee in his heart ; and there erects Thy noble deeds, as Valour's monuments. Tal. Thanks, gentle Duke. But where is Pucelle now?
I think, her old Familiar is asleep.
Burg. What wills Lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy,
Tal. But yet before we go, let's not forget The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd; But see his exequies fulfill'd in Roan. A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in Court. But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die, For that's the end of human misery. [Exeunt.
Enter Dauphin, Bastard, Alanson, and Joan la Pucelle.
Pucel. Dismay not, Princes, at this accident,
Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto,
Baft. Search out thy wit for secret policies,
Alan. We'll set thy statue in fome holy place,
Pucel. Then thus it must be, this doth Joan devise: By fair persuasions mixt with sugar'd words, We will entice the Duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.
Dau. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor shall that Nation boast it so with us, But be extirped from our provinces.
Alan. For ever should they be expuls’d from France, And not have title of an Earldom here.
Pucel. Your honours shall perceive how I will work, To bring this matter to the wished end.
[Drum beats afar of Hark, by the found of drum you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
[Here beat an English March. There goes
the Talbot with his Colours spread, And all the troops of English after him. (French March. Now, in the rereward, comes the Duke and his, Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind. Summon a parley, we will talk with him.
(Trumpets found a parley.
Enter the Duke of Burgundy marching. Dau. A parley with the Duke of Burgundy. Burg: Who craves a parley with the Burgundy ? Pucel. The princely Charles of France, thy country,
Burg. What sayst thou, Charles ? for I am march
ing hence. Dau. Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy
words. Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France ! Stay, let thy humble hand-maid speak to thee. Burg. Speak on, but be not over-tedious.