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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.

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if that our own be ours, or no.
Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate,
But unto thee, Alanson, and the rest.
Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?

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,
The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my Lord,
We will bestow you in some better place :
Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age.

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not to dishonour me :
Here I will sit before the walls of Roan,
And will be partner of your weal and woe.

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

And no« no more ado, brave Burgundy,
But gather we our forces out of hand,
And set upon our boasting enemy.

[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

please,
For I have seen our enemies' overthrow,
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.

[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,

I think, her old Familiar is asleep.
Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his

glikes?
What, all a-mort ? Roan hangs her head for grief;
That such a valíant company are fled.
Now we will take some order in the town,
Placing therein some expert officers,
And then depart to Paris to the King;
For there young Henry with his Nobles lies.

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,
Nor grieve that Roan is so recovered.
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedy’d.
Let frantick Talbot triumph for a while ;
And, like a Peacock, sweep along his tail,
We'll pull his plumes and take away, his train,
If Dauphin and the rest will be but' ruld.

Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto,
And of thy cunning had no diffidence.
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

Baft. Search out thy wit for secret policies,
And we will make thee famous through the world.

Alan. We'll set thy statue in fome holy place,
And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed Saint.
Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
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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,

man.

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.

Pucel.

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