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foot;

Char. Mean time, look gracious on thy prostrate Glo. Licutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? thrall.

Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter.
Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Wood. Within.] Have patience, noble duke :
Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her I may not open :
smock;

The cardinal of Winchester forbids :
Else ne'er could' he so long protract his speech. From him I have express commandment,
Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in.
mean?

Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do

me? know:

Arrogant Winchester ? that haughty prelate, These women are shrewd tempters with their Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could tongues.

brook? Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you Thou art no friend to God, or to the king : on?

Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. Shall we give over Orleans, or no?

1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants! Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.

quickly. Char. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll fight Enter Winchester, attended by a train of servants,

it out. Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.

in tawny-coats. This night the siege assuredly I'll raise :

Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey ? what Expect Saint Martin's summer,' halcyon days,

mcans this? Since I have entered into these wars.

Glo. Pield priest, dost thou command me to be Glory is like a circle in the water,

shut out ? Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,

Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor', Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. And not protector of the king or realm. With Henry's death, the English circle ends; Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator ; Dispersed are the glories it included.

Thou that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord Now am I like that proud insulting ship,

Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin: Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.

I'll canvass" thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? If thou proceed in this thy insolence. Though with an cagle art inspired then.

Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a Helen, the mother of great Constantine, Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, 2 were like thee. This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth, To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. How may I reverently worship thee enough? Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:

Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege. Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth, Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our I'll use to carry thee out of this place. honours;

Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to thy Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.

face. Char. Presently we'll try:--Come, let's away Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my about it :

sace ? No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. (Exe. Draw, men, for all this privileged place; SCENE III.-London. Hill before the Tourer.

Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your

bcaril; Enter, at the gates, the Duke of Gloster, with his serving-men in blue coats.

[Gloster and his men attack the bishop.

I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day ; Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. In spite of pope or dignities of church, Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Open the gates; Gloster it is that calls.

Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the pope.

(Servants knock. Glo. Winchester goose, I cry--a rope ! a rope ! 1 Ward. [Within.) Who is there that knocks so Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay imperiously?

Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.i Sery, It is the noble duke of Gloster.

Out, tawney-coats !-out, scarlet hypocrite! 2 Ward. (Within.) Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.

Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, enter 1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, villains ? the Mayor of London, and officers. 1 Ward. (Within.) The Lord protect him! so May. Fie, lords ! that you, being supreme mawe answer him :

gistrates, We do no otherwise than we are will’d.

Thus contumeliously should break the peace ! Glo. Who willed you ? or whose will stands but mine?

Glo. Peace, mayor ; thou knowest little of my

wrongs: There's none protector of the realm, but I.

Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize : Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Shall I be fouted thus by dunghill grooms ?

Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens : Servants rush at the Tower gates. Enter, to the one that still motions war, and never peace, gates, Woodville, the lieutenant,

O'ercharging your free purses with large fines ; Wood. (Within.) What noise is this ? what trai. That seeks to overthrow religion, tors have we here?

(3) Theft. (4) Break open. (1) Expect prosperity after misfortune.

(5) Alluding to his shaven crown. (6) Traitor, Meaning the four daughters of Philip, men

(7) Sift.

(8) A strumpet. tioned in Acts xxi. 9.

19) An allusion to the bishop's habit.

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sure:

Because he is protector of the realm;

Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death, And would have armour here out of the Tower, Rather than I would be so pil'd esteem'd. To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd. Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. But, 0! the treacherous Fastolle wounds my heart !

[Here they skirmish again. Whom with my bare fists I would execute, May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous Ir I now had him brought into my power. strife,

Sal. Yet tellist thou not, how thou wert enterBut to make open proclamation :

tain'd. Come, Officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.

Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious Of All manner of men, assembled here in arms In open market-place produc'd they me,

taunts. this day, againsi God's peace and the king's, we To be a public spectacle to all ; charge and command you, in his highness' name, Here, said they, is the terror of the French, to repair to your several dwelling-places; and The scarc-crow that affrights our children so. not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon, Then

broke I from the otficers that led me; or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of death.

And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground, Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: To hurl at the beholders of my shame. But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. My grisly countenance made others fly; Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be None durst come near for fear of sudden death.

In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,

May. I'll call for clubs,' if you will not away :- That they supposed, I could rend bars of steel,
This cardinal is more haughty than the devil. And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
Glo. Mayor, farowell : thou dost but what thou Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
may'st.

That walk'd about me every minute-while ;
Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; And if I did but stir out of my bed,
For I intend to have it ere long. [Exeunt. Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd,
depart.-

But we will be reveng'd sufficiently, Good God! that nobles should such stomachs bear! Now it is supper-time in Orleans : I myself fight not once in forty year. (Exeunt. Here, through this grate, I can count every one,

And view the Frenchmen how they fortify; SCENE IV.-France. Before Orleans. Enter Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.on the walls, the Master-Gunner and his Son.

Sir Thomas Gargrave, and sir William Glansdale, M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is Let me have your express opinions, besieg'd :

Where is best place to make our battery next. And how the English have the suburbs won. Gar. I think, at the north gate ; for there stand Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,

lords. Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.

Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, by me:

Or with slight skirmishes enseebled. Chief master-gunner am I of this town;

(Shot from the toron. Salisbury and Sir Something I must do, to procure me grace::

Thomas Gargrave fall. The prince's espials have inform'd me,

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners ! How the English, in the suburbs close entrench'd, Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, wosul man! Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars

Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;

cross'd us? And thence discover, how, with most advantage, Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; They may vex us, with shot, or with assault. How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men! To intercept this inconvenience,

One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off! A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd ; Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand, And fully even these three days have I watch'd, That hath contrived this woful tragedy ! If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch, In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame; For I can stay no longer.

Henry thc Fifth he first trained to the wars; Ifthou spy'st any, run and bring me word; Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up, And thou shalt find me at the governor's. [Exit. His sword did ne'er Icave striking in the field.

Son. Father, I warrant you ; take you no care ; Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury ? though thy speech doth I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

fail, Enter, in an upper chamber of a lover, the Lords The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.

One eye thou hast to look to heaven for grace:
Salisbury and Talbot, Sir William Glansdale, Heaven be thou gracious to none alive,
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and others.

If Salisbury want mercy at thy hands! -
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.-
How wert thou håndled, being prisoner?

Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Or by what means gotsi thou to be releas'd! Speak unto Talbot ; nay, look up to him.
Discourse, I prythee, on this turret's top.

Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort; Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Thou shalt not die, whilesCalled the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles; He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me; For him I was exchang'd and ransomed.

As who

should say, When I am dead and goné, But with a baser man of arms by far,

Remember to avenge me on the French. Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: Plantaganet, I will; and Nero-like,

(1) That is, for peace-officers armed with clubs (2) Pride. (3) Favour. (4) Spies, or staves.

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Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
Wretched shall France be only in my name.

For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
(Thunder heard: afterwards an alarum. Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens ? In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ? O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
Enter a Messenger.

The shame hereof will make me hide my head.

(Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot and his Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd forces, &c.

head: The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, - SCENE VI. The same. Enter, on the walls, PuA holy prophetess new risen up,-.

celle, Charles, Reignier, Alençon, and soldiers. Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls;

(Salisbury groans. Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves : Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd.

Char. Divinest creature,

bright Astræa's daughter, Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you ;

How shall I honour thee for this success? Pucelle or puzzel,' dolphin or dogfish,

Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, Your hearts I'll stamp out with ury horse's heels,

That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.“

France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !-Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

Recover'd is the town of Orleans: And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. dare. (Exeunt, bearing out the bodies.

Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the

town? SCENE V.-The same. Before one of the gates. Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,

Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbot pursueth the
Dauphin, and driveth him in : then enter Joan To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.

And feast and banquet in the open streets, la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then

Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and enter Talbot.

joy, Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my When they shall hear how we have played the men. force?

Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; For which, I will divide my crown with her:
A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.

And all the priests and friars in my realm
Enter La Pucelle.

Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.

A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Here, here shecomes:---- I'll have a bout with thee: Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was:
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee :

In memory of her, when she is dead,
Blood will I draw on thee,thou art a witch, Her ashes in an urn more precious
And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st. Than the rich-jeweld cofler of Darius,
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace Transported shall be at high festivals,
thee.

[They fight. Before the kings and queens of France.
Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage, But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, Come in; and let us banquet royally,
But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Exe.

Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
O'ertake me, if thou canst ; I scorn thy strength.
Go, go; cheer up thy hunger-starved men;

ACT II.
Help Salisbury to make his testament:
This day is ours, as many more shall be.

SCENE I.-The same. Enter, to the gates, e (Pucelle enters the lown, with soldiers.

French Sergeant, and two Sentinels. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;

Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: I know not where I am, nor what I do:

If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists; Let us have knowledge at the court of guard." So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, 1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. (Exit Serg.) Thus Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.

are poor servitors They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs ; (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,), Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.

(A short alarum. Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, and forces, Or tear the lions out of England's coat;

with scaling-ladders; their drums beating a Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead :

dead march. Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Tal. Lord regent,-and redoubted Burgundy,Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,

By whose approach, the regions of Artois, As you dy from your oft-subdued slaves.

Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,(Alarum. Another skirmish. This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, It will not be :-retire into your trenches : Having all day carous'd and banqueted:

Embrace we then this opportunity; (1) Dirty wench.

As fitting best to quittance their deceit, (2) The superstition of those times taught, that Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery. he who could draw a witch's blood was free from her power.

(3) The same as guard-room.

Bed. Coward of France !-how much he wrongs (I was employ'd in passing to and fro, his fame,

About relieving of the sentinels : Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,

Then how, or which way, should they first break in ? To join with witches, and the help of 'hell.

Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case, Bur. Traitors have never other company. How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure ?

place Tel. A maid, they say.

But weakly guarded, where the breach was made. Bed.

A maid ? and be so martial ? And now there rests no other shift but this, Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long: To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd, If underneath the standard of the French, And lay new platforms to endamage them. She carry armour, as she hath begun.

Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, A Tal. Well, let them practice and converse with Talbot ! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their spirits :

clothes behind. God is our fortress; in whose conquering name, Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.

Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; Tal. Not altogether: better far, I guess,

For I have loaden me with many spoils, That we do make our entrance several ways;

Using no other weapon but his name. (Exit. That, if it chance the one of us do fail,

SCENE II.- Orleans. Within the town. Enter The other yet may rise against their force.

Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain, and Bed. Agreed ; I'll to yon corner.

others. Bur.

And I to this. Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his

Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, grave.

Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right

Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. of English Henry, shall this night appear

[Retreat sounded, How much in duty I am bound to both.

Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;

And here advance it in the market-place, (The English scale the walls, crying St. George ! The middle centre of this cursed town.

a Talbot! and all enter by the town. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul; Sent. (Within. ] Arm, arm! the enemy doth make For every drop of blood was drawn from him, assault!

There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night. The French leap over the walls in their shirts. What ruin happen'd in revenge of hin,

And, that hercasier ages may behold Enter, several ways, Bastard, Alençon, Reignier, Within their chiefest temple Y'll erect half ready, and half unready.

A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd: Alen. How now, my lords ! what, all unready' so? Upon the which, that every one may read, Best. Unready ? ay, and glad we scap'd so well. Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans ; Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our The treacherous manner of his mournful death, beds,

And what a terror he had been to France. Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.

But, lords, in all our bloody massacre, Alen. or all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, I muse,' we met not with the dauphin's grace ; Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise

His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; More venturous, or desperate, than this.

Nor any of his false confederates. Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Bed.''Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.

began, Alen. Here cometh Charles; Í marvel, how he Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, sped.

They did, amongst the troops of armed men, Enter Charles and La Pucelle.

Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night,)

Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Am sure, I scar'd the dauphin and his trull; Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,

When arm in arm they both came swiftly running, Make us partakers of a little gain,

Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,. That now our loss might be ten times so much? That could not live asunder day or night. Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his After that things are set in order here, friend?

We'll follow them with all the power we have. At all times will you have my power alike? Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail,

Enter a Messenger. Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?

Mess. All hail, my lords! which of this princely Improvident soldiers ! had your watch been good,

train This sudden mischief never could have fallin. Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts

Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default; So much applauded through the realm of France ? That, being captain of the watch to-night,

Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak with Did look no better to that weighty charge.

him? Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, As that whereof I had the government,

With modesty admiring thy renown, We had not been thus shamefully surpris'd. By me entreats, good lord, thou would'st vouchsafe Bast. Mine was secure.

To visit her poor castle where she lies ;4 Reig.

And so was mine, my lord. That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night, Whose glory fills the world with loud report. Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,

Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see, our wars (1) Undressed. (2) Plans, schemes. (3) Wonder. (4) i, e. Where she dwells.

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Play on the late, beholding the towns burn : You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
Wretched shall France be only in my name.

For none would strike a stroke in his revenge
(Thunder heard: afterwards an alarum. Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens ? In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ? O, would I were to die with Salisbury !
Enter a Messenger.

The shame hereof will make me hide my head

{Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot ar Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd forces, &c.

head: The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, - SCENE VI. The same. Enter, on the walls A holy prophetess new risen up,

celle, Charles, Reignier, Alençon, and soldi Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

Puc. Advance our waving colours on the wa

[Salisbury groans. Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd.

Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's daug Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you;

How shall I honour thee for this success?
Pucelle or puzzel,' dolphin or dogfish,

Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,
Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,

That one day bloom'd, and fruiiful were the nel
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.“

France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

Recover'd is the town of Orleans: And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. dare. [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies.

Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout SCENE V.-The same. Before one of the gates. Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,

town? Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbot pursueth the And feast and banquet in the open streets, Dauphin, and driveth him in : then enter Joan To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then

Allen. All France will be replete with mirth enter Talbot.

joy,
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my When they shall hear how we have played them
force?

Char. "Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is w
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; For which, I will divide my crown with her:
A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.

And all the priests and friars in my realm
Enter La Pucelle.

Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.

A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Here, here she comes: _I'll have a bout with thee: Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was:
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:

In wemory of her, when she is dead,
Blood will I draw on thee,” thou art a witch, Her ashes in an urn more precious
And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st. Than the rich-jeweld coffer of Darius,
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace Transported shall be at high festivals,
thee.

(They fight. Before the kings and queens of France.
Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail ? No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage,

But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, Come in; and let us banquet royally,
But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Ex

Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
D'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
Go, go; cheer up thy hunger-starved men;

ACT II.
Help Salisbury to make his testament:
This day is ours, as many more shall be.

SCENE I.-The same.
(Pucelle enters the town, with soldiers.

Enter, to the gates, Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's

French Sergeant, and two Sentinels. wheel;

Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant:
I know not where I am, nor what I do:

If any noise, or soldier, you perceive,
A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, Near to the walls, by some apparent sign,
Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists; Let us have knowledge at the court of guard."
So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, i Sent. Sergeant, you shall. (Exit Serg.] Thus
Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.

are poor servitors
They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs; (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,).
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away, Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.

(A short alarum. Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,

Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, and forces, Or tear the lions out of England's coat;

with scaling-ladders; their driṁs beating & Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead :

dead march.
Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Tal. Lord regent, and redoubted Burgundy,--
Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,

By whose approach, the regions of Artois,
As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.

Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,
[.Alarum. Another skirmish. This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
It will not be: retire into your trenches : Having all day carous'd and banqueted:

Embrace we then this opportunity;
(1) Dirty wench.

As fitting best to quittance their deceit,
(2). The superstition of those times taught, that Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery.
he who could draw a witch's blood was free from
her power.

(3) The same as guard-room.

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