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Whom all France, with herchiefassembled strength,
Bed. Is Talbot flain? then I will flay myself,
3 Mel. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford: Most of the rest Naughter'd, or took, likewise.
Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay : I'll hale the dauphin headlong from his throne; His crown shall be the ransom of my friend ; Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.Farewell, my masters; to my task will I; Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, To keep our great faint George's feast withal: Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, Whofe bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
3 Mel. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd; The English army is grown weak and faint : The earl of Salisbury craveth supply ; And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, Since they, fo few, watch such a multitude.
Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry Either to quell the dauphin utterly, [fworn; Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave, To go about my preparation.
[Exit. Glo. I'll to the Tower with all the halte I can, To view the artillery and munition ; And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
[Exit. Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, Being ordain’d his special governor ;
And for his fafety there I'll best devise. [Exit.
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 send, And fit at chiefest stern of public weal. [Exit.
SCENE II. Before Orleans in France. Enter CHARLES, Alençon, and REIGNIER, marching
with a 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 thine upon the English fide; 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 befege us one hour in a montli. Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat
bull-beeves : Either they must be dieted, like mules, And have their provender ty'd to their mouths, Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
Reig. Let's raise the fiege; Why live we idly here!
When he fees me go back on foot, or fly. [Exeunt. [Here Alurum, they are beaten back by the English,
with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALINÇON, and REIGNIER.
Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have IIDogs! cowards! dastards!-I would ne'er lave fled, But that they left me ʼmidst my enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a defperate homicide ;
Alen. Troward, a countryman of o'ır», records,
brain'd flaves, And hunger will enforçe them to be more eager : Of old I know them; rather with their tech The walls they'll tear down, than foriake the fiege.
Reig. I think, by fome odd gimmais cor device, Their arms are fet, like clocks, fill 10 strike on; Else they could ne'er hold out so, as they do. By my confent, we'll c’en let them alone. Mlen. Be it fo.
Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Baf. Where's the prince Dauphin: I have news,
Dau. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Baft. Methinks, your looks are fad, 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 fiege, And drive the English forth the bounds of France. The spirit of deep prophecy the hath, Exceeding the nine fibyls of old Rome; What's past, and what's to come the can descry. Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words, For they are certain and infallible.
Dau. Gó, call her in : Lüt firit, to try her skill, Reignier, stand thou as dauphin in my place : Queition her proudly, let thy looks be ftern ;--By this means shall we found what skill The hath.
Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE.
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dafh.
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 :
sword, Deck'd with fine fleur-de-luces on each side ; The which, at Touraine in saint Katharine's churchi
yard, Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth.
Dau. Then come o'God's name, I fear nowoman. Pucel. And, while I live, I'll never fly no man. [Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCelle overcomės, Dau. Stay, itay thy hands; thou art an Amazon,