This day is ours, as many more shall be.

[Exit PUCELLE. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's

wheel;

I know not where I am, nor what I do:

A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
Drives back our troops, and conquers as fhe lifts:
So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench,
Are from their hives, and houfes driven away.
They call'd us for our fiercenefs, English dogs;
Now, like their whelps, we crying run away.
[A fhort Alarum.

Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
Renounce your foil, give fheep in lions' ftead:
Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf,
Or horfe, or oxen, from the leopard,

As you fly from your oft-fubdued flaves.

[Alarum. Here another Skirmish.
It will not be :-) Retire into your trenches:
You all confented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would ftrike a ftroke in his revenge..
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

In fpight of us, or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!

The fhame hereof will make me hide my head.

[Exit TALBOT.

[Alarum, retreat, flourish.

SCENE VI.

Enter, on the Walls, PUCELLE, Dauphin, Reignier, ALENÇON, and Soldiers.

Pucel. Advance our waving colours on the walls;

Refcu'd

Aa 1. Refcu'd is Orleans from the English wolves:Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.

Dau. Divineft creature, bright Aftræa's daughHow fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs? [ter, Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,

That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.—
France, triumph in thy glorious prophetefs!-
Recover'd is the town of Orleans:

More bleffed hap did ne'er befall our state.
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout

the town?

Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
And feaft and banquet in the open streets,
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and

joy,

When they fhall hear how we have play'd the men.
Dau. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
For which, I will divide my crown with her :
And all the priests and friars in my realm
Shall, in my proceffion, fing her endless praise.
A ftatelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Than Rhodope's, or Memphis' ever was:
In memory of her, when he is dead,
Her afhes, in an urn more precious
Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius,
Tranfported fhall be at high feftivals
Before the kings and queens of France.
No longer on St Dennis will we cry,
But Joan la Pucelle fhall be France's faint.
Come in; and let us banquet royally,
After this golden day of victory.

[Flourish. Exeunt,

ACT

ter

ACT II

SCENE 1. Before Orleans.

Enter a French Serjeant with two Centinels.
Serjeant.

SIRS, take your places, and be vigilant :
If any noife, or foldier, you perceive,
Near to the walls, by fome apparent fign,
Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
Cent. Serjeant, you fhall. [Exit Serjeant.] Thus
are poor fervitors

(When others fleep upon their quiet beds) Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.

Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, and BURGUNDY, with fea-
ling Ladders. Their Drums beating a dead March.
Tal. Lord regent-and redoubted Burgundy-
By whofe approach, the regions of Artois,
Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us-
This happy night the Frenchmen are fecure,
Having all day carous'd and banqueted:
Embrace we then this opportunity;
As fitting best to quittance their deceit,
Contriv'd by art, and baleful forcery.

Bed. Coward of France!-how much he wrongs Defpairing of his own arm's fortitude,

[his fame, To join with witches, and the help of hell.

Bur. Traitors have never other company.But what's that Pucelle, whom they term fo pure?

Tal

Tal. A maid they say.

Bed. A maid! and be fo martial!

Bur. Pray God, fhe prove not mafculine ere long; If underneath the standard of the French, She carry armour, as fhe hath begun.

Tal. Well, let them practife and converfe with fpirits:

God is our fortrefs; in whofe conquering name, Let us refolve to fcale their flinty bulwarks.

Bed. Afcend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess, That we do make our entrance feveral ways; That, if it chance the one of us do fail, The other yet may rise against their force. Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner.

Bur. And I to this.

Tal. And here will Talbot mount or make his

grave.

Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right
Of English Henry, fhall this night appear
How much in duty I am bound to both.

[The English, fealing the Walls, cry, St George!
A Talbot!

Cent. [Within.] Arm, arm the enemy doth make affault!

The French leap over the Walls in their Shirts. Enter feveral Ways, BASTARD, ALENÇON, REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready.

Alen. How now, my lords? what, all unready fo? Baft. Unready? ay, and glad we fcap'd fo well, Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake, and leave our beds,

Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.

Alen. Of all exploits, fince firft I follow'd arms,

Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize
More venturous, or defperate, than this.

Baft. I think, this Talbot is a fiend of hell. Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, fure, favour him. Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, how he sped.

Enter CHARLES, and PUCELLE.

Baft. Tut! holy Joan was his defenfive guard. Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Didst thou at firft, to flatter us withal,

Make us partakers of a little gain,

That now our lofs fhould be ten times fo much? Pucel. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?

At all times will you have my power alike!
Sleeping, or waking, muft I still prevail;
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?—
Improvident foldiers! had your watch been good,
This fudden mifchief never could have fall'n.
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default;
That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Alen. Had all your quarters been as fafely kept,
As that whereof I had the government,
We had not been thus fhamefully furpris'd.
Baft. Mine was fecure.

Reig. And fo was mine, my lord.

Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night, Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, I was employ'd in paffing to and fro, About relieving of the centinels:

Then how, or which way, fhould they first break in? Pucel. Queftion, my lords, no further of the cafe,

How,