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Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
A third man thinks, without expense at all,
By guileful fair words, peace may be obtain'd.
Awake, awake, English nobility!

Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot :`
Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
Of England's coat one half is cut away.

EXE. Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
These tidings would call forth her flowing tides.

BED. Me they concern; regent I am of France :-Give me my steeled coat! I'll fight for France.— Away with these disgraceful wailing robes! Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, To weep their intermissive miseries.

Enter a second Messenger.

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sworn ;

Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,

Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

Το

BED. I do remember it; and here take my leave, go about my preparation.

[Exit. GLO. I'll to the Tower with all the haste 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 safety there I'll best devise.
WIN. Each hath his place and function to attend :
I am left out; for me nothing remains.

2 MESS. Lords, view these letters, full of bad But long I will not be Jack-Out-of-office;

mischance :

France is revolted from the English quite,
Except some petty towns of no import :

The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims;
The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
The duke of Alençon flieth to his side.

EXE. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?

GLO. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats :--

Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.

The king from Eltham I intend to steal, And sit at chieftest stern of public weal.

[Exit.

Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
For they are certain and unfallible.

CHAR. Go, call her in : [Exit Bastard.] but, first, to try her skill,

Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place: Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern;By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.

[Retires. Re-enter the Bastard of Orleans, with LA PUCELLE.

REIG. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?

Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile

me?—

Where is the Dauphin?-Come, come from behind; [Exit. I know thee well, though never seen before.

SCENE II.-France. Before Orleans. Flourish. Enter CHARLES, with his Forces ; ALENÇON, REIGNIER, and others. CHAR. Mars his true moving, even as in heavens,

So in the earth, to this day is not known:

BED. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forward- Late did he shine upon the English side,

ness?

An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.

Enter a third Messenger.

3 MESS. My gracious lords,-to add to your
laments,

Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse,—
I must inform you of a dismal fight,
Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French.

WIN. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so? 3 MESS. O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown :

The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,
Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,
By three and twenty thousand of the French
Was round encompassed and set upon :
No leisure had he to enrank his men ;
He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges,
They pitched in the ground confusedly,

To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
More than three hours the fight continued;
Where valiant Talbot, above human thought,
Enacted wonders with his sword and lance.
Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he flew :
The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
All the whole army stood agaz'd on him:
His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,
A Talbot a Talbot ! cried out amain,
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
If sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward;
He being in the vaward, (plac'd behind,
With purpose to relieve and follow them,)
Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
Enclosed were they with their enemies :

A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;
Whom all France, with their chief assembled strength,
Durst not presume to look once in the face.

BED. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
For living idly here in pomp and ease,
Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto his dastard foe-men is betray'd.

3 MESS. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford: Most of the rest slaughter'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 saint George's feast withal : Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake. 3 MESS. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd; The English army is grown weak and faint : The earl of Salisbury craveth supply,

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 besiege us one hour in a month.
ALEN. They want their porridge, and their fat
bull-beeves:

Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me :
In private will I talk with thee apart.-
Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
REIG. She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's
daughter,

My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
the. Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd
To shine on my contemptible estate :
Lo! whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
God's mother deigned to appear to me;
And, in a vision full of majesty,
Will'd me to leave my base vocation,
And free my country from calamity.
Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success:
In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
And, whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
That beauty am I bless'd with, which you see.
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
And I will answer unpremeditated:
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,
And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this ;-thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
CHAR. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high

Either they must be dieted like mules,
And have their provender tied to their mouths,
Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
REIG. Let's raise the siege; why live we idly here?
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury,
And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
Nor men, nor money, hath he to make war.
CHAR. Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on

them.

Now for the honour of the forlorn French!Him I forgive my death, that killeth me, When he sees me go back one foot or fly. [Exeunt. Alarums; Excursions; the French are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, REIGNIER, and others.

CHAR. Who ever saw the like? what men have I !— Dogs! cowards! dastards!--I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midst my enemies.

REIG. Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
He fighteth as one weary of his life.
The other lords, like lions wanting food,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

ALEN. Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
During the time Edward the third did reign.
More truly now may this be verified;
For none but Samsons and Goliasses,

It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose
They had such courage and audacity?

CHAR. Let's leave this town; for they are hairbrain'd slaves,

And hunger will enforce them to be more eager :
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege.
REIG. I think, by some odd gimmers or device,
Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on;
Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone.
ALEN. Be it so.

Enter the Bastard of Orleans.

BAST. Where's the prince Dauphin? I have news for him.

CHAR. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. BAST. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd;

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 siege,

And drive the English forth the bounds of France.

terms;

Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,—
In single combat thou shalt buckle with me;
And, if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.

PUC. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd sword,
Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side :
The which, at Touraine, in saint Katherine's church-
yard,

Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
CHAR. Then come, o' God's name, I fear no

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Impatiently I burn with thy desire;

My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd.
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
Let me thy servant, and not sovereign, be;
'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.

Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,
For my profession's sacred from above:
When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
Then will I think upon a recompense.

CHAR. Mean time look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.

REIG. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. ALEN. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her

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Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
Expect saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
Since I have entered into these wars.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,

Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
With Henry's death the English circle ends;
Dispersed are the glories it included.
Now am I like that proud insulting ship,
Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.

CHAR. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
Thou with an eagle art inspired, then.
Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
Nor yet saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee enough?

ALEN. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
REIG. Woman, do what thou canst to save our

honours ;

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Tower Hill.

SCENE III.-London. Enter, at the Gates, the DUKE of GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats.

GLO. I am come to survey the Tower this day; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates, 'tis Gloster that calls. [Servants knock. I WARD. [Within.] Who's there that knocks so imperiously?

I SERV. It is the noble duke of Gloster.

2 WARD. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.

I SERV. Villains, answer you so the lord protector? I WARD. [Within.] The Lo.d protect him! so we answer him:

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SALISBURY and TALBOT, Sir WILLIAM GLANS-
DALE, Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE, and others.
SAL. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!

Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your How wert thou handled being prisoner?

beard;

I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly:
Under my feet I'll stamp thy cardinal's hat;
In spite of pope or dignities of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
WIN. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the

pope.

GLO. Winchester goose! I cry, a rope! a rope! Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.— Out, tawny-coats!-out, scarlet hypocrite!

Here GLOUCESTER'S men beat out the Cardinal's men. In the hurly-burly, enter the Mayor of London and his Officers.

MAY. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,

Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
GLO. Peace, mayor! thou knowest little of my

wrongs:

Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.

WIN. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens;
One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'ercharging your free purses with large fines;
That seeks to overthrow religion,

Because he is protector of the realm;

And would have armour here out of the Tower,
To crown himself king, and to suppress the prince.
GLO. I will not answer thee with words, but
blows.
[Here they skirmish again.
MAY. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous
strife,

But to make open proclamation :Come, officer; as loud as ever thou canst cry. OFF. [Reads.] All manner of men assembled here in arms this day against God's peace and the king's, we charge and command you, in his highness' name, to repair to your several dwelling-places; and not to GLO. Who willed you? or whose will stands but wear, handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger, mine?

We do not otherwise than we are will'd.

There's none protector of the realm but I.-
Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize :
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
GLOUCESTER'S men rush at the Tower gates: and
WOODVILLE, the Lieutenant, speaks within.
WOOD. [Within.] What noise is this? what
traitors have we here?

GLO. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter.
WOOD. [Within.] Have patience, noble duke; I
may not open;

The cardinal of Winchester forbids:

From him I have express commandement,
That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in.

GLO. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore
me?

Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
Thou art no friend to God or to the king:
Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.

I SERV. Open the gates unto the lord protector; Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.

Enter WINCHESTER, with his Serving-men in
tawny coats.

WIN. How now, ambitious Humphrey ! what
means this?

GLO. Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?

WIN. I do, thou most usurping proditor, And not protector of the king or realm.

GLO. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
Thou that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord;

Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin⚫
I'll canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
If thou proceed in this thy insolence.

henceforward, upon pain of death.

GLO. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. WIN. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be

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SCENE IV.-France. Before Orleans. Enter, on the walls, the Master-Gunner and his Son. M. GUN. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd;

And how the English have the suburbs won.
SON. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.

M. GUN. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd by me:

Chief master-gunner am I of this town ;
Something I must do to procure me grace.
The prince's espials have informed me,
How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;
And thence discover how with most advantage
They may vex us with shot or with assault.
To intercept this inconvenience,

A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd;

WIN. Nay, stand thou back; I will not budge a And fully even these three days have I watch'd,

foot;

This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

GLO. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth,
I'll use to carry thee out of this place.

If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch,
For I can stay no longer.

If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
And thou shalt find me at the governor's.

[Exit.

SON. Father, I warrant you; take you no care, I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd?
Discourse, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top.

TAL. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner,
Called the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles ;
For him I was exchang'd and ransomed.
But with a baser man of arms by far,
Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd: and craved death
Rather than I would be so vile-esteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.
But, O, the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart!
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.

SAL. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.

TAL. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts.

In open market-place produc'd they me,
To be a public spectacle to all;
Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scare-crow that affrights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me;
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grisly countenance made others fly;
None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ;
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
That they suppos'd I could rend bars of steel,
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant :
Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
That walk'd about me every minute-while;
And if I did but stir out of my bed,
Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

SAL. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd;
But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.
Now, it is supper-time in Orleans:
Here, through this grate, I count each one,
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;
Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.---
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions,
Where is best place to make our battery next.
GAR. I think, at the north gate; for there stand
lords.

GLAN. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. TAL. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. [Shot from the town.

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Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak ;
How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!_
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,
That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars:
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth
fail,

One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace :
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.-
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands !--
Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.-
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die whiles-

He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me,
As who should say, When I am dead and
gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.-
Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched shall France be only in my name.
[Alarum: thunder and lightning.
What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise?
Enter a Messenger.

MESS. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head!

The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,-
A holy prophetess, new risen up,-
Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
[SALISBURY lifts himself up and groans.
TAL. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth
groan !

It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd.-
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you :-
Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,

Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.—
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen
dare. [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies.

SCENE V.-The same.

Before one of the Gates of Orleans. Alarum. Skirmishings. Enter TALBOT, pursuing the Dauphin; he drives him in, and exit: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them. Then re-enter TALBOT.

TAL. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage, And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. [They fight again. 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 ; Help Salisbury to make his testament : This day is ours, as many more shall be.

[LA PUCELLE enters the town, with Soldiers. 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 she lists:
So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench,
Are from their hives and houses driven away.
They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs;
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.

[A short alarum.

Hark, countrymen ! either renew the fight, Or tear the lions out of England's coat; Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead: TAL. Where is my strength, my valour, and my Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, force? Or horse or oxen from the leopard, As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. [Alarum. Another skirmish. It will not be.-Retire into your trenches: You all consented unto Salisbury's death, For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.

Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;
A woman clad in armour chaseth them!
Here, here she comes:

Enter LA PUCelle.

-I'll have a bout with thee; Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
Blood will I draw on thee,-thou art a witch,-
And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st.
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace
thee.
[They fight.

Flourish. Enter, on the walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES, Reignier, ALENÇON, and Soldiers.

Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls; Rescu'd is Orleans from the English :Thus Joan La Pucelle hath perform'd her word.

CHAR. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's daughter, How shall I honour thee for this success? Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.— France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !— Recover'd is the town of Orleans:

More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
REIG. Why ring not out the bells aloud through-
out the town?

Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
And feast 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 shall hear how we have play'd the men. CHAR. '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 procession sing her endless praise.
A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Than Rhodope's of Memphis', ever was:
In memory of her, when she is dead,
Her ashes, in an urn more precious
Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius,
Transported shall be at high festivals
Before the kings and queens of France.
No longer on St. Denis will we cry,
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
Come in; and let us banquet royally,

In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
[Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt TALBOT and his After this golden day of victory.
Forces, &c.

Flourish. Exeunt.

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Enter to the Gates, a French Sergeant and two Sentinels.

SERG. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant : If any noise or soldier you perceive, Near to the walls, by some apparent sign Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.

I SENT. Sergeant, you shall.-[Exit Sergeant.] Thus are poor servitors

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

Enter TALBOT, Bedford, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with scaling ladders, their drums beating a dead march.

TAL. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,— By whose approach the regions of Artois, Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,— This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, 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 sorcery.

BED. Coward of France!-how much he wrongs his fame,

Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,

To join with witches and the help of hell.

BUR. Traitors have never other company.But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure? TAL. A maid, they say.

BED. A maid and be so martial!! BUR. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long; If underneath the standard of the French, She carry armour, as she hath begun.

TAL. Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:

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

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

And I to this.

TAL. And here will Talbot mount, or make his

grave.

Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right

SCENE I.-Before Orleans.

Of English Henry, shall this night appear How much in duty I am bound to both. [The English scale the walls, crying St. George!

a Talbot! and all enter by the town. SENT. [Within.] Arm, arm! the enemy doth make assault !

The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the Bastard, ORLEANS, ALENÇON, REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready.

ALEN. How now, my lords! what, all unready

so?

BAST. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scaped so well. REIG. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,

Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.

ALEN. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous or desperate than this.

BAST. I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell. REIG. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.

ALEN. Here cometh Charles; I marvel how he sped.

BAST. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.

Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE.

CHAR. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain,

That now our loss might be ten times so much?
Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his

friend?

At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping or waking, must I still prevail,
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?—
Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
This sudden mischief 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.

CHAR. And, for myself, most part of all this night.

I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
Within her quarter and mine own precinct,
About relieving of the sentinels :
Then how or which way should they first break in?

PUC. Question, my lords, no further of the case,
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place
And now there rests no other shift but this,—
To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd,
And lay new platforms to endamage them.
Alarum. Enter an English Soldier crying, a Tal
bot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their clothes
behind.

SOLD. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; For I have loaden me with many spoils, Using no other weapon but his name.

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TAL. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
And here advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre of this cursed town.-
Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night,
And, that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Within their chiefest temple I'll erect

A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans,
The treacherous manner of his mournful death,

But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,

ALEN. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, And what a terror he had been to France. As that whereof I had the government, We had not been thus shamefully surpris'd. BAST. Mine was secure. REIG.

I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,

And so was mine, my lord. Nor any of his false confederates.

BED. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began,

Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
They did, amongst the troops of armed men,
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

BUR. Myself (as far as I could well discern,
For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,)
Am sure I scar'd the Dauphin and his trull,
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,

That could not live asunder day or night.
After that things are set in order here,

We'll follow them with all the power we have.

Enter a Messenger.

TAL. Prisoner ! to whom?
COUNT.
To me, blood-thirsty lord;
And for that cause I train'd thee to my house.
Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
For in my gallery thy picture hangs :
But now the substance shall endure the like;
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
That hast by tyranny, these many years,
Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
TAL. Ha, ha, ha!

COUNT. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall

turn to moan.

TAL. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond,
To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow

MESS. All hail, my lords! Which of this princely Whereon to practise your severity.

train

Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts

So much applauded through the realm of France? TAL. Here is the Talbot; who would speak with him?

MESS. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, With modesty admiring thy renown,

By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
To visit her poor castle where she lies;
That she may boast, she hath beheld the man
Whose glory fills the world with loud report.

BUR. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see, our wars Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,

When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.-
You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.

TAL. Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of

men

Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd :-
And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
And in submission will attend on her.-

Will not your honours bear me company?

BED. No, truly; it is more than manners will :

And I have heard it said, unbidden guests

Are often welcomest when they are gone.

TAL. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,

I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

Come hither, captain. [Whispers.]-You perceive

my mind.

CAPT. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.--Auvergne. Court of the Castle. Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter. COUNT. Porter, remember what I give in charge; And when you have done so, bring the keys to me. PORT. Madam, I will.

[Exit.

COUNT. The plot is laid: if all things fall out
right,

I shall as famous be by this exploit,
As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.
Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
And his achievements of no less account:
Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
To give their censure of these rare reports.

Enter Messenger and TALBOT.

MESS. Madam, according as your ladyship desir'd, By message crav'd, so is lord Talbot come. COUNT. And he is welcome. What! is this the man?

MESS. Madam, it is.

COUNT.

Is this the scourge of France?
Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad,
That with his name the mothers still their babes?
I see report is fabulous and false :

I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
A second Hector, for his grim aspéct,

And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf :

It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp
Should strike such terror to his enemies.

TAL. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
But, since your ladyship is not at leisure,
I'll sort some other time to visit you.
COUNT. What means he now!-Go ask him
whither he goes.

[Going.

MESS. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves To know the cause of your abrupt departure. TAL. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, I go to certify her, Talbot's here.

Re-enter Porter with keys.

COUNT. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.

I am indeed.

COUNT. Why, art not thou the man?
TAL.
COUNT. Then have I substance too.
TAL. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here;
For what you see is but the smallest part
And least proportion of humanity:

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.
COUNT. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;

SCENE IV.-London. The Temple Garden. Enter the EARLS of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and a Lawyer.

PLAN. Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?

Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

SUF. Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.

PLAN. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth,
Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
SUF. Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
And never yet could frame my will to it;
And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.

SOM. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then be

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How say you, madam! are you now persuaded,
That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and
strength,

With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
And in a moment makes them desolate.

COUNT. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited,
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath,
For I am sorry that with reverence

I did not entertain thee as thou art.

TAL. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
The outward composition of his body.
What you have done, hath not offended me:
No other satisfaction do I crave,

But only (with your patience) that we may
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have;
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
COUNT. With all my heart; and think me
honoured

To feast so great a warrior in my house.

[Exeunt.

The truth appears so naked on my side,
That any purblind eye may find it out.

SOM. And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
So clear, so shining, and so evident,

That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. PLAN. Since you are tongue-tied, and so loth to speak,

In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:!
Let him that is a true-born gentleman,

And stands upon the honour of his birth,

If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,

From off this briar pluck a white rose with me.

SOM. Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. WAR. I love no colours; and, without all colour Of base insinuating flattery,

I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.

SUF. I pluck this red rose with young Somerset ;
And say withal, I think he held the right.
VER. Stay, lords and gentlemen; and pluck no
more,

Till you conclude--that he, upon whose side
The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree,
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

SOм. Good master Vernon, it is well objected;
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
PLAN. And I.

VER. Then, for the truth and plainness of the

case,

I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Giving my verdict on the white rose side.

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On any plot of ground in Christendom:
Was not thy father, Richard earl of Cambridge,
For treason executed in our late king's days?
And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
And, till thou be restor'd, thou art a yeoman.

PLAN. My father was attached, not attainted,
Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
For your partaker Poole, and you yourself,
I'll note you in my book of memory,
To scourge you for this apprehension :
Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd.
SOм. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still :
And know us, by these colours, for thy foes;
For these, my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear.
PLAN. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
Will I for ever, and my faction, wear,
Until it wither with me to my grave,
Or flourish to the height of my degree.
SUF. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy am
bition!

And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit.
SOM. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambi-
tious Richard.
[Exit.
PLAN. How I am brav'd, and must perforce en-
dure it!

WAR. This blot, that they object against your
house,

Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament,

Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster :
And if thou be not then created York,

I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
Mean time, in signal of my love to thee,
Against proud Somerset and William Poole,
Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
And here I prophecy, this brawl to-day
Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden,
Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
PLAN. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you,
That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
VER. In your behalf still will I wear the same.
LAW. And so will I.

PLAN. Thanks, gentle sir.
Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say,
This quarrel will drink blood another day.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V.-The same. A Room in the Tower.
Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair by Keepers.
MOR. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
Even like a man new haled from the rack,
Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.-
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment.
Nestor-like, aged in an age of care,
And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. [spent,-
These eyes, -
like lamps whose wasting oil is
Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent:
Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning grief;
And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
That droops his sapless branches to the ground :
Yet are these feet whose strengthless stay is numb,
Unable to support this lump of clay,
Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
As witting I no other comfort have.-
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?

And hath detain'd me all my flow'ring youth
Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
Was cursed instrument of his decease.
PLAN. Discover more at large what cause that

was,

For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.

MOR. I will; if that my fading breath permit,
And death approach not ere my tale be done.
Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
Depos'd his nephew Richard,-Edward's son,
The first-begotten, and the lawful heir
Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
During whose reign, the Percies of the north,
Finding his usurpation most unjust,
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne:
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this,
Was-for that (young king Richard thus remov'd,
Leaving no heir begotten of his body,)
I was the next by birth and parentage;
For by my mother I derived am

From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son
To king Edward the third, whereas he,
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Being but fourth of that heroic line.

But mark; as, in this haughty great attempt,
They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
I lost my liberty, and they their lives.
Long after this, when Henry the fifth,--
Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,—did reign,
From famous Edmund Langley, duke of York,—
Thy father, earl of Cambridge,-then deriv'd
Marrying my sister, that thy mother was,
Again, in pity of my hard distress,
Levied an army; weening to redeem
And have install'd me in the diadem:
But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl,
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the title rested, were suppress'd.

PLAN. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
MOR. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have,

I KEEP. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come : And that my fainting words do warrant death;
We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber;
And answer was return'd, that he will come.

MOR. Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied.--
Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
This loathsome sequestration have I had;
(Before whose glory I was great in arms,)
And even since then hath Richard been obscur'd,
Depriv❜d of honour and inheritance:
But now, the arbitrator of despairs,
Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence :
I would his troubles likewise were expir'd,
That so he might recover what was lost.

Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET.

come.

I KEEP. My lord, your loving nephew now is
[come?
MOR. Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he
PLAN. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us'd,
Your nephew, late-despised Richard, comes.
MOR. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck,
And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.-- [stock,
And now declare, sweet stem from York's great
Why didst thou say of late thou wert despis'd?
PLAN. First, lean thine aged back against mine

arm;

Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
But yet be wary in thy studious care.

PLAN. Thy grave admonishments prevail with

me:

But yet, methinks, my father's execution
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.

MOR. With silence, nephew, be thou politic;
Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
And, like a mountain, not to be remov❜d.
But now thy uncle is removing hence;

As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
With long continuance in a settled place.

PLAN. O, uncle, would some part of my young
years

Might but redeem the passage of your age!
MOR. Thou dost, then, wrong me,

as the

slaught'rer doth,
Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
Only, give order for my funeral;
And so, farewell, and fair be all thy hopes!
And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!

[Dies.
PLAN. And peace, no war, befal thy parting soul!
In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage,
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.-
Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
And what I do imagine, let that rest.---
Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself
Will see his burial better than his life.-

And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
This day, in argument upon a case,
Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me :
Among which terms he us'd his lavish tongue,
And did upbraid me with my father's death;
Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
Else with the like I had requited him:
Therefore, good uncle,-for my father's sake,
In honour of a true Plantagenet,
And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause
My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
MOR. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me, Or make my ill th' advantage of my good.

[Exeunt Keepers, bearing out the body
of MORTIMER.
Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort :-
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house,-
I doubt not, but with honour to redress;
And therefore haste I to the parliament,
Either to be restored to my blood,

[Exit.

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