None do you like but an effeminate prince,
Whom, like a schoolboy, you may over-awe.
WIN. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art pro-
tector,

And lookest to command the prince and realm.
Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
More than God, or religious churchmen may.

GLO. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh,

And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Except it be to pray against thy foes.

BED. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in peace!

Let's to the altar :-heralds, wait on us:-
Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms,
Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.-
Posterity, await for wretched years,

When at their mothers' moist eyes, babes shall suck;

Our isle be made a marish of salt tears,
And none but women left to wail the dead.-
Henry the fifth! thy ghost I invocate;
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils!
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
A far more glorious star thy soul will make,
Than Julius Cæsar, or bright

Enter a Messenger.

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all!

MESS. My honourable lords, health to
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:
Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans,
Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
BED. What say'st thou, man!" before dead
Henry's corse

Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death.
GLO. Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
If Henry were recall'd to life again, ghost.
These news would cause him once more yield the
EXE. How were they lost? what treachery was
us'd?

[money.

MESS. No treachery; but want of men and Among the soldiers this is muttered,― That here you maintain several factions; And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, You are disputing of your generals. One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost; Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;

a Moist-] The reading of the second folio: the first has moisten'd.

b Marish-] The first folio reads Nourish, an evident misprint, but one not lacking defenders. Our reading is Pope's, which Ritson has very well supported by a line from Kyd's "Spanish Tragedy: "

"Made mountains marsh with spring-tides of my tears."

2 MESS. Lords, view these letters, full of bad 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.
BED. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my for-
wardness?

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? [thrown:

3 MESS. O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erThe 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,a (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 be-
sieg'd;

The English army is grown weak and faint :
The earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,

CHAR. Mars his true moving, even as in the
heavens,

So in the earth, to this day is not known:
Late did he shine upon the English side,
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:

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!

The forlorn French!] The sense of forlorn in this place, does not appear to have been understood, and Mr. Collier's annotator proposes to read forborne, instead. But the old word, meaning fore-lost, needs no change; the Dauphin apostrophises the honour of those French who had previously fallen.

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
They had such courage and audacity?
CHAR. Let's leave this town; for they are
hair-brain'd slaves,

suppose

I know thee well, though never seen before.
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.
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

c

terms;

b

amazon,

And fightest with the sword of Deborah.

Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak. [help me : CHAR. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must 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 pros-
trate thrall.

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

Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. REIG. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean? [do know : ALEN. He may mean more than we poor men These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues. [you on? REIG. My lord, where are you? what devise Shall we give over Orleans, or no? Puc. Why, no, I distrustful recreants! say, Fight till the last gasp, I will be your guard. CHAR. What she says, I'll confirm ; we 'll fight

a Saint Martin's summer,-] "That is, expect prosperity after misfortune, like fair weather at Martlemas, after winter has begun."-JOHNSON.

b Conveyance.] Deception, fraudulence,-perhaps connivance. e 'Tis Gloster that calls.] See note (b), p. 293.

CHAR. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? (5) 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 [honours; REIG. Woman, do what thou canst to save our Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz❜d. CHAR. Presently we'll try :-come, let's away about it;

siege.

1 WARD. [Within.] Who's there that knocks so imperiously?

1 SERV. It is the noble duke of Gloster. 2 WARD. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in. [tector? 1 SERV. Villains, answer you so the lord pro1 WARD. [Within.] The Lord protect him! so we answer him: We do not otherwise than we are will'd. GLO. Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?

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.

d Break up the gates,-] To break up, meant to break open.

e Commandement,-] Commandement, here, as in "The Mer chant of Venice," Act IV. Sc. 1

"Be valued 'gainst your wife's commandement. ' must be pronounced as a quadrisyllable.

(*) Old copies, Umpheir, and Umpire.

a Tawny coats.] A tawny coat was the dress worn by persons employed in the ecclesiastical courts, and by the retainers of a church dignitary. Thus, in Stow's Chronicle, p. 822 :-"- and by the way the bishop of London met him, attended on by a goodly company of gentlemen in tawny-coats."

b Peel'd priest,-] In allusion to his shaven crown.

c Canvas-] That is, toss, as in a blanket. Thus, in "The

I'll use to carry thee out of this place.

Second Part of Henry IV." Act II. Sc. 4, when Falstaff says:"I will toss the rogue in a blanket," Doll Tearsheet rejoins, "if thou dost, I'll canvas thee between a pair of sheets."

d Damascus,-] Damascus was anciently believed to be the spot where Cain killed his brother:-" Damascus is as moche to saye as shedynge of blood. For there Chaym slowe Abell, and hidde hym in the sonde."-Polychronicon, fol. xii. quoted by

Ritson.