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The shame hereof will make me hide my head. Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, (Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt TALBOT and To join with witches, and the help of hell. his Forces, &c.
Bur. Traitors have never other company.
But what's that Pucelle, whom they term 60 SCENE VI.-The same.
pure ? Enter on the Walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES,
Tal. A maid, they say. REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and Soldiers.
Bed. A maid! and be so martial! Puc. Advance our waving colours on the Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere walls;
long : Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves:- If underneath the standard of the Frencb, Thus Joan la Pacelle hath perform'd her word. She carry armour, as she hath begun. Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's Tal. Well, let them practise and converse daughter,
with spirits : How shall I honour thee for this success! God is our fortress; in whose conquering name, Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwark. That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow next
thee. France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess - Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess, Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
That we do make our entrance several ways; More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. That, if it chance the one of us do fail, Reig. Why ring not out the bells through. The other yet may rise against their force. out the town?
[fires, Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner. Dauphin, command the citizens make bon- Bur. And I to this. And feast and banquet in the open streets,
Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
his grave.Alen. All France will be replete with mirth Now, Salisbury! for thee and for the right and joy.
[men. or English Henry, shall this night appear When they shall hear how we have play'd the How much in duty I am bound to both. Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day [The English scale the Walls,crying St. George! is won;
a Talbot! and all enter by the Town. For which, I will divide my crown with her:
Sent. (Within,] arm, arm! the enemy doth And all the priests and friars in my realm
make assault ! Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise. A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
The French leap over the Walls in their Shirts, Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was; Enter several ways, BASTARD, ALENÇON, In memory of her, when she is dead,
REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready. Her ashes, in an urn more precious
Alen. How now, my lords? what, all un. Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius,
ready* so? Transported shall be at high festivals
Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so Before the kings and queens of France.
well. No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave
our beds, Come in; and let us banquet royally,
Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Exeunt.
Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize [arms,
More venturous, or desperate than this.
Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
Reig. If not of hell, the heaven's, sure, fa. Exler to the Gates, a French SERGEANT, and
vour him. troo SENTINELS.
Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, bow Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant:
he sped. If any noise, or soldier, you perceive,
Enter CHARLES, and LA POCELLE.
Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive 1. Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit SER- guard. GEANT. [Thus are poor servitors
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful
dame ? (When others sleep upon their quiet beds, Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, cold.
Make us partakers of a little gain,
That now our loss might be ten times so much? Enter Talbot, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and
Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with Forces, with Scaling Ladders; their Drums
his friend ? beating a dead march.
At all times will you have my power alike? Tal. Lord regent, and redoubted Burgun- Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail, dy,
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me ?-By whose approach, the regions of Artois, Improvident soldiers ! had your watch been Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,
good, This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, This sudden mischief never could have fallin. Having all day carous'd and banquetted: Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your de. Embrace we then this opportunity ;
fault; As fitting best to quittance their deceit, That being captain of the watch to-night, Contrivd by art, and baleful sorcery.
Did look no better to that weighty charge. Bed. Coward of France !-how much he Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely wrongs bis fame,
As that whereof I had the government, (kept
We had not been thus shamefully surpriz'd. Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak Bast. Mine was secure.
with him? Reig. And so was mine, my lord.
Mes. The virtuous lady, countess of AuChar. And, for myself, most part of all this with modesty admiring the renown, [vergne, night,
By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchWithin her quarter, and mine own precinct,
safe I was employ'd in passing to and fro, To visit her poor castle where she lies;** About relieving of the sentinels :
That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Then how, or which way, should they first Whose glory fills the world with loud report. break in?
Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see, our wars Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the Will turn into a peaceful comic sport, case,
[place When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found som You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. But weakly guarded, where the breach was Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world made.
of men And now there rests no other shift but this, - Could not prevail with all their oratory, To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled: And lay new platforms* to endamage them. And therefore tell her, I return great thanks;
And in submission will attend on her. Alarum. Enter an English SOLDIER, crying, Will not your honours bear me company?
a Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will: Clothes behind.
And I have heard it said, -Unbidden guests Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have Are often welcomest when they are gone. left.
Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no reme: The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. (dy, For I have loaden me with many spoils,
Come hither, caprain. ( Whispers. ]-You perUsing no other weapon but his name. [Exit. ceive my mind.
Capt. Ido, my lord; and mean accordingly. SCENE II.- Orleans.-Within the Town.
Exeunt. Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BUROUNDY, a Cap
SCENE III.- Auvergne. Court of the Castleand others.
Enter the Countess and her PORTER. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Count. Porter, remember what I gave in Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
(to me. Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. And when you have done so, bring the keys [Retreat sounded. Port. Madam, I will.
[Erit. Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out And here advance it in the market-place,
I shall as famous be by this exploit, (right, The middle centre of this cursed town.- As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, For every drop of blood was drawn from him, And his achievements of no less account: There hath at least five Frenchmen died to Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine And, that hereafter ages may behold (night. ears, What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
To give their censuret of these rare reports. Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
Enter MESSENGER and TALBOT.
Count. And he is welcome. What! is this But, Lords, in all our bloody massacre,
the man? I muse,i wemet not with the Dauphin's grace;
Mess. Madam, it is.
Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, Bed.' 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the Thai with his name the mothers still their babes ? figbt began,
I see, report is fabulous and false: Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, I thought, I should have seen some Hercules, They did, amongst the troops of armed men,
A second Hector, for his grim aspect, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
Bur. Myself, as far as I could well discern, Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night,) It cannot be, this weak and writhledt shrimp Am sure, I scar'd the Dauphin, and his trull; Should strike such terror to his enemies. When arm in arm they both came swiftly run- Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves, (ning, you: That could not live asunder day or night. But, since your ladyship is not at leisure, After that things are set in order here,
I'lı sort some other time to visit you, We'll follow them with all the power we have.
Count. What means he now ?-Go ask him, Enter a MESSENGER.
whither he goes.
Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady Mess. All bail, my lords ! wbich of this princely train
To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, So much applauded through the realm of I go to certify her, Talbot's here. France?
11. Where she dwells. # For opinion * Plans, schemes,
Re-enter PORTER, with Keys.
Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the . Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error ?
truth: Tal. Prisoner! to whom ? Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord:
Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law; And for that cause I train'd thee to my house.
And never yet could frame my will to it; Long time thy shadow bath been thrall to me,
And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then
between us. But now the substance shall endure the like; And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
War. Between two hawks, which flies the That hast by tyranny, these many years,
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper Wasted our country, slain our citizens, And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
Between two blades, which bears the better
temper, Tal. Ha, ha, ha!
[best, ** Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth Between two horses, which doth bear him shall turn to moan.
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,
(ment: Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, * To think that you have aught but Talbot's sha- I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgeWhereon to practise your severity.
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
[dow, Count. Why, art not thou the man?
Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Tal. I am indeed.
Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearCount. Then have 1 substance too. Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
The truth appears so naked on my side, You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here ;
That any purblind eye may find it out. For what you see, is but the smallest part
Som. And on my side it is so well apparellid, And least proportion of humanity;
So clear, so shining, and so evident, I tell you madam, were the whole frame bere, That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
loath to speak, Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. Count. This is a riddling merchant for the Let him, that is a true-born gentleman,
In dumb siguificants proclaim your thoughts: ponce;t
And stands upon the honour of his birth, He will be here, and yet he is not here:
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, How can these contrarieties agree?
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. Tal. That will I show you presently.
Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatHe winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a peal terer,
of Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter But dare maintain the party of the truth, Soldiers.
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
War. I love no colours;t and, without all That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
Of base insinuating flattery,
[colour These are his substance, sinews, arms, and I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. strength,
Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young SoWith which he yoketh your rebellious necks;
merset; Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
And say withal, I think he held the right. And in a moment makes them desolate.
Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen: and pluck Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
no more, I find, thou art no less than fame bath bruited,t Till you conclude-that he, upon whose side And more than may be gather'd by thy shape, The fewest roses are cropped from the tree, Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
Shall yield the other in the right opinion. For I am sorry, that with reverence
Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objectI did not entertain thee as thou art. (strue if I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. (edit Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; normiscon
Plan. And I. The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the The outward composition of his body.
case, What you bave done, hath not offended me;
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, No other satisfaction do I crave.
Giving my verdict on the white rose side. But only (with your patience,) that we may
Som. Prick not your fingeras you pluck itoff; Taste of your wine, and see what cates you Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, have;
And fall on my side so against your will. For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
Ver. If I my lord, for my opinion bleed, Count. With all my heart and think me Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, honoured
And keep me on the side where still I am. To feast so great a warrior in my house.
Som. Well, well, come on; Who else? [Exeunt.
Law. Unless my study and my books be false,
The argument you held, was wrong in you; SCENE IV. London.- The Temple garden.
[ To SOMERSET Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VER.
Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argu NOx, and another LAWYER.
ment? Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, wbat
Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, means this silence ?
Shall die your white rose in a bloody red. Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit Suff. Within the temple hall we were too
our roses ; The garden here is more convenient. [loud;
I. e. Regulate his motions mosi adroitly. * Foolish.
For a parpole.
Tints and deceits, a play on the word. 1 Pronourced loudly.
Justly proposed. VOL. II.
For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, The truth on our side.
Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster: Som. No, Plantagenet,
And, if thou be not then created York, "Tis not for fear; but anger,-that thy cheeks I will not live to be accounted Warwick. Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses; Meantime, in signal of my love to thee, And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Against proud Somerset, and William Poole,
Plan. Háth not thy rose a canker, Somerset? Will I upon thy party wear this rose : Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Planta- And here I prophesy.--This brawl to-day, genet ?
Grown to this faction, in the Temple garden, Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain Shall send, between the red rose and the his truth;
[hood. white, Whiles thy consuming canker eats his false- A thousand souls to death and deadly night. Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to bleeding roses,
you, That shall maintain what I have said is true, That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
Law. And so will I.
This quarrel will drink blood another day. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both
[Exeun!. him and thee. Suf'. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. SCENEV. The same.- A Room in the Tower. Som. Away, away, good William De-laPoole!
Enter MORTIMER, brought in a Chair by treo We grace the yeoman, by conversing with
Keepers. War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying him, Somerset ;
age, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. Third son to the third Edward king of Eng. Even like a man new haled from the rack,
land; Spring crestless yeoman* from so deepa root? And these grey locks, the pursuivants of
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege,t
death, Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
Nestor-like aged, in an age of care, Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
These eyes-like lamps whose wasting oil is On any plot of ground in Christendom :
spent, Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cam- Was dim, as drawing to their exigent: bridge,
Weak shoulders, overborne with burd’ning For treason executed in our late king's days? And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted; And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
grief; Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? That' droops his sapless branches to the His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
ground: And, till thou be restor’d, thou art a yeoman. Yet are these feet—whose strengthless stay is
[numb, Plan. My father was attached, not attainted, Unable to support this lump of clay,Condemn d to die for treason, but no traitor: Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, And that I'll prove on better men than Somer. As witting I no other comfort have.set,
But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will For your partakerý Poole, and you yourself, I'll note you in my book of memory,
We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; To scourge you for this apprehension ://
And answer was return'd that he will come. Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd. Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee
Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satis
fied. still : And know us, by these colours, for thy foes;. Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall (Before whose glory I was great in arms,)
This loathsome sequestration have I had; Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry And even since then hath Richard been obrose,
Deprived of honour and inheritance: [scurid. As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
But now, the arbitrator of despairs,
Just death, kind umpiref of men's miseries, Or flourish to the height of my degree.
With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me
hence ; Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy I would, his troubles likewise were expir’d,
ambition ! And so farewell, until I meet thee next. (Ezil.
That so he might recover what was lost. Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell,
Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET. ambitious Richard.
[Erit. Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce
1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now
is come. endure it! War. This blot, that they object against
Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend? Is he
come? your house, * I e. Those who have no right to arins.
* The heralds ebal, fore running death, proclaim ils # The temple, being a religious house, was a sanctuary' approach.
| End. * Excluded. $ Crafcderate, ! Opinion. 1.t. lle who terminates or concludes aisers.
Plan. Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly us’d, But yet, methinks, my father's execution
Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
With long continuance in a settled place. Why didst thou say—of late thou wert despis’a ? Plan. 0, uncle, 'would some part of my Plan. First, lean thine aged back against young years mine arm;
Might but redeem the passage of your age! And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease. Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the This day, in argument upon a case, (me : slaught'rer doth, Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. Among which terms he used his lavish tongue, Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good ; And did upbraid me with my father's death; Only, give order for my funeral ; Which obliquy set bars before my tongue, And so farewell;* and fair be all thy hopes! Else with the like I had requited him : And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! Therefore, good uncle,-for my father's sake,
[ Dies. In honour of a true Plantagenet,
Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, (soul! My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that im- Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast ; prison'd me,
And what I do imagine, let that rest.And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth, Keepers, convey him bence; and I myself Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine, Will see his burial better than his life. Was cursed instrument of his decease. (Ereunt KEEPERS, bearing out Mortimer. Plan. Discover more at large what cause Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, that was;
Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort : For I am ignorant, and cannot guess. And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, And death approach not ere my tale be done. I doubt not, but with honour to redress : Henry the fourth, grandfather to this king, And therefore haste I to the parliament ; Depos'd his nephew Richard ; Edward's son, Either to be restored to my blood,
The first-begotten, and the lawful beir Or make my illt the advantage of my good. Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
(Eril. During whose reign, the Percies of the north, Finding his usurpation most unjust,
ACT III. Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne : The reason mor’d these warlike lords to this, SCENE 1.- The same.- The Parliament-house. Was-for that (young king Richard thus re- Flourish. Enter King HENRY, EXETER, GLOSmov'd,
TER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK ; Leaving no heir begotten of his body,) the bishop of WINCHESTER, RICHARD PlanI was the next by birth and parentage ; TAGENET, and others. GLOSTER offers to put For by my mother I derived am
up a Bill ;I WINCHESTER snatches it, and From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son
tears it. To king Edward the third, whereas he
Win. Com'st thou 'with deep premeditated From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, lines, Being but fourth of that heroic line.
With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, But mark; as, in this haughtyt great attempt, Humphrey of Gloster ! if thou canst accuse They laboured to plant the rightful heir, Or ought intend'st to lay unto my charge, I lost my liberty, and they their lives. Do it without invention suddenly; Long after this, when Henry the fifth, As I with sudden and extemporal speech Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,-did reign, Purpose to answer what thou canst object. Thy father, earl of Cambridge,-then deriv'd Glo. Presumptuous priest ! this place comFrom famous Edmund Langley, duke of mands my patience,
Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, Think not, although in writing I preferr'd Again, in pity of my hard distress,
The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, Levied an army; weeningý to redeem, That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able And have install'd me in the diadem : Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen : But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl, No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedAnd was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
ness, In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the As very infants prattle of thy pride. last.
Thou art a most pernicious usurer ; Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue Froward by nature, enemy to peace; have;
Lascivions, wanton, more than well beseems And that my fainting words do warrant death: A man of thy profession, and degrec; Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather: And for thy treachery, What's more manifest? But yet be wary in thy studious care. In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life, Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with As well at London bridge, as at the Tower ? me :
Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, Lately despised. Uneasiness, discontent. • Lucky, prosperous. # My ill, is my ill usage, * High Thinking.
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