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Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn : You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
(Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot and his Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd
forces, &c. head: The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, - SCENE VI. The same. Enter, on the walls, PuA holy prophetess new risen up,-.
celle, Charles, Reignier, Alençon, and soldiers. Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls;
(Salisbury groans. Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :Tal. Hear, hcar, how dying Salisbury doth groan! Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd.
Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's daughter, Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to vou ;
How shall I honour thee for this success? Pucelle or puzzel,' dolphin or dogfish,
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
Recover'd is the town of Orleans: And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. dare. [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies.
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the
town? SCENE V.-The same. Before one of the gates. Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, Alarum. Skirmishings: Talbot pursueth the And feast and banquet in the open streets, Dauphin, and driveth him in : then enter Joan To celebrate the joy that God hath giren us. la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and enter Talbot.
joy, Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my When they shall hear how we have played the men. force?
Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won; Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; For which, I will divide my crown with her: A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.
And all the priests and friars in my realm
Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.'
A statelier pyramis to her l'll rear,
In memory of her, when she is dead,
(They fight. Before the kings and queens of France.
Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
Salisbury to make his testament: This day is ours, as many more shall be.
SCENE I.-The same. Enter, to the gates, a [Pucelle enters the toron, with soldiers. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's
French Sergeant, and lwo Sentinels. wheel;
Serg. Şirs, take your places, and be vigilant: I know not where I am, nor what I do:
If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists; Let us have knowledge at the court of guard." So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, 1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. (Exit Serg.) Thus Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.
are poor servitors They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs; (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,). Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
[ A short alarum. Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, and forces, Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
with scaling-ladders; their drums beating a Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead :
dead march. Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Tal. Lord regent,--and redoubted Burgundy, Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,
By whose approach, the regions of Artois, As you ay from your oft-subdued slaves.
Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,(„Alarum. Another skirmish. This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, It will not be :-retire into your trenches :
Having all day carous'd and banqueted:
Embrace we then this opportunity; (1) Dirty wench.
As fitting best to quittance their deceit, The superstition of those times taught, that Contrivà by art, and balesul sorcery. he who could draw a witch's bloud was free from her power.
(3) The same as guard-room.
Bed. Coward of France !-how much he wrongs (I was employ'd in passing to and fro, his fame,
About relieving of the sentinels : Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
Then how, or which way, should they first break in 3 To join with witches, and the help of hell.
Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case, Bur. Traitors have never other company.- How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure ? place Tal. A maid, they say.
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made. Bed.
A maid ? and be so martial ? And now there rests no other shift but this, Buer, Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long: To gather or soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd, I underneath the standard of the French, And lay new platforms to endamage them. She carry armour, as she hath begun.
Alarum. Enler an English Soldier, crying, A Tal. Well, let them practice and converse with
Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their spirits :
clothes behind. God is our fortress; in whose conquering name, Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot ; we will follow thee. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; Tal. Not altogether: better far, I guess,
For I have loaden me with many spoils, That we do make our entrance several ways;
Using no other weapon but his name. (Exit. That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
SCENE II.- Orleans. Within the toron. Enter The other yet may rise against their force.
Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain, and Bed. Agreed ; \'ll to yon corner.
And I to this. Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his
Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. grave. Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right
Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. Of English Henry, shall this night appear
(Retreat sounded. How much in duty I am bound to both.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
And here advance it in the market-place, (The English scale the walls, crying St. George! The middle centre of this cursed town.
a Talbot! and all enter by the town. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul ; Sent. (Within.) Arm, arm! the enemy doth make For every drop of blood was drawn from him, assault!
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night. The French leap over the walls in their shirts. What ruin happen'd in revenge of hin,
And, that hercaster ages may behold Enter, several ways, Bastard, Alençon, Reignier, Within their chiefest temple I'll erect half ready, and half unready.
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd: Alen. How now, my lords! what, all unready' so? Upon the which, that every one may read, Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we scap'd so well. Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans ; Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our The treacherous manner of his mournful death, beds,
And what a terror he had been to France. Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre, Alen. of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, ! muse,' we met not with the dauphin's grace ; Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; More venturous, or desperate, than this.
Nor any of his false confederates. Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Bed." 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
began, Alen. Here cometh Charles ; 1 marvel, how he Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, sped.
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, Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night)
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Am sure, I scar'd the dauphin and his trull; Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running, Make us partakers of a little gain,
Like to a pair of loving turtle doves, That now
our loss might be ten times so much ? That could not live asunder day or night. Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his After that things are set in order here, friend ?
We'll follow them with all the power we have. At all times will you have my power alike? Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail,
Enter a Messenger. Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?- Mess. A!! hail, my lords ! which of this princely Improvident soldiers ! had your watch been good,
train This sudden mischief never could have fall’n. Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default; So much applauded through the realm of France ? That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Tal. Here is the Talbot ; who would speak with Did look no better to that weighty charge.
him? Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, As that whereof I had the government,
With modesty admiring thy renown, We had not been thus shamefully surpris'd. By me entreats, good lord, thou would'st vouchsafe Bast. Mine was secure.
To visit her poor castle where she lies ;* Reig.
And so was mine, my lord. That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night, Whose glory fills the world with loud report. Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see, our wars
(1) Undressed. (2) Plans, schemes. (3) Wonder. (4) i. e. Where she dwello..
Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
And sent our sons and husbands captivate. When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. — Tal. Ha, ha, ha! You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of
turn to moan.
Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, Could not prevail with all their oratory,
To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd :
Whereon to practise your severity.
I am indeed. Will not your honours bear me company?
Count. Then have I substance too.
For what you see, is but the smallest part
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame bere, Come hither, captain. Whispers.) – You perceive It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. Cap. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. Count. This is a riddling merchant for the
(Exeunt. nonce ;*
He will be here, and yet he is not here: SCENE III.- Auvergne. Court of the castle. How can these contrarieties agree? Enter the Countess and her Porter.
Tal. That will I show you presently. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; He winds a horn. Drums heard; then a peal of And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me. ordnance. The gates being forced, enter soldiers. Port. Madam, I will.
(Erit. Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, I shall as famous be by this exploit, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, Great'is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; And his achievements of no less account;
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
And in a moment makes them desolate. To give their censure' of these rare reports.
Count. Victorious Talbot ! pardon my abuse :
I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited ;' Enter Messenger and Talbot.
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Mess. Madam,
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; According as your ladyslip desir'd,
For I am sorry, that with reverence
I did not entertain thee as thou art.
Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue man?
The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
The outward composition of his body.
No other satisfaction do I crave,
But only (with your patience,) that we may
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; I thought, I should have seen some Hercules,
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. A second Hector, for his grim aspéct,
Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Exeunt. Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp,
SCENE IV.-London. The Temple Garden, Should strike such terror to his enemies.
Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:
Warwick; Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, and But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
another Lawyer. I'll sort some other time to visit you.
Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means Count. What means he now?-Go ask him
this silence ? whither he goes ?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Mess. Stay, my lord 'Talbot: for my lady craves Suff. Within the Temple hall we were too loud, To know the cause of your abrupt departure. The garden here is more convenient.
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth; I go to certify her, Talbot's here.
Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error ?
Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law; Re-enter Porter, with keys.
And never yet could frame my will to it; Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Tal. Prisoner! to whom?
Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord ;
between us. And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
pitch; For in my gallery thy picture hangs :
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth But now the substance shall endure the like; Between two blades, which bears the better temperi And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Between two horses, which doth bear him best; That hast by tyranny, these many years,
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye; Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judginent; (1) For opinion. (2) Wrinkled. (5) Announced loudly. (3) Foolisn. (4) For a purpose. (6) á e, Regulate his motions most adroitly.
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole : Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. The truth appears so naked on my side,
War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, That any purblind eye may find it out.
Somerset; Som. And on my side it is so well apparella, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, So clear, so skining, and so evident,
Third son to the third Edward king of England; That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Spring crestless yeomen’ from so deep a root ? Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath to Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, speak,
Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my Let him that is a true-born gentleman,
words And stands upon the honour of his birth,
On any plot of ground in Christendom : If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. For treason executed in our late king's days ?
Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, But dare maintain the party of the truth, Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
War. I love no colours ;' and, without all colour And, till thou be restor'd thou art a yeoman. or base insinuating flattery,
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted; I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ;
Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
I'll note you in my book of memory,
Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still : Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected;? And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; Ir I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Plan. And I.
Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
Until it wither with me to my grave, Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; Or flourish to the height of my degree. Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy amAnd fall on my side so against your will.
bition ! Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,
Som. Have with thee, Poole.–Farewell, ambiAnd keep me on the side where still I am.
[Erit. Som. Well, well, come on: Who else?
Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce enLaw. Unless my study and my books be false,
dure it! The argument you held, was wrong in you; War. This blot, that they object against your
(To Somerset. house, In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament,
Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster:
Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, And, if thou be not then created York, Shall die your white rose in a bloody red.
I will not live to be accounted Warwick. Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit Mean time, in signal of my love to thee, our roses;
Against proud Somerset, and William Poole, For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Will I upon thy party wear this rose: The truth on our side.
And here I prophesy, --This brawl to-day, Som.
No, Plantagenet, Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,. Tis not for fear; but anger,--that thy cheeks, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses; A thousand souls to death and deadly night. And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you, Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Som. Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same. Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his Law. And so will I. truth;
Plan. Thanks, gentle sir. Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. Come, let us four to dinner : I dare say, Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding This quarrel will drink blood another day. (Exe.
roses, That shall maintain what I have said is true,
SCENE V. -The same. A room in the Toreer. Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair by two Plan. Now by this maiden blossom in my hand, Keepers. I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish bov.
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Suff. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him Even like a man new haled from the rack, and thee.
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment": (1) Tints and deceits : a play on the word. (4) The Temple, being a religious house, was a (2) Justly proposed.
sanctuary, (3) i. e, Those who have no right to arms. (5) Excluded. (6) Confederate. (7) Opinion. VOL. 11.
And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death, The first-begotten, and the lawful her
Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
During whose reign, the Percies of the north, These eyes,-like lamps whose wasting oil is Finding his usurpation most unjust, spcnt,
Endeavour'd my advancement to the throne: Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent:?
The reason mov'd these warlike lords to this, Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning grief; Was—for that (young king Richard thus remor'd, And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine, Leaving no heir begotten of his body,) That droops his sapless branches to the ground. -. I was the next by birth and parentage ; Yet are these feet-whose strengthless stay is For by my mother I derived am *numb,
From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son Unable to support this lump of clay,
To king Edward the Third ; whereas he, Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, As witting I no other comfort have.
Being but fourth of that heroic line. But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come ? But mark; as, in this haughtyø great attempt,
1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: They laboured to plant the rightful heir, We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; I lost my liberty, and they their lives. And answer was return'd, that he will come. Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
Mur. Enough; my soul shall then be satisfied.- Succeeding his father Bolingbroke,--did reign,
Again, in pity of my hard distress,
And have installid me in the diadem:
But, as the rest, so fell that noble carl, Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence : In whom the title rested, were suppress'd. I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd, Plan. Of which, my lord, your honour is the last. That so he might recover what was lost.
Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have; Enter Richard Plantagenet.
And that my fainting words do warrant death:
Thou art my heir; the rest, I wish thee gather: 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now is But yet be wary in thy studious care.
Plan. Thy grave admonishments prevail with me: Mor. Richard Plantagenet, my friend ? Is he But yet, methinks, my father's execution come ?
Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
Mor. Direct mine arms, I may embrace his neck, And, like a mountain, not to be remord.
But now thy uncle is removing hence; 0, tell me, when my lips do touch his cheeks, As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
With long continuance in a settled place. And now declare, sweet stem from York's great Plan, Ö, uncle, 'would some part of my young stock,
years Why didst thou say—of late thou wert despis'd ? Might but redeem the passage of your age ! Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine Mor. Thou dost then wrong me; as the slaugharm ;
t'rer doth, And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease." Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. This day, in argument upon a case,
Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me: Only, give order for my funeral; Amor,g which terms he used his lavish tongue, And so farewell; and sair be all thy hopes ! And did upbraid me with my father's death; And prosperous be thy life, in peace, and war! Which obloquv set bars before my tongue,
[Dies. Else with the like I had requited him :
Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul! Therefore, good uncle,-for my father's sake, In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage, In honour of a true Plantagenet,
And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause Well, I will lock his counsel in breast; My father, earl of Cambridge, lost his head. And what I do imagine, let that rest.
Mor. That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me, Keepers, convey him hence; and I myself And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth, Will see his burial better than his life. Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
(Exeunt Keepers, bearing out Mortimer. Was cursed instrument of his decease.
Herc dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, Plan. Discover more at large what cause that Chok'd with ambition of the meaner sort :was;
And, for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, For I am ignorant, and cannot guess.
Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house, Mor. I will; if that my fading breath permit, I doubt not, but with honour to redress : And death approach not ere my tale be done. And therefore haste I to the parliament ; Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king, Either to be restored to my blood, Depos'd his nephew Richard ; Edward's son, Or make my illo the advantage of my good. (Ezil.
(1) The heralds that, forc-running death, pro- (4) Lately-despised. (5) Uneasiness, discontent. claim its approach.
(6) High. (7) Thinking. (2) End.
(8) Lucky, prosperous. (B) i e. He who terminates or concludes misery. (9) My ill, is my ill usage.