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Whom all France, with herchiefassembled strength,
Durst not presume to look once in the face.

Bed. Is Talbot flain? then I will flay myself,
For living idly here, in pomp and ease,
Whilft such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto his daftard foe-men is betray’d.

3 Mel. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford: Most of the rest Naughter'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 faint George's feast withal : Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, Whofe bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.

3 Mef. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd; The English army is grown weak and faint : The earl of Salisbury craveth supply ; And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, Since they, fo few, watch such a multitude.

Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry Either to quell the dauphin utterly, [sworn; Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

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

[Exit. Glo. I'll to the Tower with all the halte 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 fafety there I'll best devise. [Exit.

Win. Each hath his place and function to attend; I am left out; for me nothing remains. But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office; The king from Eltham I intend to send, And fit at chiefelt stern of public weal. [Exit.

SCENE II. Before Orleans in France. Enter CHARLES, Alexcon, and REIGNIER, marching

with a Drum and Soldiers. Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the

heavens, So in the earth, to this day is not known: Late did he thine upon the English fide ; 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 befege us one hour in a montli. Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat

bull-beeves : Either they must be dieted, like mules, And have their provender ty'd to their mouths, Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.

Reig. Let's raise the fiege; 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

Now for the honour of the forlorn French :
Him I forgive my death, that killeth me,
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When he fees me go back on foot, or fly. [Exeunt. [Here Alurum, they are beaten back by the English,

with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALTNÇON, and REIGNIER.

Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have IIDogs! cowards! dastards!-I would ne'er lave fled, But that they left me ʼmidst my enemies.

Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
Hc fighteth as one weary of his life.
The other lords, like lions wanting food,
Do ruth upon us as their hunger prey.

Alen. Troward, a countryman of o'ır», records,
England all Olivers and Rowland's brec,
During the time Edvard the third did reign.
More truly now inay this be verified ;
For none but Samplons, and Golialfes,
It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
Lean raw.bon'd ratcal! who would e'er suppose
They had such courage and audacity?
Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hair-

brain'd flaves, And hunger will enforçe them to be more eager : Of old I know them; rather with their tech The walls they'll tear down, than forinke the fiege.

Reig. I think, by fome odd gimmais cor device, Their arms are fet, like clocks, fill 10 strike on; Else they could ne'er hold out so, as they do. By my confent, we'll c’en let them alone. Mlen. Be it fo.

Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Baf. Where's the prince Dauphin: I have news

for him.


Dau. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Baft. Methinks, your looks are fad, your cheer

appallid; 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 fiege, And drive the English forth the bounds of France. The spirit of deep prophecy the hath, Exceeding the nine fibyls of old Rome; What's past, and what's to come the can descry. Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words, For they are certain and infallible.

Dau. Gó, call her in : Lüt firit, to try her skill, Reignier, stand thou as dauphin in my place :

, Queition her proudly, let thy looks be ftern ;--By this means shall we found what skill The hath.

Reig. Fair maid, is’t thou wilt do these wond-

rous feats?
Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to be

guile me?
Where is the dauphin?-come, come from behind;
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 gpart ;-
Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.

Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dafh.
Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a thepherd's

daughter, My wit untrain’d in any kind of art. Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd


To thine on my contemptible estate :
Lo, whilft I waited on my tender lambs,
And to fun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
God's mother deigned to appear to me ;
And, in a vision full of majetty,
Will'd me to leave my bate vocation,
And free my country from calamity :
Her aid the promis’d, and affur'd fuccess a
In complete glory she reveal'd herself ;
And, whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which the infus’d on me,
That beauty am I bleft with, which you see.
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
And I will answer unpremeditated :
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'it,
And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this : Thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
Duu. Thou hast akonish'd me with thy high

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.
Pucel. I am prepar'd: liere is my keen-edg'd

sword, Deck'd with fine fleur-de-luces on each side ; The which, at Touraine in saint Katharine's churchi

yard, Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth.

Dau. Then come o'God's name, I fear nowoman. Pucel. And, while I live, I'll never fly no man. [Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCelle overcomės, Dau. Stay, itay thy hands; thou art an Amazon,


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