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. Bur. Traitors have never other company. But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure? his Forces, &c. SCENE VI-The same. Enter on the Walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and Soldiers. Puc. Advance our waving colours on the Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves:- How shall I honour thee for this success? next. France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!- More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. is won; For which, I will divide my crown with her: [Flourish. ACT II. SCEN I. The same. Exeunt. Enter to the Gates, a French SERGEANT, and Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: cold. Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with Scaling Ladders; their Drums beating a dead march. Tal. Lord regent, and redoubted Burgun- By whose approach, the regions of Artois, Bed. Coward of France!-how much he *The same sound-room. Tal. A maid, they say. Bed. A maid! and be so martial! Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere If underneath the standard of the French, Tal. Well, let them practise and converse God is our fortress; in whose conquering name, Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess, Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make Now, Salisbury! for thee and for the right The French leap over the Walls in their Shirts, Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so 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 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, favour him. Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, how he sped. Enter CHARLES, and LA PUCELLE. Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, his friend? To visit her poor castle where she lies;" Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see, our wars And now there rests no other shift but this,-Could not prevail with all their oratory, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:- Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. SCENE II-Orleans-Within the Town. 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 reme- Capt. Ido, my lord; and mean accordingly. Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a CAP-SCENE III-Auvergne.—Court of the Castle TAIN, and others. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, [ning, Bur. Myself, as far as I could well discern, Mess. All hail, my lords! which of this Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts Enter the COUNTESS and her PORTER. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; [to me. And when you have done so, bring the keys [Exit. Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out To give their censuret of these rare reports. According as your ladyship desir'd, Mess. Madam, it is. Count. Is this the scourge of France? I thought, I should have seen some Hercules, Should strike such terror to his enemies. But, since your ladyship is not at leisure, Count. What means he now ?-Go ask him, Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves To know the cause of your abrupt departure. So much applauded through the realm of I go to certify her, Talbot's here. France? Re-enter PORTER, with Keys. Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. 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. Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the. truth: Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error? Suff. '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 between us. War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch, [mouth, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper Between two blades, which bears the better Between two horses, which doth bear him Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, [ment: sha-have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgeBut in these nice sharp quillets of the law, [dow, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond,* To think that you have aught but Talbot's Whereon to practise your severity. Count. Why, art not thou the man? Count. Then have I substance too. 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;t He will be here, and yet he is not here: Tal. That will I show you presently. He winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a peal of Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Soldiers. How say you, madam? are you now persuaded That Talbot is but shadow of himself? These are his substance, sinews, arms, and Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbear ance; The truth appears so naked on my side, Som. And on my side it is so well apparell'd, In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Giving my verdict on the white rose side. Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, And fall on my side so against your will. Ver. If I my lord, for my opinion bleed, Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt, And keep me on the side where still I am. Som. Well, well, come on; Who else? Law. Unless my study and my books be false, The argument you held, was wrong in you; [TO SOMERSET In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argu ment? Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, Shall die your white rose in a bloody red. Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit For pale they look with fear, as witnessing Som. No, Plantagenet, 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, '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. Hath 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 I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him and thee. Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. him, Somerset ; same. SCENE V.-The same.-A Room in the Tower. Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.→ age, Third son to the third Edward king of Eng-Even like a man new haled from the rack, And these grey locks, the pursuivants of So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: death,* land; Spring crestless yeoman* from so deepa root? my words Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. On any plot of ground in Christendom: bridge, For treason executed in our late king's days? Weak shoulders, overborne with burd'ning 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; And, till thou be restor❜d, thou art a yeoman. Yet are these feet-whose strengthless stay is ground :[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.— But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? 1 Keep. Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will set, Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. And know us, by these colours, for thy foes; wear. Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, ambition! And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce War. This blot, that they object against *Ie. Those who have no right to arms. come: We sent unto the Temple, to his chamber; Mor. Enough; my soul shall then be satis- Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. Just death, kind umpiret of men's miseries, I would, his troubles likewise were expir'd, Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET. 1 Keep. My lord, your loving nephew now 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: Why didst thou say-of late thou wert despis'd? Plan. First, lean thine aged back against mine arm; [me: And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.t And for alliance' sake,-declare the cause And hath detain'd me, all my flow'ring youth, 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, Leaving no heir begotten of his body,) From Lionel duke of Clarence, the third son Marrying my sister, that thy mother was, Mor. True; and thou seest, that I no issue have; And that my fainting words do warrant death: Which giveth many wounds, when one will kill. Plan. And peace, no war, befall thy parting ACT III. SCENE I-The same.-The Parliament-house. Flourish. Enter King HENRY, Exeter, GlosTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the bishop of WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOSTER offers to put up a Bill; WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it. Win. Com'st thou 'with deep premeditated lines, With written pamphlets studiously devis'd, mands my patience, [me. Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonour'd Think not, although in writing I preferr'd The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, That therefore I have forg'd, or am not able Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen: No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks, |