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Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
Win. Glofter, we'll meet; to thy coft, be thou

Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
Mayor. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away:
This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.
Glo. Mayor, farewel: thou doft but what thou

Win. Abominable Glofter! guard thy head;
For I intend to have it, ere long. [Exeunt.
Mayor. See the coaft clear'd, and then we will


Tal. With fcoffs, and fcorns, and contumelious


In open market-place produc'd they me,
To be a public spectacle to all;

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French,
The fcare-crow that affrights our children fo.
Then broke I from the officers that led me;
And with my nails digg'd ftones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.

10 My grifly countenance made others fly;
None durft come near, for fear of fudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
So great fear of my name 'mongft them was spread,
That they fuppos'd, I could rend bars of steel,
And fpurn in picces pofts of adamant :
Wherefore a guard of chofen shot I had,
That walk'd about me every minute while;
And if I did but ftir out of my bed,

Good God! that nobles fhould fuch ftomachs bear!
I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt. 15

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Enter the Mafier-Gunner of Orleans, and his Boy.
M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is 20

And how the English have the fuburbs won.

Boy. Father, I know; and oft have fhot at them,

Howe'er, unfortunate, I mifs'd my aim.

Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
Enter the Boy, with a linftock.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you en-

But we will be reveng'd fufficiently.

Now it is fupper-time in Orleans:

M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou 25 Here, through this grate, I can count every one,

rul'd by me:

Chief mafter-gunner am I of this town;
Something I must do to procure me grace.
The prince's 'fpials have informed me,
How the English, in the fuburbs clofe intrench'd,
2 Went, through a fecret grate of iron bars
In yonder tower, to over-peer the city;
And thence difcover, how, with most advantage,
They may vex us, with fhot, or with affault.
To intercept this inconvenience,

A piece of ordnance 'gainft it I have plac'd;
And fully even thefe three days have I watch'd,
If I could fee them: Now, boy, do thou watch;
For I can ftay no longer.

If thou spy'ft any, run and bring me word;
And thou shalt find me at the governor's. [Exit.
Boy. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
Enter the Lords Salisbury and Talbot, with Sir W.

Glanfdale and Sir Tho. Gargrave, on the turrets.
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled, being prifoner?
Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd?
Difcourfe, I pry'thee, on this turret's top.

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prifoner,
Called the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles;
For him was I exchang'd and ranfomed.
But with a bafer man of arms by far,
Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
Which I, difdaining, fcorn'd; and craved death
Rather than I would be fo pill'd 3 esteemed.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd.

But, oh! the treacherous Faftolfe wounds my

Whom with my bare fifts I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.
Sal. Yet tell'ft thou not, how thou wert en-

Elpials are fpies. bongurs.

And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;
Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your exprefs opinions,

30 Where is best place to make our battery next.
Gar. I think, at the north gate: for there ftand


Glan. And I here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tal. For aught I fee, this city must be famish'd, 35 Or with light fkirmishes enfeebled.


[Shot from the town. Salisbury and Sir Tho. Gargrave fall down.

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched


Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man!
Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath

crofs'd us?

Speak, Salisbury; at leaft, if thou canst speak;
How far'ft thou, mirror of all martial men?
45 One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's fide ftruck off!—
Accurfed tower! accurfed fatal hand,
That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars:

5 Whilft any trump did found, or drum ftruck up,
His fword did ne'er leave ftriking in the field.-
Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth


One eye thou haft to look to heaven for grace:
55 The fun with one eye vieweth all the world.-
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!--
Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, haft thou any life?
6c Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, chear thy fpirit with this comfort;
That fhalt not die, whiles-

He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me;

2 Wont, i. e. were accuftomed.

3 So pill'd, means lo pillaged, fo fripp'd of


As who fhould fay, When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.-
Plantagenet, I will; and, Nero-like,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched fhall France be only in my name.
[Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens.
What ftir is this? What tumult's in the heavens?
Whence cometh this alarum and this noife?
Enter a Menger.

Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's

I know not where I am, nor what I do :
A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,

5 Drives back our troops, and conquers as the lifts:
So bees with fmoke, and doves with noifome ftench,
Are from their hives, and houfes, driven away.
They call'd us, for our fiercenefs, English dogs;
Now, like their whelps, we crying run away.
[A fhort alarum.

Meff. My lord, my lord, the French have 10
gather'd head:

The Dauphin, with one Jean la Pucelle join'd,-
A holy prophetefs, new rifen up,—

Is come with a great power to raise the fiege.
[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up, and groans. 15
Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth
groan !

It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.-
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you :-
Pucelle or puzzel 1, dolphin or dogfish,

Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the hons out of England's coat;
Renounce your foil, give theep in lions' ftead:
Sheep run not half fo timorcus from the wolf,
Or horfe, or oxen, from the leopard,
As you fly from your oft-fubdued flaves.-

[Alarum. Here another skirmish.

It will not be :-Retire into your trenches:
You all confented unto Salisbury's death,
20 For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.-
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horfe's heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.-
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare.
[Alarum. Exeunt, bearing out the bodies. 25

Here an alarum again; and Talbot purfueth the
Dauphin, and driveth him: then enter Jean la
Pucelle, driving Englishmen before ber. Then enter

Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my

Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;
A woman, clad in armour, chafeth them.
Enter La Pucelle.


In fpight of us, or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
The fhame hereof will make me hide my head.

[Exit Talbot. [Alarum, retreat, flourish.



Enter, on the walls, Pucelle, Dauphin, Reignier,
Alençon, and Soldiers.

Pucel. Advance our waving colours on the walls
Refcu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :-
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
Dau. Divineft creature, bright Aftræa's daughter,
How fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs?

35 Thy promifes are like Adonis' gardens,
That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.--
France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !
Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
More bleffed hap did ne'er befall our state.

Here, here fhe comes :-I'll have a bout with thee;
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
Blood will I draw on thee 2, thou art a witch,
And straightway give thy foul to him thou ferv'ft.
Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I that muft difgrace 40

[They fight.

Tal. Heavens, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail My breast I'll burft with ftraining of my courage, And from my shoulders crack my arms afunder, But I will chaftife this high-minded strumpet. Pucel. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet I must go victual Orleans forthwith. [come:

[A bort alarum. Then enters the town with

O'ertake me if thou canst; I scorn thy ftrength.
Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starved men;
Help Salisbury to make his teftament:
This day is ours, as many more shall be.

[Exit Pucelle.


Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout

the town?

Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
And teaft and banquet in the open streets,
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.

Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and


When they thall hear how we have play'd the men,
Dau. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
For which, I will divide my crown with her:
And all the priests and friars in my realm
Shall, in proceffion, fing her endless praise.
A ftatelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Than Rhodope's 3, or Memphis', ever was:
In memory of her, when she is dead,

Mr. Tollet fays, Puffel means a dirty quench or a drab, from puzza, i. e. malus fætor, fays Minfhew. In a tranflation from Stephens's Apology for Herodotus, in 1607, p. 98, we read," Some filthy queans, especially our puzzles of Paris, ufe this other theft." 2 The fuperftition of thofe times taught, that he that could draw the witch's blood, was free from her power. 3 Rhodope was' a famous ftrumpet, who acquired great riches by her trade. The leaft but moft finished of the Egyptian pyramids was built by her. She is faid afterwards to have married Pfammetichus, king of Egypt.

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Her afhes, in an urn more precious
Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius,
Tranfported fhall be at high festivals
Before the kings and queens of France.

No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,

But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's faint,
Come in; and let us banquet royally,

After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Exeunt.

Before Orleans.



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Of English Henry, fhall this night appear
How much in duty I am bound to both.

15 The English, fealing the walls, cry, St. George!


(When others fleep upon their quiet beds)
Conftrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
Eater Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with fealing 25
ladders. Their drums beating a dead march.
Tal. Lord regent-and redoubted Burgundy,-
By whose approach, the regions of Artois,
Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,-
This happy night the Frenchmen are fecure,
Having all day carous'd and banqueted:
Embrace we then this opportunity;
As fitting beft to quittance their deceit,
Contriv'd by art, and baleful forcery.


Bed. Coward of France !--how much he wrongs his 35


Defpairing of his own arm's fortitude,

To join with witches, and the help of hell.
Bur. Traitors have never other company.

But what's that Pucelle, whom they term fo pure ?40
Tal. A maid, they say.

Bed. A maid! and be fo martial!

Bur. Pray God, the prove not mafculine ere long;
If underneath the standard of the French,
She carry armour, as the hath begun.

Tal. Well, let them practise and converfe with
fpirits :

God is our fortrefs; in whofe conquering name,
Let us refolve to fcale their flinty bulwarks.

A Talbat!

Cent. [Within.] Arm, arm! the enemy doth make affault!

The French leap over the walls in their fhirts. Enter Several ways, Baftard, Alençon, Reignier, half ready, and half unready.

Alen. How now, my lords? what all unready2 fo?
Baft. Unready? ay, and glad we 'fcap'd fo well.
Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake, and leave
Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. [our beds,
Alen. Of all exploits, fince first I follow'd arms,
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize

More venturous, or defperate, than this.
Baft. I think, this Talbot is a fiend of hell.
Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, fure, favour him.
Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel how he

Enter Charles, and Pucelle.

Baft. Tut! holy Joan was his defenfive guard.
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Didft thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain,
That now our lofs might be ten times fo much?
Pucel. Wherefore is Charles impatient with

his friend?

At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail,

Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?Improvident foldiers! had your watch been good, 45 This fudden mifchief never could have fall'n.

Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default;
That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Alen. Had all your quarters been as fafely kept,

Bed. Afcend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. 50 As that whereof I had the government,

Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess,

That we do make our entrance feveral ways;

That, if it chance the one of us do fail,

The other yet may rise against their force.
Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner.


Bur. And I to this.


Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right

We had not been thus fhamefully furpriz'd.
Baft. Mine was fecure.

Reign. And fo was mine, my lord.

Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night, Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,

I was employ'd in paffing to and fro,

About relieving of the centinels:

Then how, or which way, fhould they first break in?

When Alexander the Great took the city of Gaza, the metropolis of Syria, amidst the other (poils and wealth of Darius treasured up there, he found an exceeding rich and beautiful little cheft or cafket, and afked thofe about him what they thought fitteft to be laid up in it. When they had feverally delivered their opinions, he told them, he efteemed nothing fo worthy to be preferved in it as Homer's Iliad, Unready was the current word in thofe times for undref:'d.


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Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
And here advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre of this cursed town.-
Now have I pay'd my vow unto his foul;
For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
There hath at least five Frenchmen dy'd to-night,
And, that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Within their chiefeft temple I'll ere&t

A tomb, wherein his corpfe fhall be interr'd:
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engrav'd the fack of Orleans;
The treacherous manner of his mournful death,
And what a terror he had been to France.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
I mufe, we met not with the Dauphin's grace;
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc;
Nor any of his falfe confederates.


Whofe glory fills the world with loud report. Bur. Is it even fo? Nay, then, I fee, our wars Will turn into a peaceful comic sport, When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.5 You may not, my lord, defpife her gentle fuit. Tal. Ne'er truft me then; for, when a world of men

Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:
10 And therefore tell her, I return great thanks;
And in fubmiffion will attend on her.-
Will not your honours bear me company?

Bed. No, truly; that is more than manners will: And I have heard it faid,-Unbidden guests

15 Are often welcomeft when they are gone.



Tal. Well then, alone, fince there's no remedy, I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. Come hither, captain. [Whispers]-You perceive my mind.

Capt. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly.

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Enter the Countess, and her Porter. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; And, when you have done fo, bring the keys to me. Port. Madam, I will. Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,

301 fhall as famous be by this exploit,


As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death. Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, And his atchievements of no less account : Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, 35 To give their cenfure of these rare reports. Enter Mejenger, and Talbot.

Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight 40
Rous'd on the fudden from their drowsy beds,
They did, amongst the troops of armed men,
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

Bur. Myfelf (as far as I could well difcern,
For fmoke, and dusky vapours of the night)
Am fure, I fcar'd the Dauphin, and his trull;
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
Like to a pair of loving turtle doves,
That could not live afunder day or night.
After that things are fet in order here,
We'll follow them with all the power we have.
Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Madam, according as your ladyship defir'd,
By meffage crav'd, fo is lord Talbot come.
Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
Me. Madam, it is.

Count. [as mufing] Is this the scourge of France ?
Is this the Talbot, fo much fear'd abroad,
That with his name the mothers ftill their babes?
I fee, report is fabulous and falfe:

451 thought, I should have seen fome Hercules,
A fecond Hector, for his grim afpect,
And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
Alas! this is a child, a filly dwarf :

It cannot be, this weak and wrizled shrimp 50 Should ftrike fuch terror to his enemies.

Meff. All hail, my lords!" which of this princely
Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts [train
So much applauded through the realm of France? 55
Tal. Here is the Talbot; Who would fpeak

with him?

Melf. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, With modefty admiring thy renown,

By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe 60

To vifit her poor caftle where he lies;

That the may boaft, the hath beheld the man

Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you : But, fince your ladyship is not at leifure, I'll fort fome other time to vifit you. Count. What means he now?-Go ask him, whither he goes.

Meff. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves To know the cause of your abrupt departure.

Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, go to certify her, Talbot's here.

Re-enter Porter with keys.

Count. If thou be he, then art thou prifoner. Tal. Prifoner! to whom?

1 This alludes to a popular tradition, that the French women, to affray their children, would tell them, that the TALBOT cometh. See alfo the end of Sc. iii. Act II.



Count. To me, blood-thirfty lord;

And for that caufe I train'd thee to my houfe.
Long time thy fhadow hath been thrall to me,
For in my gallery thy picture hangs :

But now the fubftance fhall endure the like:
And I will chain thefe legs and arms of thine,
That haft by tyranny, thefe many years,
Wafted our country, flain our citizens,
And fent our fons and husbands captivate.
Tal. Ha, ha, ha!

Dare no man answer in a cafe of truth?
Suf. Within the Temple-hall we were too loud
The garden here is more convenient. [truth;

Plant. Then fay at once, if I maintain'd the

5 Or, elfe, was wrangling Somerset in the error?
Saf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
I never yet could frame my will to it;
And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.

[turn to
Count. Laugheft thou, wretch? thy mirth fhall
Tal. I laugh to fee your ladyship so fond ',
To think that you have ought but Talbot's fhadow,]
Wreon to practife your feverity.

ant. Why, art not thou the man?

Tal. I am, indeed.

Count. Then have I fubftance too.

Ta. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You a e deceiv'd, my fubftance is not here;
For what you fee is but the smallest part
And leaft proportion of humanity:

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of fuch a spacious lofty pitch,

Your roof were not fufficient to contain it.

Sem. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then between us. [er pitch, War. Between two hawks, which flies the highBetween two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two blades, which bears the better temper, Between two horfes, which doth bear him best, 15 Between two girls, which hath the merrieft eye, I have, perhaps, fome fhallow fpirit of judgment: But in thefe nice fharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wifer than a daw.

Plant. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: 20 The truth appears fo naked on my fide, That any purblind eye may find it out.

Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce ; 25
He will be here, and yet he is not here:
How can these contrarieties agree?

Tal. That will I fhew you prefently.
Winds bis born; drums ftrike up: a peal ef ordnance.

Enter Soldiers.

How fay you, madam? are you now perfuaded,
That Talbot is but fhadow of himself?
Thefe are his fubftance, finews, arms, and ftrength,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks;
Razeth your cities, and fubverts your towns,
And in a moment makes them defolate.

Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse :
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,
And more than may be gather'd by thy fhape.
Let my prefumpt on not provoke thy wrath;
For I am forry, that with reverence
I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Tal. Be not difmay'd, fair lady; nor mifconftrue
The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
The outward compofition of his body.
What you have done, hath not offended me :
Nor other fatisiaction do I crave,
But only (with your patience) that we may
Tafte of your wine, and fee what cates you have;
For foldiers' ftomachs always ferve them well.

Count. With all my heart; and think me honoured
To feaft fo great a warrior in my houfe. [Excunt.

Lerd.n. The Temple Garden.
Enter the Earls of Semerfet, Suffolk, and Warwick;
Rickard Plantagenet, Vernon, and an ther Lawyer.
Plant. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means
this filence?

Sem. And on my fide it is fo well apparell'd, So clear, fo fh ning, and fo evident,

That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
Plant. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loth to.

In dumb fignificants proclaim your thoughts:
Let him, that is a true-born gentleman,
And ftands upon the honour of his birth,
30If he fuppofe that I have pleaded truth,
From off this briar pluck a white rose with me 3.




Sum. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer,
But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rofe from off this thorn with me.
War. I love no colours ; and, without all colour
Of bafe infinuating flattery,

pluck this white rofe, with Plantagenet.

Suf. I pluck this red rofe, with young Somerset ; And fay withal, I think he held the right.

Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen; and pluck no


Till you conclude that he, upon whofe fide
The feweft rofes are cropt from the tree,
Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
Sem. Good master Vernon, it is well objected 5 ;
If I have feweft, I fubfcribe in filence.
Plant. And I.

Ver. Then for the truth and plainnefs of the cafe
I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
50 Giving my verdict on the white rofe fide.

Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; Left, bleeding, you do paint the white rofe red, And fall on my fide fo against your will.

Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, 55 Opinion fhall be furgeon to my hurt, And keep me on the fide where ftill I am. Som. Well, well, come on: Who elfe? Lawyer. Unless my study and my books be falfe, i. e. fo foolish. 2 The term merchant, which was, and now is, frequently applied to the lowest fort of dealers, feems anciently to have been used on familiar occafions in contradiftinction to gentleman ; fignifying, that the perfon shewed by his behaviour he was a low fellow. The word chap, i. e. chapman, a word of the fame import with merchant, in its lefs refpectable fenfe, is ftill in common use, particularly in Staffordinire, and the adjoining counties, as a common denomination for any perfon of whom they mean to speak with freedom or difrefpe&t. 3 The role (as the fables fay) was the symbol of filence, and confecrated by Cupid to Harpocrates, to conceal the lewd pranks of his mother. 4 Colours is here ufed ambiguously for tints and deceits. 5 i. e. it is justly propofed.


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