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Being ordain'd his special governor;
And for his safety 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 thus out of office:
The King from Eltam I intend to send,
And Gt at chiefeft ftern of public weal. (Exit.

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Before Orleans in France. Enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier, marching with

a drum and Soldiers. Char. MARS his true moving, even

as in the

, So in the earth to ihis day is not known. Late, did he shine upon the English fide: Now we are victors, upon us lie smiles. What towns of any moment, but we have ? At pleasure here we lie near Orleans : Tho' still the famish'd English, like pale ghosts, Faintly befiege us one hour in a month. beeves;

Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat BullEither they must be dieted, like mules, And bave their provender ty'd to their mouths ; Or piteous they will look like drowned mice.

Roig. 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, found alarum: we will rush on them: Now for the honour of the forlorn French: Him I forgive my death, that killeth me; When he sees me go back one foot, or sly. [Exeunt.

[Here Alarm, they are beaten back by the English with great loss.

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Re-enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier. Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have I? Dogs, cowards, daftards! I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midst my

enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a defp'rate homicide,
He fighteth as one weary of his life:
The other lords, like lions wanting food.
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

Alan. Froysard, a countryman of ours, records,
England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
During the time Edward the Third did reign:
More truly now may this be verified;
For none but Sampsons and Goliases
It fendeth forth to skirmish; one to ten !
Lean raw-bon'd rascals! 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 enforce them be more eager:
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the fiege.

Reig. I think, by fome odd gimmals or device
Their arms are set like clocks, Itill to strike on;
Else they could ne'er hold out so, as they do:
By my consent we'll e'en let them alone.

Alan, Be it so.

Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Baft. 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 chear

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 vilon, fent to her from heay'n,

Ordained

Ordained is to raise this tedious fiege ;
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome :
What's past, and what's to come, she can descry.
Speak, ihall I call her in ? believe my words,
For they are certain and infallible.

Dau. Go, call her in; but first, to try her skill,
Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place;
Question her proudly, let thy looks be ftern:
By this means shall we found what skill she hath.

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Enter Joan la Pucelle Reig. FAIR

maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me? Where is the Dauphin; come, come from behind, I know thee well, tho' never seen before. Be not amaz'd: there's nothing hid from me: In private will I talk with thee apart: Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.

Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash.

Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter. My wit untrain'd in any kind of art : Heav'n, and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd To shine on my contemptible estate. Lo, whilft I waited on my tender lambs, And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks, God's mother deigned to appear to me; And, in a vision full of majesty, Willd me to leave my base vocation, And free my country from calamity: Her aid she promis'd, and assur’d success. In completc glory she reveal'd herself; And, whereas I was black and swart before, With those clear rays which she infuz'd' on me,

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That beauty an I bleft with, which you fee.
Ask me whát question thou canst possible,
And I will answer unpremeditated.
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'ft,
And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

Dan. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
In single combat thou shalt buckle with me;
And, if thou vanquilheft, thy words are true;
Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.

Pucel. I am prepar’d; here is my keen-edg'd sword, Deck'd with fine Flow'r-de-luces on each side ; The which, at Tourain in St. Catharine's church, Out of a deal of old iron I cliofe forth.

Daru. Thencome o'God's name, for I fear no woman. Pucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fiy from a man.

they fight, and Joan la Pucelle overcomes. Dau. Stay, stay thy hands, thon art an Amazon; And fightest with the sword of Debora. [weak.

Pucel. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too

Dan Who-e'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must Impatiently I burn with thy desire; [help me: My heart and hands tliou hast at once fubdu'd; Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so, Let me thy servant and not Sovereign be, 'Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus.

Pucel. Inult not yield to any rites of love, For my profeffion's facred from above : When I have chased all thy foes from hence, Then will I think upon a recompence. Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy prostrate

thrall. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.

Álan. Doubtless, he shrives this wonian to her smock; Else ne'cr could he so long protract his speech. Reig. Shall we difturblim, fince he keeps no mean?

Alan.

Alan. He

may mean more than we poor men do

know: These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.

Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
Shall we give over Orleans or no?

Pucel. Why, no I say; distrustful recreants !
Fight till the last gasp, for I'll be your guard.

Dau. What she says, I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out.

Pucel. Afflign'd I am to be the English scourge.
This night the fiege assuredly l'll raise :
Expect Saint Martin's summer, Halcyon days,
Since I have enter'd thus into these wars.
Glory is like a circle in the water;
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
With Henry's death the English circle ends;
Dispersed are the glories it included :
Now an I like that proud insulting ship,
Which Cæfar and his fortune bore at once.

Dau. Was Mahomet inspired with a Dove ?
Thou with an Eagle art inspired then.
Helen the inother of great Constantine,
Nor yet St. Philip's daughters, were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee?

Alan. Leave off delays, and let us raise the fiege.
Reig. Wornan, do what thou canst to save our

honours;
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.

Dau. Presently try : come, let's away about it.
No prophet will I trust, if she proves false. [Excunt.

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The Tower-gates, in LONDON.
Enter Gloucester, with his Serving-men.
Am this day come to survey the Tower ;

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Glou. I since Henry's death, 1 fear, there is some

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