This late dissention, grown betwixt the peers,
Burns under feigned ashes of forg'd love;
And will at last break out into a flame.
As fefter'd members rot but by degrees,
'Till bones, and flesh, and finews, fall away;
So will this base and envious difcord breed.
And now I fear that fatal Prophecy,
Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fifth,
Was in the mouth of every fucking babe;
That Henry, born at Monmouth, fhould win all;
And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all:
Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish,
His days may finish ere that hapless time. [Exit.

S CE N E IV.

Changes to Roan in France. Enter Joan la Pucelle disguis'd, and four Soldiers with

Sacks upon their backs,
Pucel. THESE are the city-gates, the gates of

Roan,
Thro' which our policy must make a breach.
Take heed, be wary, how you place your words;
Talk like the vulgar fort of market-men,
That come to gather money for their corn,
If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we shall;)
And that we find the flothful Watch but weak,
I'll by a fign give notice to our friends;
That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.

Sol. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
And we be lords and rulers over Roan;
Therefore we'll knock.

[Knocks. Watch. Qui va la ?

Pucel Paisans, pauvres gens de France.
Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn.

Watch. Enter, go in, the market-bell is rung.
Pucel. Now, Roan, l'll shake thy bulwarks to the
ground.

(Exeunt.

Enter

THES

Enter Dauphin, Bastard, and Alanson.
Dau. St. Dennis bless this happy stratagem!
And once again we'll sleep fecure in Roan.

Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her pra&tisants :
Now she is there, how will she specify
Where is the best and safest passage in ?

Reig. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tow'r,
Which, once discern'd, shews, that her meaning is,
No way to that (for weakness) which she enter'd.
Enter Joan la Pucelle on the top, thrusting out a torch

burning.
Pucel. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch,
That joineth Roan unto her countrymen;
But burning fatal to the Talbotites.

Baft. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend,
The burning torch-in yonder turret stands.

Dau. Now shines it like a comet of revenge,
A prophet to the fall of all our foes.

Reig. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends,
Enter and cry, The Dauphin! presently,
And then do execution on the Watch.

(An Alarm; Talbot in an Excursion. Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy, If Talbot but survive thy treachery.

(rears.
Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares ;
That hardly we escap'd the pride of France. [Exit.

SC E N E V.
An alarm: Excursions. Bedford brought in, fick, in a

chair. Enter Talbot and Burgundy, without; within,
Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Bastard, and Reignier,
on the walls,
Pucel. OOD-morrow, gallants, want ye corn

for bread?
I think, the Duke of Burgundy will fast,

Before

GO

Before he'll buy again at such a rate.
'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste ?

Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless curtizan!
I trust, ere long to choke thee with thine own;
And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
Dau. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that

time. Bed. Oh let not words, but deeds, revenge this

treason! Pucel. What will you do, good grey-beard ? break

a lance, And run a'tilt at death within a chair?

Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despight, Incompass'd with thy luftful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardise a man half dead ? Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with his shame.

Pucel. Are you so hot? yet, Pucelle, hold thy Peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.

(They whisper together in councel. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?

Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field?

Pucel. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, Το try

if that our own be ours, or no.
Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate,
But unto thee, Alanson, and the rest.
Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?

Alan. Seignior, no.

Tal. Seignior, hang :-base muleteers of France! Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.

Pucel. Captains, away ; let's get us from the walls, For Talbot means no goodnefs by his looks. God be wi' you, my lord : we came, Sir, but to tell you That we are here.

Exeunt from the walls. Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!

Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy House,
Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,
Either to get the town again, or die.
And I, as sure as English Henry lives,
And as his father here was Conqueror,
As sure as in this late-betrayed town
Great Cæurdelion's heart was buried;
So sure I swear, to get the town, or die.

Burg. My vows are equal partners with thy vows.

Tal. But ere we go, regard this dying Prince,
The valiant Duke of Bedford: come, my lord,
We will bestow you in some better place;
Fitter for fickness, and for crazy age.

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so difhonour me:
Here I will fit before the walls of Roan,
And will be partner of your weal and woe.

Burg. Couragious Bedford, let us now persuade you.

Bed. Not to be gone from hence: for once I read,
That ftout Pendragon, in his litter fick,
Came to the field, and vanquished his foes.
Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts;
Because I ever found them as myself.

Tal. Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast !
Then be it so: heav'ns keep old Bedford safe!
And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
But gather we our forces out of hand,
And set upon our boasting enemy.

(Exit. An alarm : excursions: Enter Sir John Faftolfe, and a

Captain.
Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such hafte?
Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight.
We are like to have the overthrow again.

Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot?
Fast. Ay, all the Talbots in the world to save my
life.

[Exit. Cap. Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee!

(Exit. Retreat

L

Retreat: excursions. Pucelle, Alanson, and Dauphin fly.
Bed. Now, quiet foul, depart when heav'n fhall

please;
For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.

(Dies; and is carried off in his chair. SCENE VI.

Within the Walls of Roan. An Alarm: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and tire reft. Tal. OST and recovered in a day again?

This is a double honour, Burgundy; Yet, heav'ns have glory for this victory!

Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Inshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Thy noble deeds, as Valour's monuments. Tal. Thanks, gentle. Duke; but where is Pucelle

now ? I think, her old Familiar is asleep. Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his

glikes? What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief; That such a valiant company are fled. Now' we will take some order in the town, Placing therein some expert officers, And then depart to Paris to the King; For there young Henry with his Nobles lies.

Burg. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy.

Tal. But yet before we go, let's not forget
The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas’d;
But fee his exequies fulfill'd in Roan.
A braver soldier never couched lance,
A gentler heart did never sway in Court.
But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die,
For that's the end of human misery.

Exeunt.
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