This late diffention, grown betwixt the peers, Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fifth, [Exit. Enter Joan la Pucelle difguis'd, and four Soldiers with Sacks upon their backs. Pucel. THES HESE are the city-gates, the gates of Thro' which our policy must make a breach. Therefore we'll knock. Watch. Qui va là? Pucel Paifans, pauvres gens de France. [Knocks. Poor market-folks, that come to fell their corn. ground. [Exeunt. Enter Enter Dauphin, Baftard, and Alanson. Reig. By thrufting out a torch from yonder tow'r, Which, once difcern'd, fhews, that her meaning is, No way to that (for weakness) which fhe 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 fhines 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 Excurfion. Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treafon with thy If Talbot but furvive thy treachery. Pucelle, that witch, that damned forceress, That hardly we escap'd the pride of France. Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares; [tears. [Exit. SCENE V. An alarm: Excurfions. Bedford brought in, fick, in a chair. Enter Talbot and Burgundy, without; within, Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Baftard, and Reignier, on the walls. Pucel. G° OOD-morrow, gallants, want ye corn for bread? I think, the Duke of Burgundy will faft, Before Before he'll buy again at fuch a rate. 'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste? Burg. Scoffon, vile fiend, and fhameless curtizan! I truft, ere long to choke thee with thine own; And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Dau. Your grace may ftarve, perhaps, before that time. Bed. Oh let not words, but deeds, revenge this treafon ! 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 defpight, Incompass'd with thy luftful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardise a man half dead? Damfel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with his shame. Pucel. Are you fo 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, To try if that our own be ours, or no. Tal. I fpeak not to that railing Hecate, Will ye, like foldiers, come and fight it out? Tal. Seignior, hang :-bafe 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! 1 Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy House, So fure I fwear, 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 fome better place; Fitter for ficknefs, and for crazy age. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: And will be partner of your weal and woe. Came to the field, and vanquished his foes. Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast! [Exit. An alarm: excursions: Enter Sir John Faftolfe, and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Faftolfe, in fuch hafte? We are like to have the overthrow again. Cap. What will you fly, and leave lord Talbot? life. [Exit. Cap. Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee! [Exit. Retreat Retreat: excurfions. Pucelle, Alanson, and Dauphin fly. Bed. Now, quiet foul, depart when heav'n fhall please ; For I have feen our enemies' overthrow. What is the truft or ftrength of foolish man? [Dies; and is carried off in his chair. Within the Walls of Roan. An Alarm: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the reft. OST and recovered in a day again? Tal. L This is a double honour, Burgundy; Yet, heav'ns have glory for this victory! Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Infhrines 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 afleep. Now where's the Baftard's braves, and Charles his glikes? What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief; That fuch a valiant company are fled. Now we will take fome order in the town, Placing therein fome expert officers, And then depart to Paris to the King; Burg. What wills lord Talbot, pleafeth Burgundy. [Exeunt. SCENE |