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This late diffention, grown betwixt the peers,
Burns under feigned afhes of forg'd love;
And will at laft 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, should win all;
And Henry, born at Windsor, fhould lose all:
Which is fo plain, that Exeter doth wifh,
His days may finish ere that hapless time.

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[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
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 facks fhall be a mean to fack the city,
And we be lords and rulers over Roan;

Therefore we'll knock.

Watch. Qui va là?

Pucel Paifans, pauvres gens de France.

[Knocks.

Poor market-folks, that come to fell their corn.
Watch. Enter, go in, the market-bell is rung.
Pucel. Now, Roan, I'll fhake thy bulwarks to the

ground.

[Exeunt.

Enter

Enter Dauphin, Baftard, and Alanson.
Dau. St. Dennis blefs this happy ftratagem!
And once again we'll fleep fecure in Roan.
Baft. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants :
Now fhe is there, how will she specify
Where is the best and safeft paffage in?

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.

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,
But unto thee, Alanfon, and the rest.

Will ye, like foldiers, come and fight it out?
Alan. Seignior, no.

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!

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

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:
Here I will fit before the walls of Roan,

And will be partner of your weal and woe.
Burg. Couragious Bedford, let us now perfuade 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 fhould revive the foldiers' hearts;
Because I ever found them as myself.

Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
Then be it fo: 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 boafting enemy.

[Exit.

An alarm: excursions: Enter Sir John Faftolfe, and a

Captain.

Cap. Whither away, Sir John Faftolfe, in fuch hafte?
Faft. Whither away? to fave myself by flight.

We are like to have the overthrow again.

Cap. What will you fly, and leave lord Talbot?
Faft. Ay, all the Talbots in the world to fave my

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?
They, that of late were daring with their fcoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.

[Dies; and is carried off in his chair.

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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;
For there young Henry with his Nobles lies.

Burg. What wills lord Talbot, pleafeth 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 foldier never couched lance,
A gentler heart did never fway in Court.
But Kings and mightieft Potentates muft die,
For that's the end of human misery.

[Exeunt. SCENE

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