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 heavn's?
Whence cometh this alarum, and this noise?
Enter a Messenger.

Meff. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head.
The dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,

A holy prophetess new risen up,

Is come with a great pow'r to raise the fiege.

[here Salisbury lifteth himself up and groans.

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."

Convey brave Salisbury into his tent,

And then we'll try what dastard Frenchmen dare. [alarum. Exit. [they carry out Salisbury and fir Tho. Gargrave.

SCENE X.

Here an alarum again; and Talbot pursueth the dauphin, and driveth him: then enter Joan la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter Talbot.

Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:

A woman clad in armour chaseth them.

And straightway give thy foul to him thou ferv'st.

Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.

Talbot, farewel, thy hour is not yet come,

I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

[they fight."

Afbort alarum: then enter the town with foldiers.
O'ertake me, if thou canst; I fcorn 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.

Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;

I know not where I am, nor what I do:

A witch, by fear not force, like Hannibal

Drives back our troops, and conquers as fhe lifts:

So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench,
Are from their hives and houses driv'n away.

They call'd us, for our fiercenefs, English dogs,

Now, like their whelps, we crying run away. [a fhort alarum. Hark, countrymen, either renew the fight,

Or tear the lions out of England's coat;

Renounce your foil, give fheep in lions' ftead :
Sheep-run not half fo tim'rous from the wolf,
Or horfe or oxen from the leopard,

As

you fly from your oft-fubdued flaves.

[alarum: here another skirmish.

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O, would I were to die with Salisbury!

The fhame hereof will make me hide my head. [Exit Talbot. [alarum, retreat, flourish.

SCENE XI.

Enter on the wall, Pucelle, Dauphin, Reignier, Alanson,
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 Aftrea's daughter,
How fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs!

Thy promises 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 blessed hap did ne'er befal our state.

Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town ? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,

And feast and banquet in the open streets,

To celebrate the joy that god hath giv'n us.

Alan. All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
Dau. 'Tis Jean, 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 statelier pyramid to her I'll rear,
Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
In memory of her, when she is dead,

The gardens of Adonis were never reprefented under any local defcription, nor is any fuch thing implied in this plate. They were only beds of earth put into portable cafes of filver or other matter, in which were raised fuch flowers and herbs as were of quick growth and fhort continuance, the production and maturity of them being alfo haften'd by artificial means. Upon this quickness of growth the allufion here is founded: though anciently the gardens of Adonis was a proverbial expreffim to fignify transitory fleeting pleafures, and perfons also of a flight trifling account. See Erafmi adagia.

Her

Enter a Serjeant of a band, with two fentinels.
SERJEANT.

IRS, take your places, and be vigilant :

S If any noile, or foldier, you perceive

Near to the wall, by fome apparent fign
Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.

Sent. Serjeant, you fhall. Thus are poor fervitors

(When others fleep upon their quiet beds)

Conftrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.

Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with fcaling 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 secure,
Having all day carous'd and banquetted:
Embrace we then this opportunity,
As fitting beft to quittance their deceit,
Contriv'd by art and baleful forcery.

VOL. IV.

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Bed.

Bed. Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,
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?
Tal. A maid, they fay.

Bed. A maid! and be fo martial!

Bur. Pray god, fhe prove not masculine ere long; If underneath the standard of the French

She carry armour as he hath begun.

Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with spirits: God is our fortrefs; in whofe conqu❜ring name

Let us refolve to feale their flinty bulwarks.

Bed. Afcend, brave Talbot, we will follow thee.
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. I to this.

Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.

Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right

Of English Henry, fhall this night appear

How much in duty I am bound to both.

[within.

Sent. Arm, arm! the enemy doth make affault.

[the English cry, faint George! a Talbot!

SCENE II.

The French leap o'er the walls in their fhirts. Enter, feveral ways,
Baftard, Alanson, Reignier, half ready and half unready.

Alan. How now, my lords? what, all unready so?
Baft. Unready? I am glad, we'fcap'd fo well.

Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.

Alan.