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So in the carth, to this day is not known:

Char. Go, call her in: (Exit Bastard.] But, first, Late did he shine upon the English side;

to try her skill, Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.

Reignier, stand thou as dauphin in my place: What towns of any moment, but we have? Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern :At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans;

By this means shall we sound what skill she hath. Otherwhiles, the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,

[Retires. Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat Enter La Pucelle, Bastard of Orleans, and others. bull-beeves :

Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous Either they must be dieted like mules,

feats? And have their provender tied to their mouths, Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.

me? Reig. Let's raise the siege; Why live we idly Where is the dauphin?-come, come from behind; here?

I know thee well, though never seen before. Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:

Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me: Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury; In private will I talk with thee apart :And he may well in fretting spend his gall, Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while, Nor men, nor money, hath he to make war.

Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash. Char. Sound, sound alarum; we will rush on Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's them.

daughter, Now for the honour of the forlorn French :- My wit untraind in any kind of art. Him I forgive my death, that killeth me,

Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. (Exe. To shine on my contemptible estate: Alarums ; excursions; afterwards a retreat. Re- And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,

Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs, enter Charles, Alençon, Reignier, and others.

God's mother deigned to appear to me;
Char. Whoeversaw the like? what men have 1?-|| And, in a vision full of majesty,
Dogs!cowards ! dastards !--I would ne'er have fled, | Will'd me to leave my base vocation,
But that they left me 'midst my enemies.

And free my country from calamity :
Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide; Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success :
He fighteth as one weary of his life.

In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
The other lords, like lions wanting food, And, whereas I was black and swart before,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.!

With those clear rays which she infus'd on me, Alen. Froissard, a countryman of ours, records, || That beauty am I bless'd with, which you see. England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,

Ask me what question thou canst possible,
During the time Edward the third did reign. And I will answer unpremeditated :
More truly now may this be verified;

My courage try by combat, if thou dar’st,
For none but Samsons, and Goliases,

And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex. li sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten! Resolve on this :5 Thou shalt be fortunate, Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose | If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. They had such courage and audacity?

Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hair

terms; brain'd slaves,

Only this proof I'll of thy valour make, And hunger will enforce them to be more eager: In single combat thou shalt buckle with me; Of old I know them; rather with their teeth And, if thou vanquishest, thy words are true; The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege. Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.

Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals2 or device, Puc. I am prepar’d: here is my keen-edg'd sword, Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on; Deck'd with tive flower-de-luces on each side; Else ne'er could they hold out so, as they do. The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone.

church-yard, Alen. Be it so.

Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth.
Enter the Bastard of Orleans.

Char. Then come o'God's name, I fear nowoman.

Puc. And, wbile I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. Bast. Where's the prince dauphin? I have news

[They fight. for him.

Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an amazon, Char. Bastard3 of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. And fightest with the sword of Deborah. Bast. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheeri Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too appallid;

weak. Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand : A holy maid hither with me I bring,

help me:

Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven, My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd.
Ordained is to raise this tedious siege,

Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
And drive the English forth the bounds of France. Let me thy servant, and not sovereign, be;
The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,

'Tis the French dauphin sueth to thee thus. Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome :

Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love, What's past, and what's to come, she can descry. For my profession's sacred from above : Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words, When I have chased all thy foes from hence, For they are certain and unfallible.

Then will I think upon a recompense. (1) i. c. The prey for which they are hungry. (3) This was not in former times a term of re

(2) A gimmal is a piece of jointed work, where proach. one piece moves within another; here it is taken (4) Countenance. at large for an engine..

(5) Be firmly persuaded of it.

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Char. Mean tiine, look gracious on thy prostrate | Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? thrall.

Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter. Reig. My lord, methinks, is rery long in talk. Wood. (Within.) Have patience, noble duke : Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her


inay not open; smock;

The cardinal of Winchester forbids: Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. From him I have express commandment, Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in. mean?

Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do

me? know:

Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate, These women are shrewd tempters with their Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could tongues.

brook ? Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you Thou art no friend to God, or to the king: on?

Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. Shall we give over Orleans, or no?

1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector; Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants ! Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.

quickly. Char. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll fight| Enter Winchester, attended by a train of servants,

it out. Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.

in tawny-coats. This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:

Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey? what Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,

means this? Since I have entered into these wars.

Glo. Pield priest,5 dost thou command me to be Glory is like a circle in the water,

shut out? Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,

Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor,6 Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. And not protector of the king, or realm. With Henry's death, the English circle ends; Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator; Dispersed are the glories it included.

Thou, that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord; Now am I like that proud insulting ship, Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin: Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once. I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,

Chur. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
Thou with an eagle art inspired then.

Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a Helen, the mother of great Constantine,

foot; Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, 2 were like thee. This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth, To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. How may I reverently worship thee enough? Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:

Alen. "Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege. Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth, Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our I'll use, to carry thee out of this place. honours;

Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to thy Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.

face. Char. Presently we'll try :-Come, let's away Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my about it:

face? No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. (Exe. Draw, men, for all this privileged place; SCENE III.- London. Hill before the Tower. | Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your

beard; Enter, at the gates, the Duke of Gloster, with his serving-men, in blue coats.

(Gloster and his men attack the bishop.

I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day; Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.3– || In spite of pope or dignities of church, Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Open the gates; Gloster it is that calls.

Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the pope. [Servants knock.

Glo. Winchester goose, I cry-a rope! a rope! 1 Ward. [Within.) Who is there that knocks so Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?imperiously?

Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array:— 1 Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster.

Out, tawney-coats !-out, scarlet hypocrite! 2 Ward. [Within.) Whoe'er he be, you may| Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, entes

not be let in. 1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, villains? the Mayor of London, and officers. 1 Ward. (Within.) The Lord protect him! so May. Fie, lords ! that you, being supreme ma we answer him:

gistrates, We do no otherwise than we are willid.

Thus contumeliously should break the peace! Glo. Who willed you? or whose will stands but Glo. Peace, mayor; thou know'st little of my mine?

wrongs: There's none protector of the realm, but I. - Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize :

Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?

Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens; Servants rush at the Toroer gates. Enter, to the one that still motions war, and never peace,

gates, Woodville, the lieutenant. O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; Wood. (Within.) What noise is this? what trai- || That seeks to overthrow religion, tors have we here?

(4) Break open. (1) Expect prosperity after misfortune.

(5) Alluding to his shaven crown. (6) Traitor (2) Meaning the four daughters of Philip, men

(8) A strumpet. tioned in Acts xxi. 9.

(9) An allusion to the bishop's habit


(3) Theft.

(7) Sift.


Scene IV.



Because he is protector of the realm;

Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
And would have armour here out of the Tower, Rather than I would be so pil'd esteem'd.5
To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.
Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. | But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart!

(Here they skirmish again. Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous If I now had him brought into my power.

Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert enterBut to make open proclamation :

tain'd. Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.

Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious
Oh. All manner of men, assembled here in arms|| In open market-place produc'd they me,

this day, against God's peace and the king's, we | To be a public spectacle to all;
charge and command you, in his highness' name,
to repair to your several dwelling-places; and Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon, || Then broke I from the officers that led me;

The scare-crow that affrights our children so.
or dagger, hence forward, upon pain of death.

And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law : To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. | My grisly countenance made others fly;
Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be None durst come near for fear of sudden death.

In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work. So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,

May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away :- That they suppos'd, I could rend bars of steel,
This cardinal is more haughty than the devil. And spuin in pieces posts of adamant:
Glo. Mayor, farewell : thou dost but what thou Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,

That walk'd about me every minute-while;
Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; And if I did but stir out of my bed,
For I intend to have it, ere long. (Exeunt.Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will Sai. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd,

But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.
Good God! that nobles should such stomachs2 bear! Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
I myself fight not once in forty year. (Exeunt. Here, through this grate, I can count every one,
SCENE IV.-France. Before Orleans. Enter

And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;
on the walls, the Master-Gunner and his Son.

Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.

Sir Thomas Gargrave, and sir William Glansdale,
M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is Let me have your express opinions,

Where is best place to make our battery next.
And how the English have the suburbs won. Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there stand
Son. Father, I know ; and oft have shot at them,

Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.

Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
by me:

Or with slight skirmishes enfeebled.
Chief master-gunner am I of this town;

(Shot from the town. Salisbury and Sir
Something I must do, to procure me grace :3

Thomas Gargrave fall.
The prince's espials have inform'd me,

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd, Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!
Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars

Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath
In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;

cross'd us?
And thence discover, how, with most advantage, Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak;
They may vex us, with shot, or with assault. How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men?
To intercept this inconvenience,

One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!
A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd;

Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,
And fully even these three days have I watch'd, That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy !
If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch, In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
For I can stay no longer.

Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word; Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
And thou shalt find me at the governor's. (Exit. His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field. —

Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;|| Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth
I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the Lords | The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. —

One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
Salisbury and Talbot, Sir William Glansdale, || Heaven, be thon gracious to none alive,
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and others.

If Salisbury want mercy at thy hands :
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.-
How wert thou håndled, being prisoner? Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd ? Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Discourse, I prythee, on this turret's top. Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort ;

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Thou shalt not die, whiles-
Called the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles; He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me;
For him I was exchang'd and ransomed. As who should say, When I am dead and gone,
But with a baser man of arms by far,

Remember to avenge me on the French.-
Once, in contempt, they would bave barter'd me: Plantagenet, I will; and Nero-like,
1}} That is, for peace-officers armed with club (2) Pride. (3) Favour.

(4) Spies. or staves.

(5) So stripped of honours.

Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn : You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
Wretched shall France be only in my name.

For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
(Thunder heard; afterwards an alarum. | Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens? | In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ? O, would I were to die with Salisbury!

The sbame hereof will make me hide my head.
Enter a Messenger.

[.Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot and his Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd

forces, &c. head: The dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,

SCENE VI.-The same. Enter, on the walls, PuA boly prophetess, new risen up,

celle, Charles, Reignier, Alençon, and soldiers. Is come with a great power to raise the siege. Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls;

(Salisbury groans. Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.

Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's daughter, Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you :

How shall I honour thee for this success? Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogtish,

Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.– France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

Recover'd is the town of Orleans : And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. dare. [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies. Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the

town? SCENE V.-The same. Before one of the gates. Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbot pursueth the And feast and banquet in the open streets, Dauphin, and driveth him in: then enter Joan To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her.

Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and Then enter Talbot.

joy, Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. force?

Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won; Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; For which, I will divide my crown with her: A woman, clad in armour, chasēth them.

And all the priests and friars in my realm

Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.
Enter La Pucelle.

A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Here, here she comes:—I'll have a bout with thee: Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was :
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:

In memory of her, when she is dead,
Blood will I draw on thee,2 thou art a witch, Her ashes, in an urn more precious
* And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st. | Than the rich-jeweld cofler of Darius,
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace Transported shall be at high festivals,

(They fight. Before the kings and queens of France.
Tal. Heavens, can you suffer bell so to prevail! | No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage, But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, Come in; and let us banquet royally,
But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. After this golden day of victory: (Flourish. Exe.

Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
Go, go; cheer up thy hunger-starved men;

Help Salisbury to make his testament:
This day is ours, as many more shall be.

SCENE I.-The same. Enter, to the gates, a (Pucelle enters the town, with soldiers.

French Sergeant, and two Sentinels. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;

Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant : I know not where I am, nor what I do:

If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists: Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. 3 So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, Sent. Sergeant, you shall. (Exit Serg.) Thus Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.

are poor servitors They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs; (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,) Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.

(A short alarum.

Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, and forces, Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, Or tear the lions out of England's coat;

with scaling-ladders; their drums beating a

dead march. Renounce your soil, give sheep in lion's stead : Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Tal. Lord regent,--and redoubted Burgundy,Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,

By whose approach, the regions of Artois, As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.

Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us, [Alarum. Another skirmish. || This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, It will not be :-Retire into your trenches : Having all day carous'd and banqueted :

Embrace we then this opportunity; (1) Dirty wench.

As fitting best to quittance their deceit, (2) The superstition of those times taught, that Contrir'd by art, and baleful sorcery. he who could draw a witch's blood was free from

(3) The same as guard-room.

her power.


Scene II.


Bed. Coward of France !-how much he wrongs || I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
his fame,

About relieving of the sentinels :
Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,

Then how, or which way, should they first break in? To join with witches, and the help of hell. Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case, Bur. Traitors have never other company.- How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure?

Tal. A maid, they say.

But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.

A maid? and be so martial ? || And now there rests no other shift but this,-
Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long; || To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d,
If underneath the standard of the French, And lay new platforms2 to endamage them.
She carry armour, as she hath begun.
Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with || Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, A
spirits :

Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their

clothes behind.
God is our fortress; in whose conquering name,
Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks. Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. || The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess,

For I have loaden me with many spoils,
That we do make our entrance several ways; Using no other weapon but his name.

That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
The other yet may rise against their force.

SCENE II.Orleans. Within the town. Enter
Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner.

Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain, and

And I to this.
Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled,

Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
Of English Henry, shall this night appear

(Retreat sounded.
How much in duty I am bound to both.

Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;

And here advance it in the market-place,
(The English scale the walls, crying St. George ! || The middle centre of this cursed town.-
a Talbot! and all enter by the town.

Now have I paid my vow unto his soul ;
Sent. (Within.) Arm, arm! the enemy doth make For every drop of blood was drawn from him,

There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.
The French leap over the walls in their shirts. What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,

And, that hereafter ages may behold
Enter, several ways, Bastard, Alençon, Reignier, || Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
half ready, and half unready.

A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
Alen. How now, my lords ? what, all unreadyl so? | Upon the which, that every one may read,
Bast. Unready ? ay, and glad we'scap'd so well. Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans;
Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our | The treacherous manner of his mournful death,

And what a terror he had been to France.
Hearing alaruins at our chamber-doors.

But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, || I muse, 3 we met not with the dauphin's grace,
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise

His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc;
More venturous, or desperate, than this. Nor any of his false confederates.

Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight
Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.

Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, how he Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds,

They did, amongst the troops ví armed men,
Enter Charles and La Pucelle.

Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern,
Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night.)

Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? || Am sure, I scar'd the dauphin, and his trull;
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,

When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
Make us partakers of a little gain,

Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,
That now our loss might be ten times so much! That could not live asunder day or night.
Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his | After that things are set in order here,

We'll follow them with all the power we have.
At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail,

Enter a Messenger.
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?- Mess. All hail, my lords ! which of this princely
Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,

This sudden mischief never could have fall'n. Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts

Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default; So much applauded through the realm of France?
That, being captain of the watch to-night,

Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak with Did look no better to that weighty charge.

Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne,
As that whereof I had the government,

With modesty admiring thy renown,
We had not been thus shamefully surpris'd. By me entreats, good lord, thou would'st vouchsafe
Bast. Mine was secure.

To visit her poor castle where she lies ;4

And so was mine, my lord. That she inay boast, she hath beheld the man
Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night,|| Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, Bir. Is it even so? Nay, then, I sec, our wars

(1) Undressed. (2 Plans, schemes. (3) Wouder. (4) i, e. Where she dwells.

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