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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;
And free my country from calamity :
In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
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,
My courage try by combat, if thou dar’st,
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.
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,
Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
'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.
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
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.
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
FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.
Because he is protector of the realm;
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
(Here they skirmish again. Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
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
The scare-crow that affrights our children so.
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away :- That they suppos'd, I could rend bars of steel,
That walk'd about me every minute-while;
But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;
Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and sir William Glansdale,
Where is best place to make our battery next.
Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
Or with slight skirmishes enfeebled.
(Shot from the town. Salisbury and Sir
Thomas Gargrave fall.
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,
Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;|| Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
If Salisbury want mercy at thy hands :
Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Thou shalt not die, whiles-
Remember to avenge me on the French.-
(4) Spies. or staves.
(5) So stripped of honours.
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn : You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
The sbame hereof will make me hide my head.
[.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.
A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
In memory of her, when she is dead,
(They fight. Before the kings and queens of France.
Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
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.
FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.
Bed. Coward of France !-how much he wrongs || I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
About relieving of the sentinels :
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?
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
A maid? and be so martial ? || And now there rests no other shift but this,-
Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their
For I have loaden me with many spoils,
SCENE II.—Orleans. Within the town. Enter
Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain, and
And I to this.
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
And here advance it in the market-place,
Now have I paid my vow unto his soul ;
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.
And, that hereafter ages may behold
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
And what a terror he had been to France.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc;
Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight
They did, amongst the troops ví armed men,
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern,
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? || Am sure, I scar'd the dauphin, and his trull;
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,
We'll follow them with all the power we have.
Enter a Messenger.
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default; So much applauded through the realm of France?
Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak with Did look no better to that weighty charge.
With modesty admiring thy renown,
To visit her poor castle where she lies ;4
And so was mine, my lord. That she inay boast, she hath beheld the man
(1) Undressed. (2 Plans, schemes. (3) Wouder. (4) i, e. Where she dwells.