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France. Before Orleans.
Enter CHARLES, with his Forces; ALENÇON,
REIGNIER, and Others.
Reig. Let's raise the siege; Why live we idly here?
Chur. Sound, sound alarum; we will rush on them.
Alarums ; Excursions; afterwards a Retreat.
Re-enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, REIGNIER, and
Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have
Rrig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide ;
Alen. Froissard, a countryman of ours, records,
brain'd slaves, And hunger will enforce them to be more eager : Of old I know them ; rather with their teeth The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege.
Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals 7 or device, Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on; Else ne'er could they hold out so, as they do. By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone.
Alen. Be it so.
6 i.e. The prey for which they are hungry. ? A gimmal is a piece of jointed work, where one piece moves within another; here it is taken at large for an engine. feats ? Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile
Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Bast. Where's the prince Dauphin, I have news
for him. Char. Bastards of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Bast. Methinks, your looks are sad, your cheer?
to try her skill,
Enter La PUCELLE, Bastard of Orleans, and Others. Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous
This was not in former times a term of reproach.
Where is the Dauphin?-come, come from behind;
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter, My wit untrain’d in any kind of art. Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd To shine on my contemptible estate : Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs, And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks, God's mother deigned to appear to me; And, in a vision full of majesty, Will'd me to leave
Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms;
* Be firmly persuaded of it.
Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.
Puc. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd sword, Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side ; The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's church
yard, Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth.
Chai. Then come o'God's name, I fear no wo
Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.
[They fight. Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon, And fightest with the sword of Deborah. Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too
weak. Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help
Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,
thrall. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her
smock; Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no