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Wounds' will I lend the French instead of Eyes,
Enter to them another Meffenger.
[Exit, Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all fly to him? O, whither shall we fly from this Reproach?
Glo. We will not fly, but to our Enemies Throats. Bedford, if thou be sack, I'll fight it out.
Bedi Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? An Army aave I mufter'd in my Thoughts, Wherewich already France is over-run.
Enter a Third Messenger. 3 Mel. My Gracious Lords, to add to your Laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's Hea: se, I must inform you of a dismal bight Betwixt the ftout Lord Talbot and the French.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame, is't fo? 3 Mej. O no; wherein Lord Talbot was o’erthrown, The Circumstance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of August laft, this dreadful Lord, Retiring from the Siege of Orleans, Having scarce full fix thousand in his Troop, By three and twenty thousand of the French Was round encompassed, and set upon; No leisure had he to enrank his Men. He wanted Pikes to fer before his Archers; Instead whereof, Aharp Stakes pluckt out of Hedges They pitched in the Ground confufedly, To keep the Horsemen off from breaking in. More than three hours the Fighe continued ; Where valiant Talbot, above human Thought, Enacted Wonders with his Sword and Lance. Hundreds he sent to Hell, and none durft ftand him : Here, there, and every where enrag'd he flew.
The French exclaim'd, the Devil was in Arms,
grew the general Wrack and Massaere;
Bed. Is Talbot flain then? I will slay my self,
3 Mef. Ono, he lives, but is took Prisoner, And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford; Most of the reft slaughter'd, or took likewise.
Bed. His Ransom there is none but I shall pay.
my Mafters, to my Task will. I,
3 Mej. So you had need, for Orleans is belieg'd,
Exe. Remember, Lords, your Oaths to Henry sworn :
Bed. I do remember it, and here take leave, To go about my Preparation.
[Exit Bedford Glo. I'll to the Tower with all the hafte 1 can, To view the Artillery and Munition, And then I will proclaim young Henry King:
[Exit Gloucester Exe. To Eltam will I, where the young King is, Being ordain'd his special Governor, And for his Safety there I'll best devise.
[Exit. Win. Each hath his place and Function to attend : I am left out; for me nothing remains : But long I will not be Jack out of Office, The King from Eltam I intend to fend, And sit at chiefest ftern of publick Weal. (Exit, Enter Charles, Alenfon, and Reignier, marching with a
Drum and Soldiers, Char. Mars his trụe moving, even as in the Heav'ns, . So in the Earth, to this Day is not known. Late did he line upon the English fide: Now we are Victors, upon us he smiles. What Towns of any moment, but we have? At pleasure here we lye, near Orleans: Otherwhiles, the familh'd English, like pale Ghosts, Faintly beliege ús one Hour in a Month,
Alen. They want their Porredge, and their fat Bull- Beevese Either they must be dieted like Mules, And have their Provender tyd to their Mouchs, Or piteous they will look like drowned Mice. Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear: Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury, And he may well in fretting spend his Gall, Nor Men, nor Mony hath he to make War.
Char. Sound, sound Alarum, we will rufa on them, Now for the Honour of the forlorn French:. Him I forgive my Death that killeth me; When he fees me go back one foot, or Ay. [Exeunt. (Here Alarm, they are beaten back by the English, wiele
Enter Charles, Alenson, And Reignier. Char. Who ever saw the like? What Men bave 1? Dogs, Cowards, Dastards: I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midit ну
Enemies. Reig. Salisbury is a desperate Homicide, Hc fighteth as one weary of his Life:
Two other Lords, like Lions wanting Food,
Alen. Froylard, a Countryman of ours, records,
Char. Let's leave this Town,
Reig. I think by some odd Gimmals or Device
Enter the Bastard of Orleans.
Baft. Methinks your Looks are fad, your Chear appald. Hath the late Overthrow wrought this Offence ? Be not dismay'd, for Succour is at hand: A holy Maid hither with me I bring, Which by a Vifion sent to her from Hear'n, Ordained is to raise this tedious Siege, And drive the English forth the bounds of France : The Spirit of deep Prophesie she hath, Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome: What's past, and what's to come, she can descry.
Speak, thall I call her in? Believe my Words,
Dáu. Go, call her in; but first, to try.lier Skill,
Enter Joan la Pucelle,
Pucet. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me? Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind, I know thee well, though never feen before. Be not amaz’d, there's nothing hid from me: In private will I talk with thee apart: Stand back, you Lords, and give us leave a while.
Reig. She takeş upon her bravely at first Dash.
Pucel. Dauphin, I am by Birth a Shepherd's Daughter, My Wit untraind in any kind of Art: Heav'n and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd To shine on my contemptible Efate. Lo, whilft I waited on my tender Lambs, And to Suns parching heat display'd my Cheeks, God's Mother deigned to appear to me. And in a Vifion full of Majesty, Willd me to leave my base Vocation, And free my Country from Calamity : Her Aid the promis'd, and aflur'd Success. In compleat Glory the reveals her felf; And whereas I was black and swart before, With those clear Rays which she infus'd on me, That Beauty am I blest with, which you see. Ask me what question thou canst possible, And I will answer unpremeditated: My Courage try by Combat, if thou dar'it, And thou shalt find that I exceed my Sex. Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate, If thou receive me for thy warlike Mate.
Dau. Thou hast aftonish'd me with thy high terms: Only this proof I'll of thy Valour make, In single Combat thou shalt buckle with me; And if thou vanquishest, thy Words are true,