Puslapio vaizdai

Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while.

Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first


Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,

My wit untraiu'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 my base vocation,
And free my country from calamity:
Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success:
In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
And, whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
That beauty am I bless'd with, which you see.
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
And I will answer unpremeditated:
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,
And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this: Thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

Char. Thou hast astonish'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;
Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.

Puc. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd

Deck'd with five flour-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.

Char. Then come o'God's name, I fear no


Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a [They fight. thou art an


Char. Stay, stay thy hands; 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 me : Impatiently I buru with thy desire; My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd. Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so, Let me thy servant, and not sovereign be; 'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.

Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love, For my profession's sacred from above: When I have chased all thy foes from hence, Then will I think upon a recompense. Char. Meantime, look gracious on thy pros

Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading, it disperse to nonght.
With Henry's death, the English circle ends;
Dispersed are the glories it included.
Now am I like that proud insulting ship,
Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.

trate 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 mean?

Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a duve !* Thou with an eagle art inspired then. Helen, the mother of great Constantine, Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee. Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth, How may I reverently worship thee enough! Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.

Reig. Woman, do what thou cau'st to save our honours;

Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz’d. Char. Presently we'll try :-Come let's away about it:

No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.

Be firmly persuaded of it. + Expect prosperity after misfortune.

Alen. He may mean more than we poor men

do know : These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues. Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise

you on? Shall we give over Orleans or no?

Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants! Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard. Char. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out.

Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. This night the siege assuredly I'll raise: Expect Saint Martin's summer, + halcyon days, Since I have entered into these wars. Glory is like a circle in the water,

[Exeunt, SCENE III.-London.-Hill before the Tower.

Enter, at the Gates, the Duke of GLOSTER, with his Serving-men, in blue coats.

Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. -Where be these warders, that they wait not here ? Open the gates: Gloster it is that calls. [SERVANTS Anock. 1 Ward. [Within.] Who is there that kucks so imperiously?

1 Serv. It is the noble Duke of Gloster. 2 Ward. [Within.] Whoe'er he be you may not be let in.

1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, villains?

1 Ward. [Within.] The Lord protect him! so we answer him: We do no otherwise than we are will'd.

Glo. Who will'd you? or whose will stands but mine?

There's none protector of the realm, but 1.— Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize : Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms!

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Scene III.

Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor,
And not protector of the king or realm.


Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
Thou, that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord;
Thou that giv'st whores + indulgences to sin:
Pil canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
If thou proceed in this thy insolence.

Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge

a foot;

This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
To slay thy brother Abel if thou wilt.
Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee


Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth
I'll use, to carry thee out of this place.
Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to
thy face.

Glo. What am I dar'd, and bearded to my

Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
Priest, beware
Blae-coats to tawny-coats.
your beard;

[GLOSTER and his Men attack the Bishop.
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly:
Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat;
In spite of pope or dignities of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the



May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will
Good God that nobles should such stomachs

I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt.

SCENE IV.-France.-Before Orleans.
Enter, on the Walls, the MASTER-GUNNER

and his SON.


Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans
is besieg'd;
And how the English have the suburbs won.
Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at

But to make open proclamation :-
Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.

Be thou

Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not.
rul'd by me :
Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Something I must do, to procure me grace: +
The prince's espials have informed me,
How the English, in the suburbs close in-

Wont, through a secret gate of iron bars
In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;
And thence discover how, with most advan-

To intercept this inconvenience,
They may vex us, with shot or with assault.
A piece of ordnance 'gainst it Í have plac'd;
And fully even these three days have i watch'd,
For I can stay no longer.
could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch,
If thou spy'st any run and bring me word;
And thou shalt find me at the governor's.

Glo. Winchester goose, I cry-a rope! a
Now beat them hence. Why do you let them
Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's



Out, tawny coats!-out, scarlet || bypocrite!
In the midst of it,
Here a great Tumult.
Enter the MAYOR of London, and Officers.
May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
Glo. Peace, mayor; thou know'st little of
my wrongs:
Here's Beaufort that regards nor God nor king,
Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.

Win. Here's Gloster too a foe to citizens:
One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'ercharging your free purses with large fines;
That seeks to overthrow religion,
Because he is protector of the realm;
And would have armour here out of the Tower

To crown himself king, and suppress the prince.
Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but
blows. [Here they skirmish again.
May. Nought rest for me, in this tumultuous


[Exit. Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no


I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Enter, in an upper Chamber of a Tower,
the Lords SALISBURY and TALBOT, Sir
GRAVE, and others.

Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd?
How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd?
Discourse, I pr'ythee on this turret's top.

Tal. The duke of Bedford bad a prisoner,
Called-the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles;
For him I was exchang'd and rausomed.
But with a baser man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd
which I, disdaining, scorn'd: and craved death
Rather than I would be so pil'd esteemed. §
in fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.

But oh the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart:
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.
Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert en-

Of. All manner of men assembled here in
arms this day, against God's peace and the
king's, we charge and command you, in his
kighness' name, to repair to your several
dwelling places; and not to wear, handle, In open market-place produc'd they me,
or use any sword, weapon, or dagger, hence-To be a public spectacle to all;
forward, upon pain of death.

Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scare-scrow that affrights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me;
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the

Glo. Cardinal, P'll be no breaker of the law:
Bat we shall ineet, and break our minds at

Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear coast

be sure:

Thy heart-blood 1 will have, for this day's work.
Alay. I'll call for clubs, ¶ if you will not


This cardinal is more baughty than the devil.
Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what
thou may'st.

Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head;
For I intend to have it ere long.


Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and coutumelious taunts.


To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grisly countenance inade others fly;
of sudden
None durst come near for fear


In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ;
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was

• Trastor.
The public stews were formerly licen-
sed by the Bishop of Winchester, and their inmates ob-
tarned the name of Winchester geese.
An allusion to the Bishop's habit.
That is, for peace-officers armed with clubs or staves. I

1 Silt.

A struto pet.

That they suppos'd I could rend bars of steel,
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant :
Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
That walk'd about me every minute-while;
And if I did but stir out my bed,
Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

• Pride.

1 Spiess

+ Favour.
So stripped of honours.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you | SCENE V.-The same.-Before one of the endur'd;


But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.
Now it is supper time in Orleans:
Here, through this grate, I can count every


And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;
Let us look in, the sight will much delight

Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?

Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glans-Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; dale, A woman clad in arinour, chaseth them.


Let me have your express opinions,
Where is best place to make our battery next.
Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there
staud lords.

Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the
Tal. For aught I see, this city must be fa-
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

[Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and Sir THO. GARGRAVE fall.

Sal. O Lord have mercy on us, wretched sinners!

Gar. O Lord have mercy on me, woeful


Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath

cross'd us?

Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak;
How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck


Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,
That have contriv'd this woeful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars;
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the


Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech
doth fail,
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for


The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.-
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy bands!--
Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it,-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die, whiles--

Alarum. Skirmishings. TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him in: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter TALBOT.


Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have
gathered head:

The Dauphin with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,—
A holy prophetess, new risen up,-

Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
[SALISBURY groans.
Tal. Hear, bear, how dying Salisbury doth

Here, here she comes :-I'll have a bout with

Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
Blood will draw on thee, thou art a witch,
And straightway give thy soul to him then

[Exeunt, bearing out the Bodies.

A dirty wench.

Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must dis-
grace thee;
[They fight.
Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to pre-

vail ?

My breast I'll burst with straining of my cus


And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,
But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet


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 our's, as many more shall be.


So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome

Are from their hives and houses driven away,
They call'd us, for our fierceness English
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
A short Alarum.
Hark, countrymen ! either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
Renounce your soil, give sheep in lion's stead:
Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf,
Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,

He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me ;

As who should say, When I am dead and gone, As you fly from your oft subdued slaves.

Remember to avenge me on the French.-
Plantagenet, I will; and Nero-like,
Play on the Inte, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched shall France be only in my name.
[Thunder heard afterwards an Alarum.
What stir is this? What tumult's in the hea.

[Alarum. Another Skirmish.
It will not be :-Retire into your trenches:
You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
For one would strike a stroke in his revenge.--
Pucene is enter'd into Orleans,

vens ?

Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise?

In spite of us, or anght that we could do.
O would I were to die with Salisbury!
The shame hereof will make me hide my bead.
[Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt TALBOT and
his Forces, &c.

[PUCELLE enters the Town, with Soldiers. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's


know not where I am, nor what I do : A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, Drives back our troops, and conquers, as she

SCENE VI.-The same.

Enter, on the Walls: PUCELLE, CHARLES,
REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and Soldiers.
Puc. Advance our waving colours on the

Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves:--
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perforin'd her word,
Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's

It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.-
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:-
Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's

And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.-Thy
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
And then we'll try what these dastardly French-

men dare.

How shall I bonour thee for this success?
promises are like Adonis' gardens,
That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the


The superstition of those times tanght, that he who could draw a witch's blood was free from ber power.


Scene V.

France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !
Recover'd is the town of Orleans:

More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout
the town?


Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess,
That we do make our entrauce several 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. And I to this.

Dauphin, command the citizens make boufires,
And feast and banquet in the open streets,
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth
and joy,

When they shall hear how we have play'd the


Char. 'Tis Joan, 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 procession, sing her endless praise.
A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was:
In memory of her, when she is dead,
Her asbes, in an urn more precious
Than the rich-jewell'd coffer of Darius +
Transported shall be at high festivals
Before the kings and queens of France.
No longer on St. Dennis will we cry,
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
Come in; and let us banquet royally,
After this golden day of victory.

[Flourish. Exeunt.


SCENE 1.-The same.

Enter to the Gates, a French SERGEANT, and two SENTINELS.

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

Now Salisbury ! for thee, and for the right
Of English Heury, shall this night appear
How much in duty I am bound to both.

Sent. [Within.] Arm, arm! the enemy doth
make assault!

The French leap over the Walls in their
Shirts. Enter, several ways,
ALENÇON, REIGNIER, half ready, and halj

[The English scale the Walls, crying St.
George! a Talbot! and all enter by the

Alen. How now, my lords? what, all un-
• so?
Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so

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

Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd
Ne'er heard of a warlike enterprize
More venturous, or desperate than this.

Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of

Reig. If not of hell, the heavens sure favour bim.

Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, how he sped.

Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant :
If any noise, or soldier, you perceive,
Near to the walls, by some apparent sign,
Let us have knowlege at the court of guard.
1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit SERGEANT.]]
Thus are poor servitors

(When others sleep upon their quiet beds,)
Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain,
Forces, with scaling 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 best to quittance their deceit,
Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery.

Bed. Coward of France !-how much
wrongs his fame,
Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
To join with witches, and the help of hell.

Bur. Traitors have never other company.--
Est what's that Pucelle, whom they term so

Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, and Make us partakers of a little gain,


Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.

Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame ?

That now our loss might be ten times so much?
Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with
his friend?

At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?-
had your watch been
Improvident soldiers!

good, This sudden mischief never could have fall'n. Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your de fault;


That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely

As that whereof I had the government,
We had not been thus shamefully surpriz'd.
Bast. Mine was secure.

If underneath the standard of the French,
She carry arinour, as she hath begun.

Tal. Well, let them practise and converse
with spirits,
God is our fortress; in whose conquering name,
Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow



Tal. A maid, they say.

Bed. A maid! and be so martial!

Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere I was employ'd in passing to and fro,


About relieving of the sentinels:

Then how, or which way, should they first break in ?

Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the

How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some
But weakly guarded, where

the breach was

Reig. And so was mine, my lord.

Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night,

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And now there rests no other shift but this,
To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd,
And lay new platforms to endamage them.

• Undressed.

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And, that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Within, their chiefest temple I'll erect

Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
[Retreat sounded.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
And here advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre of this cursed town.-
Now have I paid my vow unto his soul!
For every drop of blood was drawn from bim,
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to- To give their




Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
They did, amongst the troops of armed men,
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern,
For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night,)
Am sure I scar'd the Dauphin and his trull;
When arm in arm they both came swiftly run-
Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves, [ning,
That could not live asunder day or night.
After that things are set in order here,
We'll follow them wtih all the power we have.


A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd :
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans;

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And what a terror he had been to France.
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That she may boast, she hath beheld the man
Whose glory fills the world with loud report.

Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
Will turn into a peaceful comic sport,
When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.-
You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world
of men

Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet bath a woman's kindness over-ruled :-
And therefore tell her, I return great thanks;
Aud in submission will attend on her.-
Will not your honours bear me company?

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