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Glo. Piel'd priest, * dost thou command me May. I'll call for clubs,* if you will not to be shut out?
away: Win. I do, thou most usurping proditoret This cardinal is more haughty than the devil. And not protector of the king or realm.
Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
thou may'st. Thou, that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord; Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin: For I intend to have it, ere long. [Erit. I'll canvast thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
(bear! Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge Good God! that nobles should such stomachst a foot;
I myself fight not once in forty year. (Excunt. This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
SCENE IV.-France.-Before Orleans. To slay thy brother Abel if thou wilt. Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee Enter, on the Walls, the Master-Gunner and back:
his Son. Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans I'll use, to carry thee out of this place.
is besieg'd; Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to And how the English have the suburbs won. thy face.
Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my them,
Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou Blue-coats to tawny-coats.
rul'd by me: your beard;
Chief master-gunner am I of this town; [Gloster und his Men attack the Bishop. Something I must do, to procure me grace :: I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: The prince's espialsş have informed me, Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hát; How the English, in the suburbs close inIn spite of pope or dignities of church,
trench’d, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Wont, through a secret gate of iron bars Win. Gloster, thou’lt answer this before the In yonder tower, to overpeer the city; [tage, pope.
And thence discover, how, with most advanGlo. Winchester goose, I cry—a rope! a They may vex us, with shot, or with assault. rope!
[stay?- To intercept this inconvenience, Now beat them hence. Why do you let them A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd; Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's And fully even these three days have I watch'u, array.
If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch, Out, tawny coats !-ont, scarlet|| hypocrite ! For I can stay no longer. Here a great Tumult. In the midst of it, Enter And thou shalt tind me at the governor's,
If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word; the MAYOR of London, and Officers.
Erit. May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no magistrates,
care ; Thus contumeliously should break the peace! I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them. Glo. Peace, mayor; thou know’st little of Enter, in an upper Chamber of a Tower, the my wrongs:
Lords SALISBURY and Talbot, Sir WILLIAM Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
GLANSDALE, Sir Thomas GARGRAVE, and
others. Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens; One that still motions war, and never peace,
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; | How wert thou handled, being prisoner? That seeks to overthrow religion,
Or by what means got’st thou to be releas'd? Because he is protector of the realm;
Discourse, I pr’ythee, on this turret's top. And would have armour here out of the Tower,
Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. Called--the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles; Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but for him I was exchang’d and ransomed.
blows. [Here they skirmish aguin. But with a baser man of arms by far, fine: May. Nought rests for me, in this tumul- Once, in contempt, they would have barter's, tuous strife,
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death But to make open proclamatiou:
Rather than I would be so pil'd esteemed.|| Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst. In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd. [heart!
But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my Off. All manner of men, assembled here in arms this day, against God's peace and the king's, If I now had him brought into my power.
Whom with my bare fists I would execute, we charge and command you, in his highness' name, to repuir to your sereral dwelling-places;
Sul. Yet tell’st thou not, how thou wert en. and not to wear, hundle, or use, any suord,
tertain'd. weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of
Tal. With scoffs, and scorps, and contume
lious taunts. death.
In open market-place produc'd they me, Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: To be a public spectacle to all; But we shall meet, and break our minds at Here, said they, is the terror of the French, large.
The scare-crow that affrights our children so. Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, | And with my nails digg'd stones out of the
Then broke I from the officers that led me; be sure: Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work.
* That is, for peace-officers armed with clubs or sares. * Alluding to his sharen crown. + Traitor, * Sift.
A strumpet. || An allusion to the Bishop's habit. 11 So stripped of honours.
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
Is come with a great power to raise the siege. My grisly countenance made others fly;
[SALISBURY groans. None durst come near for fear of sudden Tul. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth death.
groan ! In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.So great fear of my name 'mongst them was Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you :spread,
Pucelle or puzzel,* dolphin or dogfish, That they suppos’d, I could rend bars of steel, Your hearts I'll 'stamp out with my horse's And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
heels, Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had, And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.That walk'd about me every minute-while; Convey me Salisbury into his tent, And if I did but stir out of my bed,
And then we'll try what these dastardly Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
Frenchmen dare. Sul. I grieve to hear what torments you
[Exeunt, beuring out the Bodies. endur'd; But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.
SCENE V.- The same- -Before one of the Gates. Now it is supper-time in Orleans : [one, Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbot pursueth the Here, through this grate, I can count every DAUPHIN, and driveth him in: then enter And view the Frenchmen how they fortily; JOAN LA Prcelle, driving Englishmen before Let us look in, the sight will much delight her. Then enter TALBOT. thee.
(dale, Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glans
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and Let me have your express opinions,
my force ? Where is best place to make our battery next.
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them. stand lords.
Enter La Pucelle. Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the Here, here she comes :- I'll have a bout with bridge.
thee; Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish’d,
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee : Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
Blood will I draw on thee,t thou art a witch, [Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and Sir | And straightway give thy soul to him thou Tuo. GARGRAVE fall.
serv'st. Sal, O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must dissinners!
[They fight. Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful
Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail ?
(age, man! Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly And from my shoulders crack my arms asun
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courhath cross'd us?
der, Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men? One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck
Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet or! Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,
I must go victual Orleans forthwith. That have contriv'd this woeful tragedy!
O’ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. In thirteen battles Salisbury o’ercame;
Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starved men; Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars;
Help Salisbury to make his testament: Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck
This day is ours, as many more shall be.
[Pucelle enters the Town, with Soldiers. up,
[field.His sword did ne'er leave striking in the
Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's
wheel; Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech I know not where I am, nor what I do:
doth fail, One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace: Drives back our troops, and conquers, as she
A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
(stench, Heaven be thou gracious to none alive,
So bees with smoke, and doves with poisome If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands !
Are from their hives, and houses, driven away. Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it,
They call'd us, for our fierceness, English Sir Thomas Gargrave hast thou any life?
dogs; Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
[A short Alarum. Thou shalt not die, whilesHe beckons with his hand, and smiles on me;
Hark, countrymen? either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England's coat; As who should say, When I am dead and gone, Renounce your soil, give sheep in lion's stead: Remember to avenge me on the French.Plantagenet, I will; and Nero-like,
Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard, Wretched shall France be only in my name.
As you fly from your oft subdued slaves. [Thunder heard ; afterwards an Alarum. It will not be:-Retire into your trenches:
[Alarum. Another Skirmish. What stir is this? What tumult's in the hea
You all consented unto Salisbury's death, vens?
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise?
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
* A dirty wench. The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle
+ The superstition of those times taught, that he who A holy prophetess, new risen up,
could draw a witch's blood was free from her power.
The shame hereof will make me hide my head. | Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, [ Alarum. Retreut. E.reunt Talbot and his to join with witches, and the help of hell. Forces, &c.
Bur. Traitors have never other company.
But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so SCENE VI.-The same.
pure? Enter, on the Walls, PucELLE, CHARLES, Tal. A maid, they say. REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and Soldiers.
Bed. A maid! and be so martial! Puc. Advance our waving colours on the
Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere walls;
long; Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves:
If underneath the standard of the French, Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform’d her word. She carry armour, as she hath begun. Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's
Tal. Well, let them practise and converse daughter,
with spirits : How shall I honour thee for this success ?
God is our fortress; in whose conquering name, Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,
Let us resolve to scale their flintý bulwarks. That one day bloom’d, and fruitful were the
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow
thee. next.France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!- That we do make our entrance several ways;
Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess, Recover'd is the town of Orleans: More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
That, if it chance the one of us do fail, Reig. Why ring not out
the bells throughout the other yet may rise against their force. the town?
Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner.
Bur. And I to this.
Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make
his grave.To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. Alen. All France will be replete with mirth Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right and joy,
Of English Henry, shall this night appear When they shall hear how we have play'd the How much in duty I am bound to both. Char. "T'is Joan, not we, by whom the day is
[The English scale the Walls, crying St. won;
George! a Talbot! and all enter by the Town. For which, I'will divide my crown with her : And all the priests and friars in my realm
Sent. [Within.] Arm, arm! the enemy doth Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.
make assault! A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear, Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was:
The French leap over the Walls in their Shirts.
Enter, several ways, BASTARD, ALENÇON, In memory of her, when she is dead,
REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready. Her ashes, in an urn more precious Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius,
Alen. How now, my lords? what, all unTransported shall be at high festivals
ready* so? Before the kings and queens of France.
Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,
well. But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave Come in; and let us banquet royally,
our beds, After this golden day of victory.
Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. [Flourish. Exeunt. Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize (arnis, ACT II.
More venturous, or desperate than this. SCENE 1.-The same.
Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Enter to the Gates, a French Sergeant, and
Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour
him. two SENTINELS.
Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, how Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant:
he sped. If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, Near to the walls, by some apparent sign,
Enter CHARLES, and La Pucelle. Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.* Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive 1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit Ser
guard. GEANT.] Thus are poor servitors
Chur. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,)
dame? Constrain’d to watch in darkness, rain, and Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, cold.
Make us partakers of a little gain,
That now our loss might be ten times so much? Enter Talbot, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and for
Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with ces, with scaling Ladders; their Drums beat
his friend? ing a dead march.
At all times will you have my power alike? Tul. Lord regent,--and redoubted Burgun- Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail, dy,
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?By whose approach, the regions of Artois, Improvident soldiers! had your watch been Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,
good, This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, This sudden mischief never could have fallin. Having all day carous'd and banquetted : Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your deEmbrace we then this opportunity;
fault; As fitting best to quittance their deceit, That, being captain of the watch to-night, Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery.
Did look no better to that weighty charge. Bed. Coward of France !-how much he Alen. Had all your
quarters been as safely wrongs his fame,
As that whereof I had the government, skept, The same as guard-room.
We had not been thus shamefully surpriz'd. Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak Bust. Mine was secure.
with him? Reig. And so was mine, my lord.
Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of AuChar. And, for myself, 'most part of all this with modesty admiring thy renown,, (vergne, night,
By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchWithin her quarter, and mine own precinct,
safe I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
To visit her poor castle where she lies ;* About relieving of the sentinels:
That she may boast, she hath beheld the man Then how, or which way, should they first Whose glory fills the world with loud report. break in?
Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see, our wars Puc. Quest my lords, no further of the Will turn into a peaceful comic sport, case,
[place When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.--How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. But weakly guarded, where the breach was Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world made.
of men And now there rests no other shift but this,- Could not prevail with all their oratory, To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled :And lay new platforms* to endamage them. And therefore tell her, I return great thanks;
And in submission will attend un her.-Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, a Will not your honours bear me company?
Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leuring their Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will: Clothes behind.
And I have heard it said,--Unbidden guests Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have Are often welcomest when they are gone. left.
Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remeThe cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. (dy, For I have loaden me with many spoils,
Come bither, captain. ( Whispers.)-You perUsing no other weapon but bis name. [Erit.
ceive my mind.
Capt. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. SCENE II.-Orleans.-Within the Town.
(Exeunt. Enter Talbot, Bedford, BURGUNDY, a CAPTAIN, and others.
SCENE III.-Auvergne.--Court of the Castle. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is Enter the Countess and her PORTER.
fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
[to me. [Retreat sounded. And, when you have done so, bring the keys Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
Port. Madam, I will.
[Exit. And here advance it in the market-place,
Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out The middle centre of this cursed town.
I shall as famous be by this exploit, [right, Now have I paid my vow unto his soul; As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death. For every drop of blood was drawn from him, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, There hath at least five Frenchmen died to And his achievements of no less account: And, that hereafter ages may behold (night. Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
ears, Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
To give their censuret of these rare reports. A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr’d:
Enter MESSENGER and Talbot.
Count. And he is welcome. What! is this I muse,t we met not with the Dauphin's grace;
the man? His new.come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; Mess. Madam, it is. Nor any of his false confederates.
Count. Is this the scourge of France ? Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, fight began,
That with his name the mothers still their Rous’d on the sudden from their drowsy beds, I see, report is fabulous and false : (babes? They did, amongst the troops of armed men, I thought, I should have seen some Hercules, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. A second'Hector, for his grim aspect,
Bur. Myself, (as far as I could well discern, And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night)
Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: Am sure, I scar'd the Dauphin, and his trull; It cannot be, this weak and writhledt shrimp When arm in arm they both came swiftly run. Should strike such terror to his enemies. Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,... [ning, Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble That could not live asunder day or night.
you : After that things are set in order here, But, since your ladyship is not at leisure, We'll follow them with all the power we have. I'll sort some other time to visit you.
Count. What means he now?-Go ask him, Enter a MESSENGER.
whither he goes. Mess. All bail, my lords! which of this
Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady princely train Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
To know the cause of your abrupt departure. So much applauded through the realm of
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, France?
I go to certify her, Talbot's here.
# For opinion. + Wonder
* I. e. Where she dwells. * Plans, schemes,
Re-enter Porter, with Keys.
Plan. Then say at once, If I maintain'd the
truth; Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error? Tal. Prisoner! to whom?
Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law; Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord ; And for that cause I train’d thee to my house. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.
And never yet could frame my will to it; Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, For in my gallery thy picture hangs :
Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then
between us. But now the substance shall endure the like; And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
War. Between two hawks, wbich flies the higher pitch,
(mouth, That hast by tyranny, these many years, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
Between two blades, which bears the better And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
(best, Tal. Ha, ha, ha!
Between two horses, which doth bear him Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth Between two girls, which hath the merriest sball turn to moan.
[ment: Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond,*
I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgeTo think that you have aught but Talbot's sha- But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Whereon to practise your severity. (dow, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. Count. Why, art not thou the man?
Plan. Tút, tut, here is a mannerly forbear. Tal. I am indeed. Count. Then have I substance too.
The truth appears so naked on my side, Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
That any purblind eye may find it out. You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here;
Som. And on my side it is so well apparellid, For what you see, is but the smallest part
So clear, so shining, and so evident, And least proportion of humanity:
That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
to speak, Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.
In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: Count. This is a riddling merchant for the Let him, that is a true-born gentleman, nonce;t
And stands upon the honour of his birth, He will be here, and yet he is not here: How can these contrarieties agree?
If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. Tal. That will I show you presently.
Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no fiatHe winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a peal of
terer, Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Soi. But dare maintain the party of the truth, diers.
Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
Wur. I love no colours;t and, without all How say you, madam? are you now persuaded,
Of base insinuating flattery,
(colour That Talbot is but shadow of himself? These are his substance, sinews, arms, and I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet.
Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Sostrength,
merset; With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
And say withal, I think he held the right.
Ver. Stay, lords, and gentlemen: and pluck And in a moment makes them desolate.
no more, Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse: Till you conclude-that he, upon whose side I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited, t The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree, And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Shall yield the other in the right opinion, Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
Som. Good master Vernon, it is well object. For I am sorry, that with reverence
If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. (ed;t I did not entertain thee as thou art.
Plan. And I.
Ver. Then, for the truth and plajdness of the The outward composition of his body.
case, What you have done, hath not offended me:
I pluck this pale, and maiden blossom here, No other satisfaction do I crave,
Giving my verdict on the white rose side. But only (with your patience,) that we may
Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it Taste of your wine, and see what cates you Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
have; For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
And fall on my side so against your will. Count. With all my heart: and think me
Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed, honoured
Opinion shall be surgeon to ny hurt, To feast so great a warrior in my house.
And keep me on the side where still I am.
Som. Well, well, come on: Who else? (Exeunt.
Law. Unless my study and my books be false, SCENE IV.-London.-The Temple Garden.
The argument you held, was wrong in you ;
[To SOMERSET. Enter the Earls of Somerset, SUFFOLK, and in sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.
WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VER- Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your arguNON, and another LAWYER.
ment? Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means
Som. Here, in my scabbard ; meditating that, this silence ?
Shall die your white rose in a bloody red. Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
Plan. Meantime, your cheeks do counterfeit Suff. Within the temple hall we were too
our roses; The garden here is more convenient. [loud;
* 1. e. Regulate his motions most adroitly. * Foolish
+ For a purpose.
+ Tints and deceits : a play on the woru. ced loudly.