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Char. Mean time, 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 very long in talk. Wood. I Within.] Have patience, noble duke : Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her
I may not open :
The cardinal of Winchester forbids :
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 :
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, 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, 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, Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? If thou proceed in this thy insolence. Though with an eagle art inspired then.
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:
sace ? No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. (Exe. Draw, men, for all this privileged place; SCENE III.-London. Hill before the Tover.
Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your
beard; Enter, at the gates, the Duke of Gloster, with
[Gloster and his men attack the bishop. his serving-men in blue coats.
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 hät; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.3 In spite of pope or dignities of church, Where be these warders, that thev wait not bere? 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 ! I Ward. [Within.) Who is there that knocks so Now beat them hencc, why do you let them stay?imperiously
Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.-1 Sery. It is the noble duke of Gloster,
Out, tawney-coats !-out, scarlet® hypocrite! 2 Ward. (Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in,
Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, enter 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 : We do no otherwise than we are will’d.
Thus contumeliously should break the peace ! Glo. Who willed you ? or whose will stands but mine?
Glo. Peace, mayor ; thou knowest little of my
wrongs : There's none protector of the realm, but I.. Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize :
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king
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 Tower 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. Gioned in Acts xxi. 9.
(9) An allusion to the bishop's habit.
Because he is protector of the realm;
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death, And would have armour here out of the Tower, Rather than I would be so pild esteemid." To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd. Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. But, 0! the treacherous Fastolle wounds my heart!
(Here they skirmish again. Whom with my bare fists I would execute, May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous IC I now had him brought into my power. strife,
Sal. Yet tellist thou not, how thou wert enter But to make open proclamation:
tain'd. Come, Officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.
Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious Of Au manner of men, assembled here in arms In open markel-place produc'd they me,
taunts. this day, againsi God's peace and the king's, 2 To be a public spectacle to all; charge and command you, in his highness' name, Here, said they, is the terror of the French, to repair to your several dwelling-places; and not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon, Then
broke I from the otficers that led me;
The scarc-crow that affrights our children so. or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of death.
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground, Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: To hurl at the beholders of my shame. But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. My grisly countenance made others fly; Win, Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be Nóne durst come near for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure ;
May. I'll call for clubs,' if you will not away:- That they supposed, I could rend bars of steel,
That walk'd about me every minute-while ;
But we will be reveng'd sufficiently. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs bear! Now it is supper-time in Orleans : I myself fight not once in forty year. (Ereunt. Here, through this grate, I can count every one, SCENE IV.-France. Before Orleans. Enter Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify';. on the walls, the Master-Gunner and his Son.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and sir William Glansdale, M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is Let me have your express opinions, besieg'd :
Where is best place to make our battery next. And how the English have the suburbs won. Gar. I think, at the north gate ; for there stand Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
lords. Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, by me:
Or with slight skirmishes enfeebled. Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
(Shot from the tovon. Salisbury and Sir Something I must do, to procure me grace::
Thomas Gargrave fall. The prince's espials have inform'd me,
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners ! How the English, in the suburbs close entrench'd, Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;
cross'd us? And thence discover, how, with most advantage, Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; They may vex us, with shot, or with assault. How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men! To intercept this inconvenience,
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off! A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd; Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand, And fully even these three days have I watch'd, That hath contrived this woful tragedy ! If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch, In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame; For I can stay no longer.
Henry thc Fifth he first trained to the wars ; If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word; Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up, And thou shalt find me at the governor's. [Exit. His sword did ne'er Icave striking in the field.
Son. Father, I warrant you ; take you no care ; Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury ? though thy speech doth I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
fail, Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the Lords The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
One eye thou hast to look to heaven for grace:
If Salisbury want mercy at thy hands!
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Thou shalt not die, whiles.
As who should say, When I am dead and gone, But with a baser man of arms by far,
Remember to avenge me on the French. Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: Plantaganet, I will; and Nero-like,
(!) That is, for peace-officers armed with clubs (2) Pride. (3) Favour. (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 shame 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 holy prophetess new risen up,-.
celle, Charles, Reignier, Alençon, and soldiórs. 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, hcar, 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 dogfish,
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 SCENE V.-The same. Before one of the gates. Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
town? Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbot pursueth the Dauphin, and driveth him in : then enter Joan And feast and banquet in the open streets, la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and enter Talbot.
joy, Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my When they shall hear how we have played the men. force?
Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
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. Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage, But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. ! And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, Come in; and let us banquet royally, But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Exe.
Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
SCENE 1.- The same. Enter, to the gates, e (Pucelle enters the town, with soldiers.
French Sergeant, and wo 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. So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, 1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. (Exit Serg.] Thus Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.
are poor servitors They called 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. Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, and forces, Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
with scaling-ladders; their drims beating á Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
dead march. 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 Contrivå by art, and baleful sorcery. he who could draw a witch's blood was free from her power.
(3) The same as guard-room.
Beds Coward of France !-how much he wrongs (I was employ'd in passing to and fro, his fame,
About relieving of the sentinels : Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
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 weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
A maid ? and be so martial ? And now there rests no other shift but this, Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long: To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, If underneath the standard of the French, And lay new platforms to endamage them. She carry armour, as she hath begun.
Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, A Tal. Well, let them practice and converse with
Talbot ! a Talbot! "They fly, leaving their spirits : 9
Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
For I have loaden me with many spoils,
Using no other weapon but his name. (Exit. That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
SCENE II.-Orleans. Within the town. Enter The other yet may rise against their force. Bed. Agreed ; I'll to yon corner.
Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain, and
And I to this.
Bed. The day begins to break, and night is ded, grave.Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right
Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. or English Henry, shall this night appear
(Retreat sounded. How much in duty I am bound to both.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
And here advance it in the market-place, (The English scale the walls, crying St. George! The middle centre of this cursed town.
a Talbot! and all enter by the town. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul ; Sent. (Within.) Arm, arm! the enemy doth make For every drop of blood was drawn from him, assault!
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.
And, that hercaster 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; More venturous, or desperate, than this.
Nor any of his false confederates. Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Bed. "'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
began, Alen. Here cometh Charles ; 1 marvel, how he Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, sped.
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,
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Am sure, I scard the dauphin and his trull; Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running, Make us partakers of a little gain,
Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves, That now our loss might be ten times so much? That could not live asunder day or night. Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his After that things are set in order here, friend?
We'll follow them with all the power we have. At all times will you have my power alike? Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail,
Enter a Messenger. Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
Mess. All hail, my lords ! which of this princely Improvident soldiers ! had your watch been good,
train This sudden mischief never could have fall’n. Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default; So much applauded through the realm of France ? That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Tal. Here is the Talbot ; who would speak with Did look no better to that weighty charge.
him? Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne, As that whereof I had the government,
With modesty admiring thy renown,
To visit her poor castle where she lies ;4
And so was mine, my lord. That she may boast, she hath beheld the man
Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see, our wars (1) Undressed. (2) Plans, schemes. (3) Wonder. (4) i, e. Where she dwells.
Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
And sent our sons and husbands captivate. When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
Tal. Ha, ha, ha! You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of turn to moan.
Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, Could not prevail with all their oratory,
To think that you have aught but I'albot's shadow, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruld: Whereon to practise your severity. And therefore tell her, I return great thanks ; Count. Why, art not thou the man? And in submission will attend on her.
I am indeed. Will not your honours bear me company ?
Count. Then have I substance too.
For what you see, is but the smallest part
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, Come hither, captain. Whispers.]—You perceive It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, my mind.
Your roof were not sufficient to contain it. Cap. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. Count. This is a riddling merchant for the
(Exeunt. nonce ;
He will be here, and yet he is not here :
Tal. That will I show you presently.
ordnance. The gates being forced, enter soldiers. Port. Madam, I will.
(Exit. Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, I shall as famous be by this exploit, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; And his achievements of no less account;
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
And in a moment makes them desolate. To give their censure' of these rare reports.
Count. Victorious Talbot ! pardon my abuse :
I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited ;5 Enter Messenger and Talbot,
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.' Mess. Madam,
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath ; According as your ladyship desir'd,
For I am sorry, that with reverence By message crav'd, so is lord Talbot come.
I did not entertain thee as thou art. Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the
Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady ; nor misconstrue man?
The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake Mess. Madam, it is.
The outward composition of his body.. Couent.
Is this the scourge of France ? What you have done, hath not offended me: Is this the Talbot, so ruch fear'd abroad,
No other satisfaction do I crave, That with his name the mothers still their babes?
But only (with your patience,) that we may I see, report is fabulous and false,
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have; I thought, I should have seen some Hercules,
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. A second 'Hector, for his grim aspect,
Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Exeunt. Alas! this is a child, a silly dwart: It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp,
SCENE IV.-London. The Temple Garden. Should strike such terror to his enemies.
Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:
Warwick; Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, and But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
another Lawyer. I'll sort some other time to visit you.
Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means Count. What means he now?-Go ask him
this silence ? whither he goes ?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot: for my lady craves Suff. Within the Temple hall we were too loud ; To know the cause of your abrupt departure. The garden here is more convenient.
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth; I go to certify her, Talbot's here.
Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error ?
Suff. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
And never yet could frame my will to it; Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Tal. Prisoner! to whom?
Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord ;
between us. And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
pitch; For in my gallery thy picture hangs :.
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; But now the substance shall endure the like; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Between two horses, which doth bear him best ;* That hast by tyranny, these many years,
Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye; Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment; (1) For opinion. (2) Wrinkled. (5) Announced loudly. (3) Foolish. (4) For a purpose. 6) i, e. Regulate his motions most adroitly.