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Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall
I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne,
His crown thall be the ransom of my friend.
Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
Farewel, my masters, to my talk will I.
Bonefires in France forthwith I am to make,
To keep our great St. George's feast withal,
Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
3 Mell. So you had need : for Orleans is beliege'd ;
The English army is grown weak and faint;
The Earl of Salisbury craveth fupply,
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
Since they fo few watch such a multitude,
Exe. Remember, Lords, your oaths to Henry sworn: Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
Bed. I do remember it, and here take leave
To go about my preparation. [Exit Bedford.
Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the hatte I can,
To view th'artillery and ammunition ;
And then I will proclaim young Henry King.
Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young King is,
Being ordain'd his special governor ;
And for his fafety there I'll best devile. [Exit.
Will. Each hath his place and function to attend : I am left out ; for me nothing remains. But long I will not be thus out of office, The King from Eltham I intend to fend, And lit at chiefelt itern of public wcal. [Exit.
SCENE V. Before Orleans in France, Enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier, marching with
a drum and soldiers. Char. Mars his true moving, ev'n as in the hicav'ns, So in the earth to this day is not known. Late did he thine upon the English fide : Now we are viciors, upon us he finiles. What towns of any moment but we have? At pleasure here we lic ncar Orleans : U 1 2
Tho'still the familh'd English, like pale ghosts,
Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat bull-
Either they must be dieted like mules, [beeves;
And have their provender ty'd to their mouths,
Or piteous they will look like drowned mice.
Reig. Let's raise the fiege: why live we idly here?
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 money hath he to make war.
Char. Sound, found alarm: we will rush on them.
Now for the honour of the forlorn French.
Him I forgive my death, that killeth me,
When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. [Exeunt.
[Here alarm, they are beaten back by the English
with great loss.
Re-enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier.
Char. Who ever saw the like what men have I?
Dogs, cowards, daftards! I would ne'er have fled,
But that they left me 'midst enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a defp'rate homicide,
He fighteth as one weary of his life :
The other lords, like lions wanting food,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey:
Alan. Froysard, a countryman of ours, records,
England all Olivers and Rowlands * bred,
During the time Edward the Third did reign.
More truly now may this be verified ;
For none but Sampsons and Goliases
It sendeth forth to skirmish; one to ten!
Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose,
They had such courage and audacity!
Char. Let's leave this town, for they are hair-brain'd
And hunger will inforce them be more eager. [llaves,
* These were two of the moft famous in ihe list of Charlemagre's twelve peers; and their exploits are render'd lo ridicuk vily and equally extravagant by the old romancers, that from thenie arcfe that lasig amongit rur plain and sensible ance.tors, of giving one a Rowland for bis Oliver, to fignify the matching one incredible lye with another.' Mr. W'a burion.
Of old I know them ; rather with their teeth
The walls they'll tear down than forlike the liege.
Reig. I think, by some old gimmals or device,
Their arms are set like clocks, fill to Atrike on;
Elle they could ne'er hold out so as they do.
By my consent we'll e'en let them alone.
Alay. Be it so.
Enter the Bafiard of Orleans.
Baf. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for
Dau. Ballard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
Baft. Methinks your looks are fad, your chear ap :
Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence ?
Be not 'dilimay'd, for succour is at hand :
A holy maid hither with me I bring,
Which by a vilion, fent to her from heav'n,
Ordained is to raise this tedious fiere;
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
The spirit of deep prophecy the hath,
Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome :
What's pult, and what's to come, the can desery.
Speak, thall I call her in? believe my words,
For they are certain and infallible.
Dan. Go, call her in; but first, to try her skill,
Reignier, Itand thou as Dauphin in my place;
Queition her proudly, let thy looks bettern:
By this means thall we found what ikill the bath.
SCENE VI. Enter Joan la Pucelle.
Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous,
Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinket to beguile me?
Where is tlie Dauphin? come, come from behind;
I know thee well, tho' never seen before.
Be not amar'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,
* There were no nine Sihyls of Rune: but he ion unds things, and m.flakes the top the mire broks of buyiline oracies, browshoe 100s of ine Tarquins. Mi Warburton.
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash. Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a fhepherd's daughter, My wit untrain’d in any kind of art : Heav'n and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd To shine on my contemptible estate. Lo, whilft I waited on my tender lambs, And to fun's parching heat display'd my cheeks, God's mother deigned to appear to me; And, in a vision full of majesty, Willd me to leave my base yocation, And free my country froin calamity: Her aid she promis'd, and alur'd success. In compleat 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
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
And I will answer unpremeditated.
My courage try by combat, if thoa dar'ft,
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 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.
Pucel. 'I am prepar’d; here is my keen-edg'd sword, Deckd with fine flow'r-de-luces on each side; The which, at Tourain, in St. Catharine's church, Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth. [man. Dau. Then come o'God's name, for I fear no woPucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.
[Here they fight, and Joan la Pucelle overcomes, Dan. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon, And fighteit with the sword of Debora. Pucel. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too
weak. Dai. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help Impatiently I burn with thy defire;
[me: My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd; Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be fo,
Let me thy fervant and not sovereign be ;
'Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus.
Pucel. I must not yield to any rites of love,
For my profetiion's facred from above :
When I have chaced all thy foes from hence,
Then will I think upon a recompence.
Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy proftrate
Reig. My Lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
Alån. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
Elle ne'er could he fo long protract his speech.
Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
Alan. He may mean more than we poor men do,
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?
Pucel. Why, no, I tay; distrustful recreants !
Fight till the last galp, for I'll be your guard.
Dau. What the fays I'll confirm; we'll fight it out.
Pucel. Allign'd I am to be the Englith icourge.
This night the liege assuredly I'll raile :
Expect Saint Martin's fummer, Halcyon days,
Since I have enter'd thus into these wars,
• Glory is like a circle in the water ;
• Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
"Till by broad spreading it ditperfe to nought.
With Henry's death the Englith circle ends;
Dispersed are the glories it included.
Now am I like that proud infulting thip,
Which Cesar and his fortune bore at once.
Dau. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove ?
Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
Melen the mother of great Constantine,
Nor yet St. Philip's daughters *, were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worthip thee?
allan. Leave ofl delays, and let us raise the fiege.
* Meaning the four daughters of Philip, mentioned Afts xxi, who, had all the gift of prophelying; he bring thore allo called Pbilipria Hvangelift.