How fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs! Thy promises are like Adonis' garden, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess! Recover'd is the town of Orleans; More bleffed hap did ne'er befall our state. Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout, thetown? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, When they fhall hear how we have play'd the men. After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Exeunt. Enter a Serjeant of a band, with two Centinels. Serjeant. Irs, take your places, and be vigilant. Near to the wall, by fome apparent fign Cent. Serjeant, you fhall. [Exit Serjeant.] Thus are poor fervitors, When others fleep upon their quiet beds, As fitting best to quittance their deceit, Bed. Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame, Defpairing of his own arms fortitude, To join with witches and the help of hell! Bed. A maid? and be fo martial? Bur. Pray God fhe prove not mafculine ere long! If underneath the standard of the French She carry armour, as fhe hath begun. Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with fpirits; God is our fortrefs, in whofe conqu❜ring name Bur. I to this. Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right [grave. Of English Henry, shall this night appear How much in duty I am bound to both. Cent. within.] Arm, arm; the enemy doth make ́affault. [The English, Scaling the walls, cry, St George-! a Talbot! The French leap o'er the walls in their firts. Enter, feveral ways, Baftard, Alanfon, Reignier, half ready and half unready. * Alan. How now, my Lords? what all unready Baft. I think this Talbot is a fiend of hell. Baft. Tut! holy Joan was his defenfive guard. Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Didft thou at firft, to flatter us withal, Make us partakers of a little gain, That now our lofs might be ten times as much? Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? At all times will you have my pow'r alike? Unready was the current word in thofe times for 22dreffed. Johnfon. As that whereof I had the government, We had not been thus fhamefully furpriz'd. Reig. And fo was mine, my Lord. Char. And for myself, most part of all this night, Then how, or which way, fhould they first break in? Within the walls of Orleans. Alarm. Enter a Soldier, crying, a Talbot! a Tal bot! they fly, leaving their cloaths behind. Sol. I'll be fo bold to take what they have left. The cry of Talbot ferves me for a sword; For I have loaden me with many fpoils, Ufing no other weapon but his name. [Exit. Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Here found retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. [Retreat. Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury, And here advance it in the market place, The middle centre of this curfed town. Now have I pay'd my vow unto his foul; For ev'ry drop of blood was drawn from him, There have at least five Frenchmen dy'd to-night. And that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, Within their chiefeft temple I'll erect A tomb wherein his corps shall be interr'dy VOL. VI. C Upon the which that every one may read, The treach'rous manner of his mournful death, I muse we inet not with the Dauphin's Grace, Bed. 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began, -Rous'd on the fudden from their drowsy beds, That could not live afunder day or night. After that things are fet in order here, We'll follow them with all the pow'r we have. Meff. All hail, my Lords. Which of this princely Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts [train So much applauded through the realm of France? Tal. Here is the Talbot, who would speak with him? Mel The virtuous lady, Countefs of Auvergne, With modefty admiring thy renown, By me intreats, great Lord, thou wouldst vouchfafe That fhe may boaft fhe hath beheld the man Bur. Is it ev'n fo? nay, then, I see our wars Tal. Ne'er truft me then; for when a world of men |