Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,
My wit untrain'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 head 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 assured 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 may see. 16
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 sword,
Deck'd with five 18 flower-de-luces on each side;
The which at Touraine, 19 in Saint Katharine's church-yard ,
Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.

Char. Then come, o God's name: I fear no woman.
Puc. And, while I live, I 'll ne'er fly from a man.

Char. Stay, stay thy hands ! thou art an Amazon,
And fightest with the sword of Deborah.

Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.

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[They fight. 20

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Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 't is thou that must help me.
Impatiently I burn with thy desire; 21
My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
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 prostrate thrall.
Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock,

23 Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.

Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean? 24

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, 25
Since I have entered into these wars.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading, it disperse to nought.
With Henry's death the English circle ends ;
Dispersed are the glories it included.
Now am I like that proud insulting 26 ship,
Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.

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21) thy desire = das Verlangen nach Dir, die Liebe zu Dir. So in Othello (A. 4,

Sc. 1) who by selling her desires buys herself bread. 22) Die Fol. schreibt rights of love, was erst die spätern Hgg. verbessern. 23) mit frivolem Nebensinn: nimmt sie in die Beichte bis auf's Hemd, lässt sie

Alos beichten. 21) Wortspiel zwischen mean = Mass, Mittelstrasse, und to mean =meinen, im Sinne haben. 25) Das gute Wetter, das dem Sturme folgt, wie ein Spätsommertag, der erst im Novem

ber zum Martinstage kommt. 26) to insult gebraucht Sh. im Sinne des jetzigen to exult triomphiren, frohlocken,

Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove ? 27
Thou" with an eagle art inspired then.
Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters 28 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 canst 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.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III.

London. Tower Hill.

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Enter at the gates, the Duke of GLOSTER, with his Serving-men.

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! 'T is Gloster that calls.

[Servants knock, 1 Ward. [Within.] Who 's there, that knocks 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. Villains, answer you so the lord protector?

1 Ward. [Within.] The Lord protect him! 3 so we answer him: We do no otherwise than we are willid.

Glo. Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
There 's none protector of the realm but I.
Break up * the gates, I 'll be your warrantize.
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?

27) In Sir W. Raleigh's History of the World fand Sh., dass Mahomet eine Taube

hatte, which he used to feed with wheat out of his ear; which dove, when it was hungry, lighted on Mahomets shoulder, and thrust its bill in to find its breakfast; Mahomet persuading the rude and simple Arabians, that it was the holy ghost that

gave him advice. 28) In der Apostelgeschichte (21, 9) werden vier Töchter des Philippus erwähnt, welche

Jungfrauen waren und weissagten. 1) Vgl. A. 1, Sc. 1, wo Gloster sagt I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can || To

view the artillery and munition. 2) conveyance heimliche Fortschaffung, Unterschleif, in Bezug auf das Geschütz und

Rüstzeug im Tower. In demselben Sinne kommt auch to convey vor. 5). Dasselbe Wortspiel kehrt wieder in K. Richard III. (A. 4, Sc. 1) wo Brakenbury GLOSTER's Men rush at the Tower gates. Enter to the gates, Woodville,

the Lieutenant.

Wood. [Within.] What noise is this? what traitors have we here?

Glo. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
Open the gates! here 's Gloster that would enter.

Wood. [Within.] Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
The cardinal of Winchester forbids:
From him I have express commandement, 5
That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in.

Glo. Fain-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore me?
Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook ?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the king:
Open the gates, or I 'll shut thee out shortly.

1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector,
Or we 'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.

Enter WINCHESTER, attended by Servants in tawny coats. 7
Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey? what means this?
Glo. Pillid 8 priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?

Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, o
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. 10
I 'll canvass 11 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, 12 be thou cursed Cain,
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

Glo. I will not slay thee, but I 'll drive thee back.
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 'll beard thee to thy face.

Glo. What! am I dar'd, and bearded to my face?
Draw, men, for all this privileged place; 13
Blue-coats to-tawny-coats. 14 Priest, beware 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 pope.
Glo.
Winchester goose!

a rope! a rope!
Now beat them hence: Why do you let them stay? –
Thee I 'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
Out, tawny-coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
Here GLOSTER's Men beat out the Cardinal's Men, and enter in the hurly-

burly the Mayor of London and his Officers. May. Fie, lords ! that you, being supreme magistrates, 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, 17 a foe to citizens;
One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; 18
That seeks to overthrow religion,
Because he is protector of the realm;

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I cry

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