Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can, To view th' artillery and amunition, And then I will proclaim young Henry King. [Ex. Gloucefter. Exe. To Eltam will I, where the young King is, Being ordain'd his fpecial governor, And for his fafety there I'll beft devise. [Exit. Win. Each hath his place and function to attend: But long I will not be thus out of office : [Exit SCENE V. FRANCE. Enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier, marching with a drum and Soldiers. Char. M2 ARS his true moving, ev'n as in the heav'ns Late did he shine upon the English fide: Now we are victors, upon us he fmiles. b Tho ftill the famifh'd English like pale ghofts Alan. They was their porridge, and their fat Bullbeeves, Either they must be dieted like mules And have their provender ty'd to their mouths, 1 b Otherwhiles: And And he may well in fretting spend his gall, Nor men nor mony hath he to make war. Char. Sound, found alarum: we will rush on them: Now for the honour of the forlorn French : Him I forgive my death that killeth me ; When he fees me go back one foot [Exeunt. or fly. [Here alarm, they are beaten back by the English, with great lofs. Enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier. Char. Who ever faw the like? what men have I ? Dogs, cowards, daftards! I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midst my enemies.. Reig. Salisbury is a defp'rate homicide, He fighteth as one weary of his life: Two other lords, like Lions wanting food, Alan. Froyfard a countryman of ours records, It fendeth forth to skirmish; one to ten! Lean raw-bon'd rafcals! who would e'er fuppofe Char. Let's leave this town, for they are hair-brain'd flaves, And hunger will enforce them be more eager : Alan. Be it fo.. Enter Gimmals, are rings of double rounds, from gemelli. Wheels one within another. Enter the Baftard of Orleans. Baft. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him. Dau. Baftard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Baft. Methinks your looks are fad, your chear appal❜d. And drive the English forth the bounds of France. Dau. Go call her in; but firft to try her skill, SCENE VI Enter Joan la Pucelle. Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do thefe wond'rous feats ? Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkeft to beguile me? Be not amaz'd: there's nothing hid from me : apart: Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile. Reig. She takes upon her bravely at firft dafh. Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a fhepherd's daughters My wit untrain'd in any kind of art: Heav'n, and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd To hine on my contemptible eftate. Lo Lo, whilft I waited on my tender lambs, Will'd me to leave my base vocation, My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st, Dau. Thou haft astonish'd me with thy high terms: Only this proof I'll of thy valour make, In fingle combat thou shalt buckle with me; Pucel. I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd fword, Dau. Then come a God's name, for I fear no wo man. Pucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. Here they fight, and Joan de Pucelle overcomes. Dau. Stay, ftay thy hands, thou art an Amazon, And fighteft with the fword of Debora. Pucel. Chrift's mother helps me, elfe I were too weak. Dau. Who-e'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me : Impatiently I burn with thy defire, My heart and hands thou haft at once fubdu'd; Pucel. Pucel. I must not yield to any rites of love, Dau. Mean time look gracious on thy proftrate thrall. Reig. My lord methinks is very long in talk. Alan. Doubtlefs he fhrives this woman to her fmock, Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his fpeech. Reig. Shall we difturb him fince he keeps no mean? Alan. 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? Pucel. Why no, I fay; diftruftful recreants. Fight till the laft gafp; for I'll be your guard. Dau. What fhe fays I'll confirm; we'll fight it out. Pucel. Affign'd I am to be the English fcourge. This night the fiege affuredly I'll raise : Expect Saint Martin's fummer, Halcyon days, Since I have enter'd thus into thefe wars. Glory is like a circle in the water; Which never ceafeth to enlarge it felf, Till by broad fpreading it difperfe to nought. Alan. Leave off delays, and let us raise the fiege. nours, Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz’d. [Exeunt. SCENE |