Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Tal. Signior, hang!-base muleteers of France! Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Puc. Away, captains?! let's get us from the walls, For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks. God be wi' you, my lord: we came, but to tell you That we are here. [Exeunt LA PUCELLE, &c. from the Walls. Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you. Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes. 2 Away, captains!] Malone and Steevens, (as a supposed improvement of Shakespeare's verse, perhaps) inverted these words, and read, "Captains, away," without any authority. Because I ever found them as myself. Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!— Then, be it so:-heavens keep old Bedford safe !— But gather we our forces out of hand, [Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, leaving BEDFORD, and Others. Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE, and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such haste? We are like to have the overthrow again. Cap. What will you fly, and leave lord Talbot? All the Talbots in the world, to save my life. Ay, [Exit. [Exit. Retreat: Excursions. Enter, from the Town, LA PUCELLE, ALENÇON, CHARLES, &c. and exeunt, flying. Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when Heaven please, For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. What is the trust or strength of foolish man? [Dies, and is carried off in his Chair. Alarum. Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and Others. Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again! Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now? I think her old familiar is asleep: Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? What, all a-mort'? Rouen hangs her head for grief, Now will we take some order in the town, [Exeunt. SCENE III. The Same. The Plains near the City. Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and Forces. Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while, 3 and Charles his GLEEKS?] i. e. scoffs. Spelt glikes in the folio, 1623; but the same as the verb in " Midsummer Night's Dream," Vol. ii. p. 424, and the participle in " Henry V." Vol. iv. p. 563. What, all A-MORT?] All dispirited, dead. See "Taming of the Shrew," Vol. iii. p. 176. And like a peacock sweep along his tail, Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise: To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor should that nation boast it so with us, But be extirped from our provinces. Alen. For ever should they be expuls'd from France, And not have title of an earldom here. Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will work, To bring this matter to the wished end. [Drums heard afar off. Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. An English March. Enter, and pass over, TALBOT and his Forces. There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread, A French March. Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY and Forces. Now, in the rearward comes the duke, and his : Summon a parley; we will talk with him. [Trumpets sound a Parley. Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? man. Bur. What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. Char. Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words. Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France, Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, And see the cities and the towns defac'd By wasting ruin of the cruel foe. As looks the mother on her lowly babe, Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help. Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee, Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. Whom join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation |