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And for his fafety there I'll best devise. [Exit.
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend; I am left out; for me nothing remains. But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office; The king from Eltham I intend to send, And fit at chiefest itern of public weal. [Exito
SCENE II. Before Orleans in France. Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, and REIGNIER, marching
with a Drum and Soldiers. Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the
heavens, So in the earth, to this day is not known: Late did he shine upon the English fide ; Now we are victors, upon us he smiles. What towns of any moment, but we have? At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans ; Otherwhiles, the familh'd English, like pale ghosts, Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat
bull-beeves : Either they must be dieted, like mules, And have their provender tyd to their mouths, Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
Reig. Let's raise the fiege; Why live we idly here!
When he fees me go back on foot, or fly, [Exeunt. [Here Alarum, they are beaten back by the English,
with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, and REIGNIER,
Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have I?. Dogs! cowards! dastards!-I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
Reig, Salisbury is a desperate homicide ;
Alen. Froisard, a countryman of ours, records,
brain'd slaves, And hunger will enforce them to be more eager : Of old I know them; rather with their iceth The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the liege.
Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals or device, Their arms are set, like clocks, itill to strike on; Else they could ne'er hold out so, as they do. By my confent, we'll e'en let them alone.
Alen. Be it fo.
Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Baft. Where's the prince Dauphin: I have news for him.
Dau. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
Dau. Go, call her in: But firit, to try her skill, Reignier, stand thou as dauphin in my place : Question her proudly, let thy looks be itern; By this means shall we found what tkill the hath.
Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE.
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dah.
To shine on my contemptible estate:
which shie infus'd on me, That beauty am I bleft with, which
fee. Ask me what question thou canit possible, And I will answer unpremeditated : My courage try by combat, if thou dar'ft, And thou shalt find that I exceed 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 Pll of thy valour make--In single combat thou shalt buckle with me; And, if thou vanquilheft, thy words are true; Otherwise, I renounce all confidence. Pucel. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd
fword, Deck'd with fine Aeur-de-luces on each side; Thewhich, at Touraine in faint Katharine's church.
yard, Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth,
Dau. Then come o'God's name, I fear nowoman. Pucel. And, while I live, I'll never fly no man. [Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes. Dou. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon,
And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
weak. Dau. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must
help me: Impatiently I burn with thy desire; My heart and hands thou hast at once fubdu'd, Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so, Let me thy servant, and not fovereign be; ?Tis the French dauphin fueth to thee thus.
Pucel. 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 recompence. Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy proftratę
thrall. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Alen. Doubtless, he shrives this woman to her
smock; Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no
mean? 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? whạr devise you Shall we give over Orleans or no? [on?
Pucel. Why, no, I say, distruitful recreants ! Fight 'till the last gasp; I will be your guard. Dau. What the fays, I'll confirm ; we'll fight
it out. Pucel. Allign'd I am to be the English scourge, This night the fiege assuredly I'll raise :