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I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Enter the Lords SALISBURY and TALBOT, with Sir W. GLANSDALE and Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE, on the Turrets.

Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled, being prifoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd?
Difcourfe, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top,

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prifoner,
Call'd-the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles;
For him was I exchang'd and ransomed.
But with a bafer man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
Which I, difdaining, fcorn'd; and craved death
Rather than I would fo pill'd esteem'd.

In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd.

But, oh! the treacherous Faftolfe wounds my heart!
Whom with my bare fifts I would execute,
If I had now him brought into my power.

Sal. Yet tell thou not, how thou wertentertain'd. Tal. With fcoffs, and fcorns, and contumelious In open market-place produc'd they me, [taunts. To be a public fpectacle to all;

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French,
The feare-crow that affrights our children fo.
Then broke I from the officers that led me;
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my fhame.
My grifly countenance made others fly;

None durft come near, for fear of fudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not fecure;
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
That they fuppos'd, I could rend bars of steel,

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And spurn in pieces posts of adamant :
Wherefore a guard of chofen fhot I had,
That walk'd about me every minute while
And if I did but stir out of my bed,
Ready they were to fhoot me to the heart.

Enter the Boy with a Linflock.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd; But we will be reveng'd fufficiently.

Now it is fupper time in Orleans:

Here through this grate, I can count every one, And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;

Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee.Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale, Let me have your exprefs opinions,

Where is best place to make our battery next. Gar. I think, at the north gate: for there stand lords.

Glan. And I here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tal. For aught I fee, this city must be famith'd Or with light ikirmishes enfeebled.

[Shot from the Town. SALISBURY and Sir TнO. GARGRAVE fall down.

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched finners! Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! Tal. What chance is this, that fuddenly hath

crofs'd us?

Speak, Salisbury; at leaft, if thou canst speak;
How far'ft thou, mirror of all martial men ?
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's fide ftruck off!—
Accurfed tower! accurfed fatal hand,
That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars:

Whilft any trump did found, or drum ftruck up,
His fword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury? though thy fpeech doth
fail,

One eye thou haft to look to heaven for grace:
The fun with one eye vieweth all the world.
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!-
Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, haft thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy fpirit with this comfort;
Thou fhalt not die, whiles-

He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me ;
As who would fay, When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.-
Plantagenet, I will; and Nero-like,

Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched fhall France be only in my name.

[Here an Alarum, and it thunders and lightens. What ftir is this? What tumult's in the heavens? Whence cometh this alarum, and this noise ?

Enter a Messenger.

Meff. My lord, my lord, the French have ga

ther'd head:

The dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'dA holy prophetefs, new rifen up

Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

[Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up, and groans. Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you: Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish, C 3

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Your hearts I'll ftamp out with my horfe's heels, And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.— Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare. [Alarums. Exeunt, bearing out the Bodies.

SCENE V.

Here an Alarum again; and TALBOT purfueth the Dauphin, and driveth him; then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter TALBOT.

Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.

Enter LA PUCELLE.

;

Here, here fhe comes :—I'll have a bout with thee;
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
Blood, will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
And straightway give thy foul to him thou ferv'ft.
Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace
[They fight.

thee.
Tal. Heavens, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail?
My breaft I'll burst with training of my courage,
And from my fhoulders crack my arms afunder,
But I will chaftife this high-minded ftrumpet.

Pucel. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yetcome: I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

[Afhort Alarum. Then enters the Town with Soldiers.
O'ertake me if thou canst; I fcorn thy ftrength.
Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-ftarved men ;
Help Salisbury to make his teftament:

This day is ours, as many more shall be.

[Exit PUCELLE. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;

I know not where I am, nor what I do :

A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
Drives back our troops, and conquers as fhe lifts:
So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench,
Are from their hives, and houses driven away.
They call'd us for our fierceness, English dogs;
Now, like their whelps, we crying run away.
[A fhort Alarum.
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
Renounce your foil, give theep in lions' stead :
Sheep run not half fo timorous from the wolf,
Or horfe, or oxen, from the leopard,

As you fly from your oft-fubdued flaves.

[Alarum. Here another Skirmish.
It will not be :-Retire into your trenches:
You all confented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.-
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

In fpight of us, or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!

The fhame hereof will make me hide my head.

[Exit TALBOT. [Alarum, retreat, flourish.

SCENE VI.

Enter, on the Walls, PUCELLE, Dauphin, REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and Soldiers.

Pucel. Advance our waving colours on the walls;

Refcu'd

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