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! Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prifoner, Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me: In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd. But, oh! the treacherous Faftolfe wounds my heart! 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, None durft come near, for fear of fudden death. C 2 And And spurn in pieces posts of adamant : 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; Whilft any trump did found, or drum ftruck up, One eye thou haft to look to heaven for grace: He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me ; Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: [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 Your 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; thee. Pucel. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yetcome: I must go victual Orleans forthwith. [Afhort Alarum. Then enters the Town with Soldiers. 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, As you fly from your oft-fubdued flaves. [Alarum. Here another Skirmish. In fpight of us, or aught that we could do. 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 |