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Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
I Ward. [Within.] The Lord protect him! so we My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd.
answer him: Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
We do not otherwise than we are will'd. Let me thy servant, and not sov’reign, be:
Glo. Who willèd you? or whose will stands but 'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
mine? Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,
There 's none protector of the realm but I. For my profession 's sacred, from above:
Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize: When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? Then will I think upon a recompense.
[GLOSTER's serving-men rush at the Tower Char. Mean time look gracious on thy prostrate
Wood. [Within.] What noise is this? what trai. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
tors have we here? Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her Glo. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear? smock;
Open the gates; here's Gloster that would enter. Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. Wood. [Within.] Ilave patience, noble duke; I Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no
may not open; mean?
The cardinal of Winchester forbids: Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do From him I have express commandment, know:
That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in. These women
are shrewd tempters with their Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore tongues.
me, Reig: My lord, where are you? what devise you Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate, Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
[on: Whom Henry, our late sov'reign, ne'er could brook? Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants ! Thou art no friend to God, or to the king : Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard. Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. Char. What she says, I'll confirm: we'll fight it I Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector; out.
Or we'll burst then open, if that you come not Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
quickly. This night the siege assuredly I'll raise :
(GLOSTER's serving-men rush again at the Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
Tower gates. Since I have entered into these wars.
Enter WINCHESTER, attended by Servants in tawney coats. Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey! what Till by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.
means this? With Henry's death the English circle ends;
Glo. Peeld priest, dost thou command me to be
shut out? Dispersed are the glories it included. Now am I like that proud insulting ship,
Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.
And not protector, of the king or realm. Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
Glo. Siand back, thou manifest conspirator, Thou with an eagle art inspired, then.
Thou that contriv’dst to murder our dead lord; Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
Thou that givist whores indulgences to sin : Nor yet St Philip's daughters, were like thee.
I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth,
If thou proceed in this thy insolence. How may I reverently worship thee enough?
Win. Nay, stand thou back; I will not budge a Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
This be Damascus, be thou cursèd Cain, [foot: Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. honours;
Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back: Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz’d.
Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth Char. Presently we'll try:---come, let's away
I'll use to carry thee out of this place. about it:
Win. Do what thou dar'st; I'll beard thee to thy
face. No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
Glo. What! am I dar'd, and bearded to my Draw, men, for all this privileged place; [face?
Blue coats to tawney coats. —Priest, beware your SCENE III.---LONDON. Before the Gates of the
beard ; Tower,
I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: Enter the DUKE OF GLOSTER, with his serving-men, in blaue
Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat;
In spite of pope or dignities of church, Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day:
Here by the cheeks I 'll drag thee up and down. Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.
Win. Gloster, thou ’lt answer this before the pope. Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
Glo. Winchester goose! I cry-a rope! a rope! Open the gates; 'tis Gloster that calls.
Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?
Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array:
[Servants knock. i Ward. [Within.] Who's there that knocks so
Out, tawney coats !--out, scarlet hypocrite! imperiously?
Here Gloster and his serving-men attack the other party: I Sery. It is the noble duke of Gloster.
and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of London and 2 Ward. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not
his officers. be let in.
May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magisI Serv. Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the LORDS SALIS
BURY and TALBOT; SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE, SIR THOMAS
GARGRAVE, and others.
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd?
Discourse, I pr’ythee, on this turret’s top.
Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner,
[Here they skirmish again. Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
Rather than I would be so vile-esteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.
But, O, the treacherous Fastolfe wounds
heart! Off [Reads.]
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
against God's peace, and the king's, we charge and com- Sal. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert enter-
The scare-crow that affrights our children so.
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread, [Exeunt, severally, GLOSTER and WIN- That they suppos'd I could rend bars of steel,
CHESTER, with their serving-men. Ind spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
That walk'd about me every minute-while;
Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.
Here, through this grate, I can count every one,
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Where is best place to make our battery next.
Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there stand M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd
lords. by me:
Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
[Shot from the town. SALISBURY and SIR How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
Tho. GARGRAVE fall.
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! And thence discover, how, with most advantage, Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath They may vex us with shot, or with assault.
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
Accursed tower! accursèd fatal hand,
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars;
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field. — Help Salisbury to make his testament: Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth This day is ours, as many more shall be. fail,
(LA PUCELLE enters the town, with Soldiers. One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace: Tal. My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter's The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. - I know not where I am, nor what I do: (wheel; Heaven, thou gracious to none alive,
A witch by fear, not force, like Hannibal, If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists: Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it. - So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Are from their hives and houses driven away.
They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs;
(A short alarum.
Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Or horse or oxen from the léopard, Wretched shall France be only in my name.
As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. [Thunder heard; aflerwards an alarum.
[Alarum. Another skirmish.
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge. —
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
O, would I were to die with Salisbury ! The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
The shame hereof will make me hide my head. A holy prophetess, new risen up, —
[Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt TALBOT Is come with a great power to raise the siege. [SALISBURY lifts himself up and groans.
and his forces, &c.
SCENE VI.--The Same.
Flourish. Enter, on the walls, LA PUCELLE, CHARLES,
REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and Soldiers. And make a quagmire of your mingled brains. —
Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls; Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. dare. [Exeunt, bearing out ihe bodies. Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's daughter,
How shall I honour thee for this success? SCENE V.--ORLEANS. Before one of the Gates.
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,
That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.
Skirmishings. Enter Talbot, pursuing t!! France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
Recover'd is the town of Orleans: them. Then re-enter Talbot.
More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the force?
town? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
And feast and banquet in the open streets, Here, here she comes. —
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
For which I will divide my crown with her ;
[They fight. Than Rhodope's, of Memphis, ever was:
[They fight again. Before the kings and queens of France. Puc. [Retiring.) Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not No longer on Saint Dennis will we cr yet come:
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
Come in, and let us banquet ro O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. After this golden day of victor Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starvèd men;
SCENE I.-ORLEANS. Before one of the Gates.
If any noise, or soldier, you perceive,
1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit Sergeant. Thus are poor servitors (When others sleep upon their quiet beds) Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and forces, with
Bed. Coward of France!-how much he wrongs his fame,
Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
To join with witches and the help of hell!
Bur. Traitors have never other company.
But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure?
A maid! and be so martial!
Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere
If underneath the standard of the French
Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:
God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.
And I to this.
Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
1 Sent. Arm, arm! the enemy doth make assault !
The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready.
Alen. How now, my lords! what, all unready so? Bast. Unready! ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well. Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.
Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous or desperate than this.
Bast. I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
Alen. Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.
Enter CHARLES and LA PUCelle.
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, Make us partakers of a little gain,
That now our loss might be ten times so much?
At all times will you have my power alike?
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default,
And so was mine, my lord. Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night, Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,
I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
Then how, or which way, should they first break in?
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, "A Talbot! a
Within the Town.
Enter TALBOT, Bedford, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
A tomb, wherein his corse shall be interr'd:
I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc, Mess. Madam, it is.
Is this the scourge of France?
That with his name the mothers still their babcs?
A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp When arm in arm they both came swiftly running, Should strike such terror to bis enemies. Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,
Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you ; That could not live asunder, day or night.
But since your ladyship is not at leisure, After that things are set in order here,
I'll sort some other time to visit you. [Going We'll follow them with all the power we have. Count. What means he now ? - Go ask him,
whither he goes. Enter a Messenger. Mess. All hail, my lords! Which of this princely To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot ; for my lady craves train
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
I go to certify her Talbot's here.
Re-enter Porter, with keys.
Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
To me, blood-thirsty lord ;
Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
But now the substance shall endure the like,
That hast by tyranny, these many years, When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.-
Wasted our country, slain our citizens, You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. And sent our sons and husbands captivate. Tal. Ne'er trust me, then ; for when a world of Tal. Ha, ha, ha!
Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall Could not prevail with all their oratory,
turn to moan. Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd :
Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow, And in submission will attend on her.—
Whereon to practise your severity. Will not your honours bear me company?
Count. Why, art not thou the man? Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will : Tal.
I am indeed. And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
Count. Then have I substance too. Are often welcomest when they are gone.
Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself : Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy, You are deceivid, my substance is not here; I mean to prove this lady's courtesy:
For what you see, is but the smallest part Come hither, captain. [Whispers.] You perceive And least proportion of humanity:
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, Capt. I do, my lord, and mean accordingly. It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
(Exeunt. Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.
Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce; SCENE III.-AUVERGNE. Court of the Castle.
He will be here, and yet he is not here :
How can these contrarieties agree?
Tal. That will I show you presently.
He winds a horn. Drums strike up; then a peal of ord
[Exit. Port. Madam, I will.
The gates being forced, enter Soldiers. Count. The plot is laid : if all things fall out
How say you, madam? are you now persuaded,
That Talbot is but shadow of himself? right, I shall as famous be by this exploit,
These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, And his achievements of no less account :
And in a moment makes them desolate. Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse : To give their censure of these rare reports.
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
I did not entertain thee as thou art,
The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake