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lor; in: liat,
Because he is protector of the realm;
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
[Here they skirmish again. Whom with my bare lists I would execute,
Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert enterBut to make open proclamation:
tain'd. Come, Officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.
Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious
The scarc-crow that aftrights our children so.
And with my nails ding'd stones out of the ground, Glo
. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
In iron walls they decm'd me not secure;
That walk'd about me every minute-while;
But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.
Ard view the Frenchmen how they fortity; SCENE IV.-France. Before Orleans. Enter Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.on the walls, the Master-Gunner and his Son.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and sir William Glansdale,
Where is best place to make our battery next.
Gar. I think, at the north gate ; for there stand
lords. Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd Tal. For aught I sce, this city must be famish’d, by me:
Or with slight skirmishes enfeebled.
(Shol from the toren. Salisbury and Sir Something I must do, to procure me grace:3
Thomas Gargrave fall.
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!
Henry the Fifth he first trained to the wars ;
Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury ? though thy specch doth
One eve thou hast to look to heaven for grace:
Salisbury and Talbot, Sir William Glansdale, Heaven be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury want mercy at thy hands!-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
As who should say, When I am dead and goné,
Remember to avenge me on the French.
(4) Spies or staves.
(5) So stripped of honours.
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.-
The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
(larum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot and his Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd
forces, fc. head: The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, - SCENE VI. The same. Enter, on the walls, PuA holy prophetess new risen up,-.
celle, Charles, Reignier, Alençon, and soldiers. Is come with a great power to raise the siege. Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls;
(Salisbury groans. Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :-Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd.
Char. Divinest creature, bright Astræa's daughter, Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you;—
How shall I honour thee for this success? Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's hcels,
That one day bloom’d, and fruitful were the next.And make a quagmire of your mingled brains. - France, triuinph in thy glorious prophetess ! Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
Recover'd is the town of Orleans: And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchinen More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. dare. [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies.
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the SCENE V.-The same. Before one of the gates. Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
town? Alarum. Skirmishings. Dauphin, and driveth him in : then enter Joan And feast and banquet in the open streets, la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then To celebrate the joy that God hath given 'us.
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and enter Talbot.
joy, Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my When they shall hear how we have played the men. force ?
Char. 'Í'is Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
And all the priests and friars in my realm
Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.
A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
In memory of her, when she is dead,
[They fight. Before the kings and queens of France. Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail ? No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage,
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
SCENE 1.-The same. Enter, to the gates, a [Pucelle enters the toon, with soldiers. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's
French Sergeant, and two Sentinels. wheel;
Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: I know not where I am, nor what I do:
If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists; Let us have knowledge at the court of guard." So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench, 1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit Serg.] Thus Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.
are poor servitors They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs; (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,). Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
(A short alarum. Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, and forces, Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
with scaling-ladders; their drums beating á Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead : dead march. Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf, Tal. Lord regent,--and redoubted Burgundy,Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,
By whose approach, the regions of Artois, As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,(.Alarum. Another skirmish. This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, It will not be:-retire into your trenches :
Having all day carous'd and banqueted:
Embrace we then this opportunity; (1) Dirty wench.
As fitting best to quittance their deceit, (2). The superstition of those times taught, that|Contrivà by art, and balesul sorcery. he who could draw a witch's blood was free from
(3) The same as guard-room.
Bedo Coward of France !-how much he wrongs I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
About relieving of the sentinels :
Then how, or which way, should they first break in? ! To join with witches, and the help of 'hell. Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case, er hand
Bür. Traitors have never other company. How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some alat at But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure ? place Tal. A maid, they say.
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made. Bed.
A maid ? and be so martial ? And now there rests no other shift but this, Erdi, Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long: To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd, ed start If underneath the standard of the French,
And lay new platforms? to endamage them. the tuis! She carry armour, as she hath begun.
Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, A Tal. Well, let them practice and converse with
Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their spirits : ?
Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
For I have loaden me with many spoils,
Using no other wcapon but his name. [Exit.
SCENE II.-Orleans. Within the town. Enter The other yet may rise against their force.
Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain, and Bed. Agreed ; I'll to yon corner.
And I to this.
Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
(Retreat sounded. How much in duty' I am bound to both.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
And here advance it in the market-place, (The English scale the walls, crying St. George! The middle centre of this cursed town.
a Talbot! and all enter by the town. Now have I paid my vow unto his soul; Sent. (Within. ] Arm, arm! the enemy doth make . For every drop of blood was drawn from him, assault!
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night,
And, that hercaster ages may behold
, several ways, Bastard, Alençon, Reignier, Within their chiefest temple i'll erect
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
. Unready ? ay, and glad we scap'd so well. Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans ;
And what a terror he had been to France.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc;
Nor any of his false confederates.
hc Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, sped.
They did, amongst the troops of armed men,
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern,
. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night,) Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Am sure, I scar’d the dauphin and his trull; Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,
We'll follow them with all the power we have.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. A!! hail, my lords ! which of this princely
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default; So much applauded through the realm of France ?
Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak with
With modesty admiring thy renown,
To visit her poor castle where she lies ; 4
And so was mine, my lord. That she may boast, she hath beheld the man
Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see, our wars (1) Undressed. (2) Plans, schemes. (3) Wonder. (4) i. e. Where she dwells.
Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
And sent our sons and husbands captivate. When ladier crave to be encounter'd with.
Tal. Ha, ha, ha! You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Count. Laughest thou, wretch ? thy mirth shall Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of
turn to moan.
Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, Could not prevail with all their oratory,
To think that you have aught but Talbot's shador, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:
Whereon to practise your severity. And therefore tell her, I return great thanks ; Count. Why, art not thou the man? And in submission will attend on her.-
I am indeed. Will not your honours bear me company?
Count. Then have I substance too.
For what you sce, is but the smallest part
I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, Come hither, captain. (Whispers.]You perceive It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
Your roof" were not sufficient to contain it. Cap. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. Count. This is a riddling merchant for the
He will be here, and yet he is not here: SCENE III.-Auvergne. Court of the castle. How can these contrarieties agree? Enter the Countess and her Porter.
Tal. That will I show you presently. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; He winds a horn. Druns heard; then a peal of And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
ordnance. The gates being forced, enter soldiers. Port. Madam, I will.
[Erit. Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, That Talbot'is but shadow of himsell?
How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, I shall as famous be by this exploit, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.
These are his substance, sinews,
arms, and strength, Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks; And his achievements of no less account;
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
And in a moment makes them desolate. To give their censurel of these rare reports.
Count. Victorious Talbot ! pardon my abuse :
I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited ;' Enter Messenger and Talbot,
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Mess. Madam,
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; According as your ladyship desir'd,
For I am sorry, that with reverence
I did not entertain thee as thou art. By message cray'd, so is lord Talbot come. Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue man?
The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
The outward composition of his body.
No other satisfaction do I crave,
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have ; I thought, I should have seen some Hercules,
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
To feast so great a warrior in my house. (Exeunt. Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp,
The Temple Garden. Should strike such terror to his enemies.
Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:
Warwick; Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, and But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
another Lawyer. I'll sort some other time to visit you.
Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means Count. What means he now !--Go ask him
this silence ? whither he goes ?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth? Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot: for my lady craves Suff. Within the Temple hall we were too loud; To know the cause of your abrupt departure. The garden here is more convenient.
Td. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain'd the truth; I go to certify' her, Talbot's here.
Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error ?
Suff. Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
And never yet could frame my will to it;. Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. And, therefore, frame the law unto my will, Tal. Prisoner! to whom?
Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord;
between us. And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
pitch; For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; But now the substance shall endure the like; Between two blades, which bears the better temper; And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, Between two horses, which doth bear him best;$ That hast by tyranny, these many years, Between two girls, which hath the merriest ep; Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judginent; (1) For opinion.
(2) Wrinkled. (5) Announced loudly. (8) Foolisa. (4) For a purpose.
(6) he. Regulate his motions most adroitly.
But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole i Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. The truth appears so naked on my side,
War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, That any purblind eye may find it out.
Somerset; Som. And on my side it is so well apparell’d, His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, So clear, so shining, and so evident,
Third son to the third Edward king of England; That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root ? Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and so loath to *Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege, speak,
Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: Som. By him that made me, I'll maintain my Let him that is a true-born gentleman,
words And stands upon the honour of his birth,
On any plot of ground in Christendom: If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
Was not thy father, Richard, earl of Cambridge, From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. For treason executed in our late king's days?
Som. Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer, And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry ? Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
War. I love no colours ;' and, without all colour And, till thou be restor'd thou art a yeoman.
Plan. My father was attached, not attainted; I pluck this white rose, with Plantagenet. Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor ;
Suff. I pluck this red rose, with young Somerset; And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, And say withal, I think he held the right.
Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. Ver. Stay, lords and gentlemen : and pluck no For your partakerPoole, and you yourself more,
I'll note you in my book of memory, Till you conclude—that he, upon whose side To scourge you for this apprehension :' The fewesi roses are cropp'd from the tree, Look to it well; and say you are well warn'd. Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still : Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected;? And know us, by these colours, for thy foes ; If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Plan. And I.
Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
Until it wither with me to my grave, Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off; Or flourish to the height of my degree. Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red, Suff. Go forward, and be 'chok'd with thy am And fall on my side so against your will.
bition ! Ver. Ifl, my lord, for my opinion bleed, And so farewell, until I meet thee next. (Erit. Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt,
Som. Have with thec, Poole.-Farewell, ambiAnd keep me on the side where still I am.
(Erit. Som. Well, well, come on: Who else?
Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce enLaw. Unless my study and my books be false,
dure it! The argument you held, was wrong in you; War. This blot, that thcy object against your
[To Somerset. house, In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too. Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament, Plan. Now, Somerset, where is your argument? Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloster : Som. Here, in my scabbard; meditating that, And, if thou be not then created York, Shall die your white rose in a bloody red. I will not live to be accounted Warwick. Plan. Mean time, your cheeks do counterfeit Mean time, in signal of my love to thee, our roses;
Against proud Somerset, and Williain Poole,
And here I prophesy; --This brawl to-day,
No, Plantagenet, Grown to this faction in the Temple garden, Tis not for fear; but anger,--that thy cheeks, Shall send, between the red rose and the white, Blush for pure shame, to counterfeit our roses; A thousand souls to death and deadly night. And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you, Plan. Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset ? That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. Son Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet ? Ver. In your behalf still will I wear the same. Plan. Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his Law. And so will I. truth;
Plan. Thanks, gentle sir. Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. Come, let us four to dinner: I darc say, Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding This quarrel will drink biood another day. (Ezre.
roses, That shall maintain what I have said is true,
SCENE V.-The same. A room in the Tower, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair by two Plan. Now by this maiden blossom in my hand,
Keepers. I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Suff. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. Let dving Mortimer here rest himself. Plan. Proud Poole, I will; and scorn both him Even like a man new haled from the rack, and thee.
So fare my limbs with long imprisonment: (1) Tints and deceits : a play on the word. (4) The Temple, being a religious house, was a (2) Justly proposed.
sanctuary. (3) i. e. Those who have no right to arms. (5) Excluded. (6) Confederate. (7) Opinion VOL. II.