Enter Dauphin, Bastard, and ALENÇON. Dau. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem! And once again we'll sleep secure in Roan.

Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants : Now she is there, how will she specify

Where is the best and safest passage in?

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Reig. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; Which, once discern'd, shews, that her meaning is→ No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on a Battlement, thrusting out a Torch burning.

Pucel. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, That joineth Roan unto her countrymen;

But burning fatal to the Talbotites.

Bast. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret stands.

Dau. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,

A prophet to the fall of all our foes!

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Reig. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends; Enter, and cry-The Dauphin!-presently,

And then do execution on the watch.

[An Alarum; TALBOT in an Excursion.

Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy

tears,

If Talbot but survive thy treachery.

Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,

Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,

That hardly we escap'd the pride of France. [Exit.

An Alarum Excursions. Enter BEDFORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with TALBOT and BURGUNDY, Within, JOAN LA PUCELLE, Dauphin,

without.

Bastard, and ALENÇON, on the Walls.

Pucel. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?

I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,

Before he'll buy again at such a rate :

'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste?

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Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan! I trust, ere long to choke thee with thine own,

And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.

Dau. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that time.

Bed. Oh, let no words, but deeds, revenge this

treason!

Pucel. What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,

And run a tilt at death within a chair?

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Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despight, Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours! Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead? Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

Pucel. Are you so hot, sir?-Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;

If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.

[TALBOT, and the rest, whisper together in Council.

God

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God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field?
Pucel. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools,
To try if that our own be ours, or no.
Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecate,
But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest;
Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
Alen. Signor, no.

Tal. Signor, hang !-base muletteers of France ! Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.

Pucel. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.God be wi'you, my lord! we came, sir, but to tell you.

That we are here.

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[Exeunt from the Walls

Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long,

Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!—

Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house

(Prick'd on by publick wrongs, sustain’d in France),
Either to get the town again, or die:
And I—as sure as English Henry lives,
And as his father here was conqueror ;
As sure as in this late-betrayed town
Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried;
So sure I swear, to get the town, or die.

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Burg. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, The valiant duke of Bedford :-Come, my lord, We will bestow you in some better place,

Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age.

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Here will I sit before the walls of Roan,

And will be partner of your weal, or woe.

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Burg. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade

you.

Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes: Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, Because I ever found them as myself.

Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!— Then be it so :-Heavens keep old Bedford safe ; And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,

But gather we our forces out of hand,

And set upon our boasting enemy.

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[Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces.

An Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE, and a Captain.

Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolffe, in such haste?

Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight;

We are like to have the overthrow again.

Cap. What will you fly, and leave lord Talbot? Fast. Ay,

All the Talbots in the world, to save my life. [Exit. Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!

[Exit.

Retreat

Retreat: Excursions. PUCELLE, ALENÇON, and

Dauphin fly.

Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven shall please;

For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.

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They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.

[Dies, and is carried off in his Chair.

An Alarum: Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest.

Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
This is a double honour, Burgundy:
Yet, heavens have glory for this victory I

Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects

Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument.

Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle

now?

I think, her old familiar is asleep :

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Now where's the bastard's braves, and Charles his

gleeks?

What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief,›
That such a valiant company are fled.

Now will we take some order in the town,
Placing therein some expert officers;

And then depart to Paris, to the king;

For there young Henry, with his nobles, lies.

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Burg. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy.

Tal.