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Glan. And I here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
Tal. For ought I see this city must be familh'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. [Here they shoot ; Salisbury and Sir Tho. Gargrave fall down,
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched linners !
Tal. What chance is this that suddenly hath crost us?
He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me,
[Here an alarum, and it thunders and ligbrense What Air is this ? what tumult's in the heay’ns ? Whence cometh this alarum and this noise ?
Enter a Messenger.
10 heav'n for grace.
A holy prophetefs new risen up,
Here Salisbury lifterb bimself up and groans,
[ Alarm. Exir. [Tbey carry out Salisbury and Sir Tho. Gargrave.
SCENE X. Here an alarum again; and Talbot pursuetb the Daupbin,
and driverb bim : tben enter Joan la Pucelle, driving
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour and my force ?
[Tbey figbt. + Talbot, farewel, thy hour is not yet come, I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
A short alarum. Then enter the town witb Soldiers. O'ertake me if thou canst, I scorn thy strength, Go, go, chear up thy hunger-starved men, Help Salisbury to make his teftament: This day is ours, as many more shall be. [Exit Pucelle.
...a Salisbury to you.
- (They fight.
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 the lists: So Bees with smoak, and Doves with noisom stench, Are from their hives and houses driv'n away. They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs, Now like their whelps we crying run away. (A short alarume Hark, countrymen, either renew the fight, Or tear the Lions out of England's coat; Renounce your foil, give Sheep in Lions stead : Sheep run not half so tim'rous from the Wolf, Or Horse or Oxen from the Leopard, As you fly from your oft-subdued Maves.
(Alarum. Here another skirmishe It will not be : retire into your trenches : You all consented unto Salisbury's death, For none would strike a stroke in his revenge. Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans, In spight of us, or ought that we could do. O would I were to die with Salisbury ! The shame hereof will make me hide my head. [Exit Talbot.
[ Alarum, Retreat, Flourish. SCENE XI. Enter on the wall, Pucelle, Dauphin,
Reignier, Alanfon, and Soldiers,
Dau. Divinest creature, bright Aftrea's daughter,
* The gardens of Adonis were never represented under any local des fcription, nor is any such thing implied in this place. They were only beds of earth put into portable cases of filver or other inatter, in which were raised fuch flowers and herbs as were of quick growth and short continuance, the production and maturity of them being also hasten'd by artificial ineans. Upon this quickness of growth the allusion here is' founded : though anticntly the gardens of Adonis was a proverbial expression to signify transitory feeting plcatures, and perfons also of a Night trifling account. See Erasmi adagia.
Recover'd is the town of Orleans ;
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town?
Alan. All 'France will be replete with mirth and joy, When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
Dau. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won : For which I will divide my crown with her, And all the Priests and Friars in my realm Shall in proceffion sing her endless praise. A statelier pyramid to her I'll rear, Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was : In memory of her, when she is dead, Her alhes, in an urn more precious Than the rich jeweld coffer of Darius, Transported shall be at high festivals, Ever before the Kings and Queens of France. No longer on St. Dennis will we cry, But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's Saint. Come in, and let us banquet royally, After this golden day of victory. [Flouris. Exeunt,
Serj. S If any noise or foldier you perceive
АстІІ. SCENE 1.
IRS, take your places, and be vigilant :
Cent. Serjeant, you shall. Thus are poor servitors
Their drums beating a dead march.
Having all day carous’d and banquetted.
As fitting best to quittance their deceit, - Contriv'd by art and baleful sorcery.
Bed. Coward of France ! how much he wrongs his fame,
Bur. Traitors have never other company.
Tal. A maid, they say.
Bur. Pray God the prove not masculine ere long,
Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with spirits
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot, we will follow thee,
Tal. Not all together : better far I guess,
Bed. Agreed ; I'll to yon corner.
Tal. And here will Talbot mount,
[Tbe English cry, St. George! A Talbot !
ral ways, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier, belf ready and
Alan. Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
make his grave.
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