The Dauphin with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
A holy prophetess new risen up,

Is come with a great power to raise the fiege.

[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 Puffel, Dauphin or Dog-fifh,

Your hearts I'll stamp out with my Horfe's heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
Convey brave Salisbury into his tent,

And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare.
[Alarm. Exeunt, bearing Salisbury and
Sir Thomas Gargrave out.

S C E

NE

X.

Here an alarm again; and Talbot purfueth the Dauphin, and driveth him: then enter Joan la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before ber. Then enter Talbot.

Tal. Where is my ftrength, my valour, and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them: A woman, clad in armour, chafeth them.

Enter Pucelle.

Here, here, fhe comes. I'll have a bout with thee; Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee: Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch; And ftraightway give thy foul to him thou ferv'ft. Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I, that must disgrace thee. [They fight.

Tal. Heavens, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail? My breaft I'll burft with ftraining of my courage, And from my fhoulders crack my arms afunder, But I will chaftife this high-minded ftrumpet.

Pucel. Talbot, farewel, thy hour is not yet come, I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

[Afbort alarm. Then enter the town with foldiers. Ö'ertake

O'ertake me if thou canft, I fcorn thy strength,
Go, go, chear up thy hunger-ftarved men,
Help Salisbury to make his teftament :

This day is ours, as many more fhall 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,

Drives back our troops, and conquers as fhe lifts.
So Bees with smoke, and Doves with noisom stench,
Are from their hives, and houfes, driv'n away.
They call'd us for our fiercenefs English dogs,
Now, like their whelps, we crying run away.

[A fhort alarm.
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the Lions out of England's Coat;
Renounce your foil, give Sheep in Lions' ftead:
Sheep run not half fo tim'rous from the Wolf,
Or Horfe or Oxen from the Leopard,

As you fly from your oft-fubdued flaves.

[Alarm. Here another Skirmish.

It will not be: retire into your trenches ;
You all confented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

In fpight of us, or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
The fhame hereof will make me hide my head.

[Exit Talbot,

[Alarm, Retreat, Flourish.

SCENE

XI.

Enter on the Wall, Pucelle, Dauphin, Reignier, Alanfon, and Soldiers.

Pucel. Advance our waving colours on the walls, Refcu'd is Orleans from the English Wolves: Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.

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Dau. Divineft creature, bright Aftrea's daughter, How fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs!

Thy promifes are like Adonis' Garden,

That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.

France,

3 like Adonis' Garden, ] It may not be impertinent to take notice of a difpute between four crities, of very different crders, upon this very important point of the Gardens of Adonis. Milton had faid,

Spot more delicious than thofe Gardens feign'd,

Or of reviv'd Adonis, or

which Dr. Bentley pronounces fpurious; For that the Khry Adavidos, the Gardens of Adonis, so frequently mentioned by Greek writers, Plato, Plutarch, &c. were nothing but portable earthen Pots, with fome Lettice or Fennel growing in them. O bis yearly feftival every woman carried one of them for Adonis worship; becaufe Venus had once laid him in a lettice bed. The next day they were thrown away, &c. To this Dr. Pierce replies, That this account of the Gardens of Adonis is right, and yet Milton may be defended for what he fays of them: For why (lays he) did the Grecians on Adonis feftival carry these small earthen Gardens about in honour of him? It was because they had a tradition, that, when he was alive, he delighted in Gardens, and bad a magnificent one: For proof of this we have Pliny's words, xix 4. Antiquitas nihil priùs mirata eft quàm Hefperidum HORTOS, ac regum ADONIDIS & Alcinoi. One would now think the queftion weil decided: But Mr. Theobald comes, and will needs he Dr. Bentley's fecond. A learned and reverend gentleman (fays be) baving attempted to impeach Dr. Bentley of error, for maintam ing that there NEVER WAS EXISTENT any magnificent or fpacious Gardens of Adonis, an opinion in which it has been my for tune to fecond the Doctor, I thought my felf concerned, in fome part, to weigh thofe authorities alledged by the objector, &c. The reader fees that Mr. Theobald miftakes the very queftion in difpute between these two truly learned men, which was not whether Adswis' Gardens were ever exiftent, but whether there was a tradi tion of any celebrated Gardens cultivated by Adonis. For this would fufficiently juftify Milton's mention of them, together with the Gardens of Alcinous, confeffed by the poet himself to be fabu lous. But hear their own words. There was no fuch Garden (fays Dr. Bentley) ever exiflent, or EVEN FEIGN'D. He adds the latter part, as knowing that that would justify the poet; and it is on that affertion only that his adverfary Dr. Pierce joins iffue with him. Why (fays he) did they carry the small earthen Gardens? It was because they had a TRADITION, that when be

was

France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !
Recover'd is the town of Orleans;

More bleffed hap did ne'er befal our state.

Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town?

Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
And feaft and banquet in the open streets;
To celebrate the joy, that God hath giv'n us.

Alan. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, When they fhall 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 priefts and friars in my realm. Shall in proceffion fing her endless praise. A ftatelier pyramid to her I'll rear, Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was! In memory of her, when she is dead, Her afhes, in an urn more precious Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius, Tranfported fhall be at high feftivals, Before the Kings and Queens of France. No longer on St. Dennis will we cry, But Joan la Pucelle fhall be France's Saint. Come in, and let us banquet royally, After this golden day of victory.

[Flourish. Exeunt.

was alive he delighted in Gardens. Mr. Theobald, therefore, miftaking the queftion, it is no wonder that all he fays, in his long note at the end of the fourth volume, is nothing to the purpofe; it being to fhew that Dr. Pierce's quotations from Pliny and others, ,do not prove the real exiflence of the Gardens. After thefe, comes the Oxford Editor; and he pronounces in favour of Dr. Bentley against Dr. Pierce, in these words, The Gardens of Adonis were never reprefented under any local defcription. But whether this was faid at hazard, or to contradi&t Dr. Pierce, or to rectify Mr.Theobald's mistake of the question, it is fo obfcurely expreffed, that one can hardly determine.

ACT II.

ALIEW

SCENE I.

Before ORLEANS.

Enter a Serjeant of a Band, with two Centinels.

SER JEAN T.

IRS, take your places, and be vigilant :
If any noife or foldier you perceive
Near to the wall, by fome apparent fign
Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.

Cent. Serjeant, you fhall. Thus are poor fervitors (When others fleep upon their quiet beds) Conftrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold. Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with fealing ladders. Their drums beating a dead march.

Tal. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
By whofe approach the regions of Artois,
Walloon, and Picardy are friends to us;
This happy night the Frenchmen are fecure,
Having all day carous'd and banquetted.
Embrace we then this opportunity,

As fitting beft to quittance their deceit,
Contriv'd by art and baleful forcery.

Bed. Coward of France! how much he wrongs his

fame,

Defpairing of his own arms' fortitude,

To join with witches and the help of hell!

Bur. Traitors have never other company.

But what's that Pucelle, whom they term fo pure?
Tal. A maid, they say.

Bed. A maid? and be fo martial?

Bur. Pray God, fhe prove not mafculine ere long!.

If underneath the standard of the French

She carry armour, as fhe hath begun.

Tal.