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That here you maintain sev'ral factions ;
And, whilft a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
You are disputing of your Generals.
One would have lingring wars with little coft ;
Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings :
A third man thinks, without expence at all,
By guileful fair words, peace may be obtain'd.
Awake, awake, English nobility!
Let not sloth dim your honours, new.begot ;
Crop'd are the Flower-de-luces in your Arms,
Of England's Coat one half is cut away.

Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.

Bed. Me they concern, Regent I am of France ;
Give me my steeled coat, l'll fight for France.
Away with these disgraceful, wailing robes ;
Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes,

their intermiflive miseries.

Enter to them another Meffenger. 2 Mel. Lords, view these letters, full of bad mischance. France is revolted from the English quite, Except some petty towns of no import. The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims, The baftard Orleans with him is join'd: Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part, The Duke of Alanson Aies to his side. [Exit.

Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all Aie to him? O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?

Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies' throats. Bedford, if thou be flack, I'll fight it out.

Bed. Glofter, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness ? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.

Enter a third Mesenger. 3 Mel. My gracious lords, to add to your laments, Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse, I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French. Wix. What! wherein Talbot overcamei ist so?

3 Mell.

3 Mel. O, no ; wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown. The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of August laft, this dreadful lord Retiring from the fiege of Orleans, Having scarce full fix thousand in his troop, By three and twenty thousand of the French Was round encompaffed and fet upon. No leisure had he to enrank his men ; He wanted pikes to fet before his archers ; Instead whereof, fharp stakes, pluckt out of hedges, They pitched in the ground confusedly ; To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. More than three hours the fight continued ; Where valiant Talbot above human thought Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durft stand him ; Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he flew, The French exclaim'd, « The devil was in arms! All the whole army stood agaz'd on him. His foldiers, spying his undaunted fpirit, A Talbot! Talbot! cried out amain, And ruih'd into the bowels of the battle, Here had the Conqueft fully been seald up, If Sir John Faftolfe had not play'd the coward; (3) He being in the vaward, (plac'd behind, With purpose to relieve and follow them) Cowardly fled, not having ftruck one stroak. Hence grew the gen'ral wreck and massacre ; Enclosed were they with their enemies. A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,

(3) if Sir John Falftafte] Mr. Pope has taken Notice, in a Noce upon the third Act of this Play, “ That Falstaff is here « introduc'd again, who was dead in Henry V; the Occasion whereof is, that this Play was written before Henry IV, or “ Henry V.” This seems to me but an idle piece of Criticism. It is the Historical Sir John Fastolfe, (for To he is callid by both our Chroniclers) that is here mention'd; who was a Lieutenant-General in the Wars with France, Deputy Regent to the Duke of Bedford in Normandy, and a Knight of the Garter : and not the Comic Character afterwards introduced by our Author; and which was a Creature merely of his own Brain.


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Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back ;
Whom all France with her chief assembled strength
Durft not presume to look once in the face.

Bed. Is Talbot slain then? I will flay my self,
For living idly here in pomp and ease ;
Whilft such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto his daftard foe-men is betray'd.

3 Mel: O no, he lives, but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford; Moft of the rest slaughter'd, or took likewise.

Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay. I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne, His Crown shall be the ransom of


friend :
Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
Farewel, my masters, to my task will I ;
Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
To keep our great St. George's feast withal.
Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.

3 Mel. So you had need, for Orleans is befieg'di
The English army is grown weak and faint :
The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
And þardly keeps his men from mutiny ;
Since they so few watch such a multitude.

Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn:
Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
Or bring him in obedience to your yoak.

Bed. I do remember it, and here take leave,
To go about my preparation. [Exit Bedford.

Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the hafte I can,
To view th' artillery and ammunition ;
And then I will proclaim young Henry King:

Exit Gloucefter.
Exe. To Eltam will I, where the young King is,
Being ordain'd his special governor ;
And for his safety there I'll best devise.

Win. Each hath his place and function to attend :
I am left out: for me nothing remains :
But long I will not be thus out of office:
The King from Eltam I intend to send,
And fit at chiefeft ftern of publick weal. [Exit.



SCENE, before Orleans in France. Enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier, marching with

a drum and Soldiers. Char. ARS his true moving, ev'n as in the

So in the earth to this day is not known.
Late, did he shine upon the English fide :
Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.
What towns of any moment, but we have ?
At pleasure here we lye near Orleans :
Tho still the familh'd English, like pale ghosts,
Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat Bull-

beeves ;
Either they must be dieted, like mules,
And have their provender tyd to their mouths ;
Or piteous they will look like drowned mice.

Reig. Let's raise the fiege : why live we idly here?
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear :
Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury,
And he may well in fretting spend his gall;
Nor men, nor mony, hath he to make war.

Char. Sound, found alarum: we will rush on them i Now for the honour of the forlorn French: Him I forgive my death, that kileth me; When he lees me go back one foot, or fly: Exeunt.

[Here Alarm, they are beaten back by the English

with great lofs.

Re-enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier.
Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have I?
Dogs, cowards, dastards ! I would ne'er have fled,
But that they left me 'midst

my enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a desp'rate homicide,
He fightech as one weary of his life,
The other lords, like lions wanting food,
Do ruih upon us as their hungry prey.

Alan. Froy fard, a countryman of ours, records,
England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,



During the time Edward the Third did reign :
More truly now may this be verified ;
For none but Sampsons and Goliaffes
It sendeth forth to skirmish ; one to ten !'
Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose,
They had such courage and audacity!
Char. Let's leave this town, for they are hair-brain'd

And hunger will enforce them be more eager :
Of old I know them ; rather with their teeth
The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the fiege.

Reig. I think, by fome odd gimmals or device
Their arms are set like clocks, ftill to strike on ;
Else they could ne'er hold out fo, as they do:
By my consent we'll e'en let them alone.
Alan. Be it fo.

Enter the Bastard of Orleans.
Baf. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.
Dau. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.

Baft. Methinks, your looks are fad, your chear appal'da
Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence ?
Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand :
A holy maid hither with me I bring,
Which by a vision, sent to her from heav'n,
Ordained is to raise this tedious fiege ;
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
The spirit of deep prophecie she hath,
Exceeding the nine Sibylls of old Rome:
What’s past, and what's to come, she can descry.
Speak, ihall I call her in ? believe my words,
For they are certain and infallible.

Dau. Go, call her in ; but first, to try her skill,
Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place ;
Question her proudly, let thy looks be ftern:
By this means fhall we found what skill the hath.

Enter Joan la Pucelle.
Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous

feats ?
Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkeft to beguile me?


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