To cross the feas, and to be crown'd in France [goes; K. Henry. When Glofter fays the word, King Henry For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. Glou. Your fhips already are in readiness. Manet Exeter. [Exeunt. Exe. Ay, we may march in England or in France, This late diffention, grown betwixt the peers, Which in the time of Henry, nam'd the Fifth, [Exit. SCENE changes to Roan in France. Enter Joan la Pucelle difguis'd, and four Soldiers with Sacks upon their backs. T Pucel. Hefe are the city-gates, the gates of Roan, Thro' which our policy must make a breach. Take heed, be wary, how you place your words; Talk like the vulgar fort of market-men, Therefore we'll knock. Watch. Qui va là? [Knocks. Pucel. Pucel. Paifans, pauvres gens de France. Poor market-folks, that come to fell their corn. Pucel. Now, Roan, I'll fhake thy bulwarks to the Enter Dauphin, Baftard, and Alanson. Reig. By thrufting out a torch from yonder tow'r, Enter Joan la Pucelle on the top, thrufting out a torch burning. Pucel. Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, That joineth Roan unto her countrymen ; But burning fatal to the Talbotites. Baft. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret ftand. Dau. Now fhines it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes. Reig. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends; Enter and cry, The Dauphin! prefently, And then do execution on the Watch. [An Alarm; Talbot in an Excurfion. Tal. France, thou fhalt rue this treafon with thy tears. If Talbot but furvive thy treachery. Pucelle, that witch, that damned forcerefs, That hardly we efcap'd the prize of France. (11) [Ex. An (11) That hardly we efcap'd the Pride of France.] All the Copies concur in this reading: but it feems to be an abfurd and unmeaning one. The best Conftruction, that can arife from efcaping the Pride of France, is, efcaping the proud French : which would come very improperly from Talbot's 'Mouth. I have An alarm: Excurfions. Bedford brought in, fick, in a chair. Euter Talbot and Burgundy, without; within, Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Baftard, and Reignier, 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 fuch a rate. 'Twas full of darnel; do you like the tafte? Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend, and fhameless curtizan! I truft, ere long to choak thee with thine own; And make thee curfe the harveft of that corn. Dau. Your Grace may ftarve, perhaps, before that time. Bed. Oh let not words, but deeds, revenge this treafon ! Pucel. What will you do, good grey beard? break a And run a-tilt at death within a chair? [lance, Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all defpight, Incompass'd with thy luftful paramours, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardife a man half dead? Damfel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or elfe let Talbot perish with his fhame. Pucel. Are you fo hot? yet, Pucelle, hold thy Peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. [They whisper together in counfel. God fpeed the parliament! who fhall be the fpeaker? 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 fpeak not to that railing Hecate, But unto thee, Alanson, and the rest. Will ye, like foldiers, come and fight it out? Tal. Seignior, hang: bafe muleteers of France ! Like peafant foot-boys do they keep the walls, have ventur'd to suppose, our Author wrote, the Prize : i, e. We hardly escap'd being feiz'd by, becoming the Prize of the French. So likewife in the French Tongue, la Prife fignifies the Seizure, or apprehending of any thing, as well as the Thing Seized And 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 Or elfe reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! Burg. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not fo dishonour me: Burg. Couragious Bedford, let us now perfuade you. Bed. Not to be gone from hence: for once I read, That ftout Pendragon, in his litter fick, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes. Tal. Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast! And fet upon our boasting enemy. [Exit. An Alarum: excurfions: Enter Sir John Faftolfe, and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Faftolfe, in fuch haste ? Faft. Whither away? to fave my felf by flight. We are like to have the overthrow again. Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot? Faft. Faft. Ay, all the Talbots in the world to fave my life, [Exit. Cap. Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee! [Exit. Retreat: excurfions. Pucelle, Alanson, and Dauphin fly. Bed. Now, quiet foul, depart when heav'n fhall please ; For I have feen our enemies' overthrow. What is the truft or ftrength of foolish man? [Dies; and is carried off in his chair. SCENE, within the walls of Roan. An Alarm: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the reft. OST and recover'd in a day again ? Tal. L This is a double honour, Burgundy; Yet, heav'ns have glory for this victory! Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Infhrines thee in his heart; and there erects Thy noble deeds, as Valour's monuments. Tal. Thanks, gentle Duke; but where is Pucelle now? I think, her old Familiar is afleep. Now where's the Baftard's braves, and Charles his glikes? What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief; That fuch a valiant company are fled. Now we will take fome order in the town, And then depart to Paris to the King; For there young Henry with his Nobles lyes. Burg. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. The noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd; [Exeunt. Enter Dauphin, Baftard, Alanfon, and Joan la Pucelle. Pucel. Difmay not, Princes, at this accident, Nor |