Tal. What chance is this, that suddenly hath cross'd us? Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men? One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off! Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand, One eye thou hast to look to heaven for grace? He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me; Play on the Inte, beholding the towns burn: [Thunder heard; afterwards an alarum. What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens? Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise ? Enter a Messenger. Mess. My Lord, my Lord, the French have gather'd head: The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, - Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd. And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmén dare, .: [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies. Alarum. Skirmishings. TALBOT pursueth the Dauphin, and driveth him in then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter TALEOT. Tul. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them : A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them. Devil, or devil's dam; I'll conjure thee: Blood Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch, Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage, And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder, But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come: I must go victual Orleans forthwith. O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. [PUCELLE enters the town, with Soldiers. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do : Are from their hives, and houses, driven away. As you fly from your oft subdued slaves. VOL. X. [Alarum. Another skirmish. 10 It will not be: Retire into your trenches: You all consented unto Salisbury's death, In spite of us, or aught that we could do. and his forces, &c. SCENE VI. The same. Enter, on the walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and soldiers. Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls; Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves:Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. Char. Divinest creature bright Astraea's daughter, How shall I honour thee for this success? That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess! Recover'd is the town of Orleans: More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day For which, I will divide, my crown with her : After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. The same. Enter to the gates, a French Sergeant, and two Sentinels. Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant : If any noise, or soldier, you perceive, Near to the walls, by some apparent sign, 1. |