O'ertake me if thou canft, I fcorn thy ftrength.
Go, go, chear up thy hunger-starved 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 ftench,
Are from their hives, and houses, driv'n away.
They call'd us for our fiercenefs English dogs,
Now, like their whelps, we crying run away.

[Afhort 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. your trenches:

It will not be retire into

You all confented unto Salisbury's death,

For none would ftrike 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.

XI.

SCENE

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

DVANCE our waving colours on the

Pucel.

Refcu'd is Orleans from the English Wolves :
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.

Dau.

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

More bleffed hap did ne'er befal our state.

[town?

Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, And feaft and banquet in the open ftreets; To celebrate the joy, that God hath giv'n us.

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 priefts and friars in my realm. Shall in proceffion fing her endlefs praise A ftatelier pyramid to her I'll rear, Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was! In memory of her, when fhe is dead, Her Ashes, in an urn more precious Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius, Tranfported fhall be at high fellivals, 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.

ACT

II.

SCENE I.

Before ORLEANS.

Enter a Serjeant of a Band, with two Centinels.
SERJEANT.

IRS, take your places, and be vigilant :
If any noife or foldier you perceive

Near

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 darknefs, rain, and cold.

Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with scalingladders. 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 secure,
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 mártial?

Bur. Pray God, fhe prove not mafculine ere long! If underneath the standard of the French

She carry armour, as fhe hath begun.

Tal Well, let them practife and converfe with fpirits;
God is our fortrefs, in whofe conqu'ring name
Let us refolve to scale their flinty bulwarks,

Bed. Afcend, brave Talbot, we will follow thee.
Tal. Not all together: better far I guess,
That we do make our entrance several ways:
That if it chance the one of us do fail,
The other yet may rise against their force.
Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner.

Bur. I to this.

Tal.

Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave. Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right Of English Henry, fhall this night appear

How much in duty I am bound to both.

Cent. [within.] Arm, arm; the enemy doth make affault.

[The English, Scaling the Walls, cry, St. George! A Talbot!

The French leap o'er the Walls in their fhirts. Enter feveral ways, Baftard, Alanfon, Reignier, half ready and half unready.

Alan

H

TOW now, my lords? what all unready fo? Baft. Unready? I, and glad we fcap'd fo well.

Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds; Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.

Alan. Of all exploits, fince firft I follow'd arms, Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize

More venturous, or defperate than this.

Baft. I think, this Talbot is a fiend of hell.

Reig. If not of hell, the heav'ns, fure, favour him. Alan. Here cometh Charles, I marvel how he fped.

Enter Charles and Joan.

Baft. Tut! holy Joan was his defenfive guard. Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Didft thou at firft, to flatter us withal,

Make us partakers of a little gain ;

That now our lofs might be ten times as much? Pucel. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?

At all times will you have my pow'r alike?
Sleeping, or waking, muft I ftill prevail?
Or will
you blame and lay the fault on me?

Improvident foldiers, had your watch been good,
This fudden mischief never could have fall'n.
Char. Duke of Alanfon, this was your default,
That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Alan. Had all your quarters been as safely kept,
As that whereof I had the government,
We had not been thus fhamefully furpriz'd.
Baft. Mine was fecure.

Reign. And fo was mine, my lord.

Char. And for myfelf, moft part of all this night,
Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,
I was employ'd in paffing to and fro,
About relieving of the centinels.

Then how, or which way, fhould they firft break in?
Pucel. Queftion, my lords, no further of the cafe,
How, or which way; 'tis fure, they found fome part
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made:
And now there refts no other fhifts but this,
To gather our foldiers, scatter'd and disperst,
And lay new platforms to endamage them.

[Exeunt.

SCENE

III.

Within the Walls of Orleans.

Alarm. Enter a foldier crying, a Talbot! a Talbot ! they fly, leaving their clothes behind.

Sol. I

'LL be fo bold to take what they have left; The cry of Talbot ferves me for a fword,

For I have loaden me with many spoils,

Ufing no other weapon but his name.

Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy.

[Exit

Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whofe pitchy mantle over veil'd the earth. Here found retreat, and ceafe our hot purfuit. [Retreat.

Tal.