Exe. To Eltam will I, where the young King is, Being ordain'd his fpecial Governor,

And for his fafety there I'll beft devife.

Win. Each hath his Place and Function to attend:
I am left out; for me nothing remains:

But long I will not be Jack out of Office,
The King from Eltam I intend to fend,
And fit at chiefeft ftern of publick Weal.

[Exita

[Exit.

Enter Charles, Alenfon, and Reignier, marching with a

Drum and Soldiers.

Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the Heavens,
So in the Earth, to this day is not known.
Late did he fhine upon the English fide:
Now we are Victors, upon us he fmiles.
What Towns of any moment, but we have?
At pleasure here we lye, near Orleans:
Otherwhiles, the famifh'd English, like pale Ghosts,
Faintly befiege us one Hour in a Month.

Alen. They want their Porredge, and their fat Bull-Beeves,

Either they must be dieted like Mules,

And have their Provender ty'd to their Mouths,
Or piteous they will look, like drowned Mice.
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,
Now for the Honour of the forlorn French :
Him I forgive my Death that killeth me;

When he fees me go back one foot, or fly.

[Exeunt.

[Here Alarm, they are beaten back by the English, with great Lofs,

Enter Charles, Alenfon, and Reignier.

Char. Who ever faw the like? What Men have I?
Dogs, Cowards, Daftards: I would ne'er have fled,
But that they left me midft my Enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a defperate Homicide,
He fighteth as one weary of his Life:
Two other Lords, like Lions wanting Food,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey,

Alen

Alen. Froyfard, 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 Sampfons and Goliaffes

It fendeth forth to Skirmish; one to ten!
Lean raw-bon'd Rafcals, who would e'er fuppofe
They had fuch Courage and Audacity?
Char. Let's leave this Town,

For they are hair-brain'd Slaves,

And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Of old I know them; rather with their Teeth
The Walls they'll tear down, than forfake the Siege.
Reig. I think by fome odd Gimmals or Device
Their Arms are fet, like Clocks, ftill to ftrike on;
Elle ne'er could they hold out fo as they do:
By my confent, we'll even let them alone.

Alen. Be it fo.

Enter the Baftard of Orleans.

Baft. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have News for him. Dan. Baftard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.

Baft. Methinks your Looks are fad, your Chear appal❜d. Hath the late Overthrow wrought this Offence? Be not difmay'd, for Succour is at hand:

A holy Maid hither with me I bring,

Which by a Vifion fent to her from Heaver,
Ordained is to raise this tedious Siege,

And drive the English forth the bounds of France:
The Spirit of deep Prophefie the hath,
Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome:
What's past, and what's to come, she can defcry.
Speak, fhall I call her in? Believe my Words,
For they are certain and infallible.

Dan. Go, call her in; but firft, to try her Skill,
Reignier ftand thou as Dauphin in my place;
Question her proudly, let thy Looks be ftern,
By this means hall we found what Skill the hath.
Enter Joan la Pucelle.

Reig. Fair Maid, is't thou wilt do thefe wondrous Feats?
Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkeft to beguile me?

Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind,

I know thee well, though never feen before.
Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me:
In private will I talk with thee apart:

Stand back, you Lords, and give us leave a while.
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a Shepherd's Daughter,
My Wit untrain'd in any kind of Art:

Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd
To fhine on my contemptible Estate.
Lo, whilft I waited on my tender Lambs,
And to Suns parching heat display'd my Cheeks,
God's Mother deigned to appear to me.
And in a Vifion full of M jefty,
Will'd me to leave my bafe Vocation,
And free my Country from Calamity:
Her Aid the promis'd, and affur'd Success.
In compleat Glory the reveal'd her felf;

And whereas I was black and fwart before,
With thofe clear Rays which fhe infus'd on me,
Ta Beauty am I bleft wi h, which you fee.
Ask me what question thou canft poffible,
And I will anfwer unpremeditated:

My Courage try by Combat, if thou dar'st,
And thou halt find that I exceed my Sex.
Refolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy Wailike Mate.
Dan.Thou haft aftonish'd me with thy high terms:
Only this proof I'll of thy Valour make,
In fingle Combat thou shalt buckle with me;
And if thou vanquisheft, thy Words are true,
O herwife I renounce all Confidence.

Pucel. I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd Sword,
Deck'd with fine Flower-de-Luces on each fide,
The which at Tourain in St. Katharine's Church-yard,
Our of a great deal of old Iron, I chose forth.

Dan. Then come a God's Name, I fear no Woman.
Pucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly no Man.

Here they Fight, and Joan de Pucelle overcomes.
Dan. Stay, ftay thy Hands, thou art an Amazon,
And fighteft with the Sword of Debora.

Pucel. Chrift's Mother helps me, elfe I were too weak.

Dan.

Dan. Who e'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me: Impatiently I burn with thy defire,

My Heart and Hands thou haft at once fubdu'd,
Excellent Pucelle, if thy Name be so,

Let me thy Servant, and not Sovereign be,
Tis the French Dauphin fueth to thee thus.
Pucel. I must not yield to any rights of Love,
For my Profeffion's facred from above:
When I have chafed all thy Foes from hence,
Then will I think upon a Recompence.

Dan. Mean time look gracious on thy proftrate Thrall.
Reig. My Lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
Alen. Doubtlefs he fhrives this Woman to her Smock,
Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his Speech

Reig. Shall we difturb him, fince he keeps no mean? Alen. He may mean more than we poor Men do know: Thefe Women are threwd tempters with their Tongues. Reig. My Lord, where are you? What devile you on? Shall we give over Orleans, or no?

Pucel. Why no, I fay; diftruftful Recreants,
Fight 'till the laft gafp; for I'll be your guard.
Dau. What the fays I'll confirm; we'll fight it out.
Pucel. Affign'd I am to be the English Scourge.
This Night the Siege affuredly I'll raife:
Expect Saint Martin's Summer, Halcyon days,
Since I have entred thus into thefe Wars,
Glory is like a Circle in the Water;
Which never ceafeth to enlarge it felf
'Till by broad fpreading it difperfe to nought.
With Henry's death, the English Circle ends,
Difperfed are the Glories it included:
Now am I like that prond infulting Ship,
Which Cafar and his Fortune bore at once,
Dau. Was Mahomet infpired with a Dove?
Thou with an Eagle art infpir'd then.
Helen, the Mother of great Conftantine,
Nor yet St. Philip's Daughters were like thee.
Bright Star of Venus, fall'n down on the Earth,
How may I reverently worship thee enough?
Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raife the Siege.

Reig. Woman, do what thou canft to fave our Honours, Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.

Dan. Prefently we'll try: Come, let's away about it,
No Prophet will I truft, if the proves false.

Enter Gloucester, with his Serving-Men.
Glo. I am to furvey the Tower this day:
Since Henry's Death, I fear there is Conveyance:
Where be thefe Warders, that they wait not here?
Open the Gates, 'tis Gloucefter that calls.

[Exeunt.

1 Ward. Who's there, that knocks fo imperiously? 1 Man. It is the Noble Duke of Glofter.

2 Ward. Who e'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, anfwer you fo the Lord Protector? I Ward. The Lord protect him, fo we answer him, We do not otherwife than we are will'd.

Gio. Who willed you? or whofe Will stands but mine? There's none Protector of the Realm, but I. Break up the Gates, I'll be your warrantize; Shall I be flouted thus by dunghil Grooms? Gloucester's Men rush at the Tower Gates, and Woodvile the Lieutenant fpeaks within.

Wood. What noife is this? What Traitors have we here? Glo. Lieutenant, is it you whofe Voice I hear? Open the Gates, here's Glo'fter that would enter. Wood. Have patience, Noble Duke, I may not open, The Cardinal of Winchester forbids;

From him I have exprefs Commandment,

That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.

Glo. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizeft him 'fore me?
Arrogant Winchester, the haughty Prelate,
Whom Henry our late Sovereign ne'er could brook?
Thou art no Friend to God or to the King:
Open the Gate, or I'll fhut thee out shortly.
Serv. Open the Gates to the Lord Protector,

Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly. Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates, Winchester and his Men in Tawny Coats.

Win. How now ambitious Umpire, what means this? Glo. Piel'd Prieft, doft thou command me to be shut out?

Win. I do, thou moft ufurping Proditor,

And