Recover'd is the town of Orleans; More blessed hap did ne'er befal our state. Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, And feaft and banquet in the open streets; To celebrate the joy, that God hath giv'n us. Alan. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, [Flourish. Exeunt. (11) Coffer of Darius] When Alexander the Great took the City Gaza, the Metropolis of Syria, amidst the other Spoils and Wealth of Darius treafur'd up there, he found an exceeding rich and beautiful little Cheft, or Casket. Having furvey'd the fingular Rarity of it, and ask'd those about him what they thought fitteft to be laid up in it; when they had feverally deliver'd their Opinions, he told them, He efteem'd nothing fo worthy to be preferv'd in it as Homer's Iliads. Vide Plutarchum in Vitâ Alexand. Magni. ACT S ACT II. SCENE, before Orleans. Enter a Serjeant of a Band, with two Centinels. SERJEANT. IRS, take your places, and be vigilant : Near to the wall, by fome apparent fign Cent. Serjeant, you fhall. Thus are poor fervitors (When others fleep upon their quiet beds) Constrain❜d to watch in darkness, rain, and cold. Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with fealing ladders. Their drums beating a dead march. Tal. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, Bed. Coward of France; how much he wrongs his Defpairing of his own arms fortitude, To join with witches and the help of hell! But what's that Pucelle, whom they term fo pure? Tal. A maid, they fay. Bed. A maid? and be fo martial? I 2 [fame, Bur Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long, If underneath the ftandard of the French She carry armour, as he hath begun. Tal. Well, let them practife and converfe with fpirits; Bed. Afcend, brave Talbot, we will follow thee. The other yet may rise against their force... Bur. I to this. 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. Gent. [within.] Arm, arm; the enemy doth make affault. [The English, fealing the Walls, Cry, St. George! A Talbot! Pon The French leap o'er the walls in their fhirts. Enter, feveral ways, Baftard, Alanfon, Reignier, half ready and half unready. Alan. How 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. Didft thou at firft, to flatter us withal, Make 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 mifchief never could have fal'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 surpriz❜d. Baft. Mine was fecure. Reig. And fo was mine, my lord. Char. And for my felf, moft part of all this night, Then how, or which way, fhould they firft break in? [Exeunt. SCENE, within the Walls of Orleans. Alarum. Enter a Soldier crying, a Talbot! a Talbot! they fly, leaving their clothes behind. Sol. T'LL be fo bold to take what they have left : I' The cry of Talbot ferves me for a fword, For I have loaden me with many spoils, Ufing no other weapon but his name. 13 [Exit. Enter [Retreat. Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy. What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began, Rous'd on the fudden from their drowsy beds, They did amongst the troops of armed men Bur. My felf, as far as I could well discern After that things are fet in order here, We'll follow them with all the pow'r we have, Enter a Messenger. Me. All hail, my lords; which of this princely trâin Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts So much applauded through the realm of France? Tal. |