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Off. All manner of men, assembled here in arms this day, against God's peace and the king's, we charge and command you, in his highness' name, to repair to your several dwelling-places; and not to wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of death. Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be
Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work.
Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; For I intend to have it, ere long. May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
Good God! that nobles should such stomachs2 bear! I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt. SCENE IV-France. Before Orleans. Enter on the walls, the Master-Gunner and his Son. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd;
And how the English have the suburbs won.
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd
A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd;
If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert entertain'd.
Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious
To be a public spectacle to all
Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd,
Play on the lute, 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. Where is my strength, my valour, and my
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.
Enter La Pucelle.
Here, here she comes:- -I'll have a bout with thee: Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee: Blood will I draw on thee,2 thou art a witch, And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st. Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee. [They fight.
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. Go, go; cheer up thy hunger-starved men; Help Salisbury to make his testament: This day is ours, as many more shall be.
[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:
(1) Dirty wench.
(2) The superstition of those times taught, that he who could draw a witch's blood was free from her power.
You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
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 Astræa's daughter, How shall I honour thee for this success? Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens, 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 Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, town? And feast and banquet in the open streets, To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
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, Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.3 1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit Serg.] Thus are poor servitors
(When others sleep upon their quiet beds,) Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold. Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, and forces, with scaling-ladders; their drums beating a dead march.
Tal. Lord regent, and redoubted Burgundy,-By whose 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 queted: Embrace we then this opportunity; As fitting best to quittance their deceit, Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery.
(3) The same as guard-room.
Bed. Coward of France !-how much he wrongs I was employ'd in passing to and fro, his fame,
About relieving of the sentinels:
Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
To join with witches, and the help of hell.
Bur. Traitors have never other company.-
Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, A Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their clothes behind.
God is our fortress; in whose conquering name,
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.
And I to this. Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right
The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, Bastard, Alençon, Reignier, half ready, and half unready.
Alen. How now, my lords? what, all unready1 so?
At all times will you have my power alike?
Then how, or which way, should they first break in?
Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled,
The middle centre of this cursed town.--
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, I muse,3 we met not with the dauphin's grace;
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc ;.
Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight
Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
Enter Charles and La Pucelle.
Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern,
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default;
Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept,
(2) Plans, schemes.
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. All hail, my lords! which of this princely train Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts So much applauded through the realm of France? Tal. Here is the Talbot; who would speak with him?
Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne,
By me entreats, good lord, thou would'st vouchsafe
(4) i. e. Where she dwells.
[Exeunt. SCENE III-Auvergne Court of the castle.
Enter the Countess and her Porter.
Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me. Port. Madam, I will. [Exit.
Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
According as your ladyship desir'd,
Mess. Madam, it is.
Is this the scourge of France?
I thought, I should have seen some Hercules,
It cannot be, this weak and writhled2 shrimp,
Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you: But since your ladyship is not at leisure, I'll sort some other time to visit you.
Count. What means he now?-Go ask him whither he goes?
Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves To know the cause of your abrupt departure. Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, go to certify her, Talbot's here.
Re-enter Porter, with keys.
Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Tal. Prisoner! to whom? Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord; And for that cause I train'd thee to my house. Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, For in my gallery thy picture hangs: But now the substance shall endure the like; And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, That hast by tyranny, these many years, Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
How can these contrarieties agree?
Tal. That will I show you presently.
Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse: I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited; And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; For I am sorry, that with reverence
I did not entertain thee as thou art.
Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake The outward composition of his body. What you have done, hath not offended me: No other satisfaction do I crave,
But only (with your patience,) that we may
Count. With all my heart: and think me honoured To feast so great a warrior in my house. [Exeunt. SCENE IV.-London. The Temple Garden. Enter the Earls of Somerset, Suffolk, and Warwick; Richard Plantagenet, Vernon, and another Lawyer.
Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means this silence?
Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
Suff. Within the Temple hall we were too loud; The garden here is more convenient.
Plan. Then say at once, if I maintain❜d the truth; Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
Suff: 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law; And never yet could frame my will to it; And, therefore, frame the law unto my will. Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then between us.
War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
(5) Announced loudly.
(6) i. e. Regulate his motions most adroitly.
Till you conclude that he, upon whose side
Som. Good master Vernon, it is well objected;2|| If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
Plan. And I.
Ver. Then, for the truth and plainness of the case, I pluck this pale, and maiden blossom here, Giving my verdict on the white, rose side.
Som. Prick not your finger as you pluck it off'; Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red And fall on my side so against your will.
Ver. If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
Som. Well, well, come on: Who else?
Suff. I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. Som. Away, away, good William De-la-Poole ! We grace the yeoman, by conversing with him. War. Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset ;
His grandfather was Lionel, duke of Clarence, Third son to the third Edward king of England; Spring crestless yeomen3 from so deep a root?
Plan. He bears him on the place's privilege,4 Or durst not. for his craven heart, say thus.
Som By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
On any plot of ground in Christendom:
Plan My father was attached, not aftainted;
Som. Ay, thou shalt find us ready for thee still And know us, by these colours, for thy foes; For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear. Plan. And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, Will I for ever, and my faction, wear; Until it wither with me to my grave, Or flourish to the height of my degree.
Suff. Go forward, and be chok'd with thy arbition!
And so farewell, until I meet thee next. [Exit. Som. Have with thee, Poole.-Farewell, ambitious Richard. [Exit. Plan. How I am brav'd, and must perforce endure it!
War. This blot, that they object against your house,
Shall be wip'd out in the next parliament,
Plan. Good master Vernon, I am bound to you,
Plan. Thanks, gentle sir. Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say, This quarrel will drink blood another day. [Exe. SCENE V-The same. A room in the Tower. Enter Mortimer, brought in a chair by two Keepers.
Mor. Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.Even like a man new haled from the rack, So fare my limbs with long imprisonment:mg
(4) The Temple, being a religious house, was a sanctuary. (5) Excluded. (6) Confederate. (7) Opinion