HENRY VI. Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms; Only this proof I'll of thy valour make, — Puc. I am prepar'd : here is my keen-edg'd sword, Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth. Char. Then come o' God's name, I fear no woman. Puc And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. [They fight. Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon, And fightest with the sword of Deborah. Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak. Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me : Impatiently I burn with thy desire: My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd. Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love, Char. Mean time, look gracious on thy prostrate Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. smock; Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. mean? Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues. Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants! it out. Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. Nor yet, Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee. Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. about it: No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. [Exeunt. London. Hill before the Tower. SCENE III. Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day: [Servants knock. 1 Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster. 1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, villains? We do no otherwise than we are will'd. Glo. Who willed you or whose will stands, but There's none protector of the realm, but I. — Servants rush at the Tower gates. Enter to the gates, WOODVILLE, the Lieutenant. Wood. [Within.] What noise is this? what traitors have we here? hear?. Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice may not open; I The cardinal of Winchester forbids: Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate, Thou art no friend to God, or to the king: 1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector; Enter WINCHESTER, attended by a Train of Servants in tawny coats. Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey? what means this? Glo. Piel'd priest, dost thou command me to be Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot; This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back: Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to thy Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my face? - Draw, men, for all this privileged place; [GLOSTER and his men attack the Bishop. pope. Glo. Winchester goose, I cry · -a rope! a rope! Now beat them hence, Why do you let them stay? Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array. Out, tawney-coats ! · -out, scarlet hypocrite! Here a great tumult. SCENE IV. ACT L France. Before Orleans. Enter, on the walls, the Master-Gunner and he M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is And how the English have the suburbs won. Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, Howe'er, unfortunate, I missed my aim. M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd Something I must do, to procure me grace. A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd; If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word; May. Fye, lords! that you, being supreme ma gistrates, Thus contumeliously should break the peace! Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Win. Here's Gloster, too, a foe to citizens; And would have armour here out of the Tower, But to make open proclamation: - Off. All manner of men, assembled here in arms this Gio. 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 sure: Thy heart-blood I will have, for this day's work. Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. Good God! that nobles should such stomachs bear! í myself fight not once in forty year. [Exerat. Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the LORDS Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! Whom with my bare fists I would execute, Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious taunts. In open market-place produc'd they me, Here, said they, is the terror of the French, To hurl at the beholders of my shame. My grisly countenance made others fly; So great fes of my ame 'mongst them was That they suppos'd, I could rand bars of steel, And if I did out stir out of my bed, Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd; | Alarum. Skirmishings. TALBOT pursueth the DauBut we will be reveng'd sufficiently. Now it is supper-time in Orleans: Here, through this grate, I can count every one, And view the Frenchinen how they fortify; Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee. Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords. Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. [Shot from the town. SALISBURY and Sir THO. GARGRAVE fall. Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful inan! Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak; phin, and driveth him in; then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her. enter TALBOT. Then Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee: thee. 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 : [A short alarum. Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, In spite of us, or aught that we could do. Enter, on the walls, PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENÇON, and Soldiers. Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls; How shall I honour thee for this success? France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess ! - Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. won; For which, I will divide my crown with her : And all the priests and friars in my realm [Flourish. Ereunt. (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,) Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold. Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, unth 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 banqueted : Embrace we then this opportunity; As fitting best to quittance their deceit, Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery. Bed. Coward of France! - how much he wrongs his fame, Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, To join with witches, and the help of hell. Bur. Traitors have never other company. But what's that Pucelle, whom they term so pure? A maid! and be so martial! Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long; If underneath the standard of the French, She carry armour, as she hath begun. Of English Henry, shall this night appear [The English scale the walls, crying St. George! The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, Bastard, ALENÇON, REIG NIER, half ready, and half unready. Alen. How now, my lords? what, all unready so Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well. Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds, Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous, or desperate than this. Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him. Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel, how he sped. Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE. Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, Make us partakers of a little gain, That now our loss might be ten times so much? At all times will you have my power alike? Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good, About relieving of the sentinels: Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying a Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their clothes behind. Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; For I have loaden me with many spoils, Using no other weapon but his name. Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will : And I have heard it said,— Unbidden guests Are often welcomest when they are gone. Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy, [Exit. I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. Come hither, captain. [Whispers.]- You perceive my mind. Within the Town. SCENE II. - Orleans. Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. [Retreat sounded. A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd: I muse, we met not with the Dauphin's grace; 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, I shall as famous be by this exploit, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death. Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight, And his achievements of no less account: Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, To give their censure of these rare reports. Enter Messenger and TALBOT. Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad, began, Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds, Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, Enter a Messenger. That with his name the mothers still their babes? I thought, I should have seen some Hercules, It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you : Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves Mess. All hail, my lords! which of this princely To know the cause of your abrupt departure. 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, With modesty admiring thy renown, By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, I 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; |