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Either they must be dieted like mules,
And have their provender tied to their mouths,
Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
Reig. Let's raise the siege; Why live we idly
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 money, hath he to make war.
Char. Sound, sound alarum; we will rush on
Puc. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile
Where is the dauphin?-come, come from behind;
I know thee well, though never seen 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.
Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's
Now for the honour of the forlorn French :-
Him I forgive my death, that killeth me,
When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. [Exe.
Alarums; excursions; afterwards a retreat.
enter Charles, Alençon, Reignier, and others.
Char. Whoever saw the like? what men have I?-And, in a vision full of majesty,
Dogs! cowards! dastards!--I would ne'er have fled,
But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd
To shine on my contemptible estate:
Re-And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
God's mother deigned to appear to me;
Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
He fighteth as one weary of his life.
The other lords, like lions wanting food,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.1
Alen. Froissard, 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 Samsons, and Goliases,
It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose
They had such courage and audacity?
Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hair-
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 forsake the siege.
Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals2 or device,
Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on;
Else ne'er could they hold out so, as they do.
By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone.
Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Bast. Where's the prince dauphin? I have news for him.
Char. Bastard3 of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
Bast. Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer
Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand :
A holy maid hither with me I bring,
Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven,
Ordained is to raise this tedious siege,
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
What's past, and what's to come, she can descry.
Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
For they are certain and unfallible.
(1) i. c. The prey for which they are hungry.
(2) A gimmal is a piece of jointed work, where
one piece moves within another; here it is taken
at large for an engine..
Will'd me to leave my base vocation,
And free my country from calamity:
Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success:
In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
And, whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
That beauty am I bless'd with, which you see.
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
And I will answer unpremeditated:
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,
And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this:5 Thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high
Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,-
In single combat thou shalt buckle with me;
And, if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.
Puc. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd sword,
Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's
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.
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
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.
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
Let me thy servant, and not sovereign, be;
'Tis the French dauphin sueth to thee thus.
Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,
For my profession's sacred from above:
When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
Then will I think upon a recompense.
(3) This was not in former times a term of re proach.
(5) Be firmly persuaded of it.
Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. This night the siege assuredly I'll raise: Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days, Since I have entered into these wars. Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. With Henry's death, the English circle ends; Dispersed are the glories it included. Now am I like that proud insulting ship, Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.
Char. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? Thou with an eagle art inspired then. Helen, the mother of great Constantine, Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters,2 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 raise the siege. Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. Char. Presently we'll try :-Come, let's away about it:
No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. [Exe. SCENE III.-London. Hill before the Tower. Enter, at the gates, the Duke of Gloster, with| his serving-men, in blue coats.
Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates; Gloster it is that calls. [Servants knock. 1 Ward. [Within.] Who is there that knocks so imperiously?
1 Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster.
2 Ward. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may
1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, villains? 1 Ward. [Within.] The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
Glo. Who willed you? or whose 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 dunghill grooms?
Servants rush at the Tower gates. Enter, to the
gates, Woodville, the lieutenant.
Wood. [Within.] What noise is this? what trai-
(1) Expect prosperity after misfortune.
(2) Meaning the four daughters of Philip, mentioned in Acts xxi. 9.
Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter. Wood. [Within.] Have patience, noble duke: I may not open;
The cardinal of Winchester forbids:
From him I have express commandment,
That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in.
Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'fore
Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate, Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the king:
Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
1 Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector; Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
Enter Winchester, attended by a train of servants, in tawny-coats.
Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey? what means this?
Glo. Piel'd priest,5 dost thou command me to be shut out?
Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor,6 And not protector of the king, or realm.
Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator; Thou, that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord; Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin: I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot;
This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth,
I'll use, to carry thee out of this place.
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; Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your beard;
[Gloster and his men attack the bishop. I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat; In spite of pope or dignities of church, Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the 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. In the midst of it, enter the Mayor of London, and officers. May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme ma gistrates,
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
Glo. Peace, mayor; thou know'st little of my
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens; One that still motions war, and never peace, O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; That seeks to overthrow religion,
(3) Theft. (4) Break open. (5) Alluding to his shaven crown. (6) Traitor (7) Sift. (8) A strumpet.
(9) An allusion to the bishop's habit
Because he is protector of the realm; And would have armour here out of the Tower, To crown himself king, and suppress the prince. Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows. [Here they skirmish again. May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous strife,
But to make open proclamation:Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst. 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.
May. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away :-
This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.
Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou
Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head; For I intend to have it, ere long.
[Exeunt. 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.
Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd by me :
Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Something I must do, to procure me grace :3
The prince's espials have inform'd me,
How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
In yonder tower, to overpeer the city;
And thence discover, how, with most advantage,
They may vex us, with shot, or with assault.
To intercept this inconvenience,
A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd;
And fully even these three days have I watch'd,
If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch,
For I can stay no longer.
If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
And thou shalt find me at the governor's. [Exit.
Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower, the Lords
Salisbury and Talbot, Sir William Glansdale,
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and others.
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd?
Discourse, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top.
Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner, Called-the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles; For him I was exchang'd and ransomed. But with a baser man of arms by far, Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
1 That is, for peace-officers armed with club
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
Rather than I would be so pil'd esteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd,
But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart!
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.
Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert entertain'd.
Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious
In open market-place produc'd they me,
To be a public spectacle to all;
Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
Then broke I from the officers that led me;
The scare-crow that affrights our children so.
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grisly countenance made others fly;
None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
That they suppos'd, I could rend bars of steel,
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant :
Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
That walk'd about me every minute-while;
And if I did but stir out of my bed,
Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd,
But 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 Frenchmen how they fortify;
Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions,
Where is best place to make our battery next.
Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there stand
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak;
How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!—
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,
That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.-
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury want mercy at thy hands!—
Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die, whiles-
He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me;
As who should say, When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.-
Plantagenet, I will; and Nero-like,
(2) Pride. (3) Favour. (5) So stripped of honours.
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched shall France be only in my name.
[Thunder heard, afterwards an alarum. What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens? Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise?
Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head:
The dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,—
A holy prophetess, new risen up,—
Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan!
It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng’d.—
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:-
Pucelle or puzzel,1 dolphin or dogfish,
Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.—
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen
dare. [Exeunt, bearing out the bodies.
SCENE V.-The same. Before one of the gates.
Alarum. Skirmishings. Talbot pursueth the
Dauphin, and driveth him in: then enter Joan
la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her.
Then enter Talbot.
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;
A woman, clad in armour, chaseth them.
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
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.
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 witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists:
So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench,
Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.
They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs;
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
[A short alarum.
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
Renounce your soil, give sheep in lion's stead:
Sheep run not half so timorous from the wolf,
Or horse, or oxen, from the leopard,
As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
[Alarum. Another skirmish. It will not be :-Retire into your trenches:
(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,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.~
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
In spite of us, or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
[Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot and his
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,
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
When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
For which, I will divide my crown with her:
And all the priests and friars in my realm
Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.
A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was:
In memory of her, when she is dead,
Her ashes, in an urn more precious
Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius,
Transported shall be at high festivals,
Before the kings and queens of France.
No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
Come in; and let us banquet royally,
After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Exe.
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 banqueted: 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,
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?
Tal. A maid, they say.
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.
About relieving of the sentinels:
Then how, or which way, should they first break in?
Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case,
How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
And now there rests no other shift but this,-
To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers'd,
And lay new platforms2 to endamage them.
Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, A
God is our fortress; in whose conquering name,
Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
Bed. Ascend, 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.
Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his
Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right
Of English Henry, shall this night appear
How much in duty I am bound to both.
[The English scale the walls, crying St. George!
a Talbot! and all enter by the town.
Sent. [Within.] Arm, arm! the enemy doth make assault!
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 unready! so?
Bast. Unready?ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well.
Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our
Hearing alaruins at our chamber-doors.
Talbot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their
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.
SCENE II-Orleans. Within the town. Enter
Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain, and
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.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
And here advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre of this cursed town.-
Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
And, that hereafter ages may behold
Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd :
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engrav'd the sack of Orleans;
The treacherous manner of his mournful death,,
And what a terror he had been to France.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms, I muse,3 we met not with the dauphin's grace;
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
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
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?
Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his
At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail,
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?-
Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default;
That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept,
As that whereof I had the government,
We had not been thus shamefully surpris'd.
Bast. Mine was secure.
And so was mine, my lord.
Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night,
Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc;
Nor any of his false confederates.
Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight
Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
They did, amongst the troops of armed men,
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern,
For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night.)
Am sure, I scar'd the dauphin, and his trull;
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,
That could not live asunder day or night.
After that things are set in order here,
We'll follow them with all the power we have.
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. All hail, my lords! which of this princely