Being ordain'd his fpecial governor; [Exit. Win. Each hath his place and function to attend: I am left out for me nothing remains: But long I will not be thus out of office: The King from Eltam I intend to send, And fit at chiefeft ftern of public weal. SCENE V. Before Orleans in France. [Exit. Enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier, marching with a drum and Soldiers. Char. MARS his true moving, even heav'ns, as in the So in the earth to this day is not known. Tho' ftill the famifh'd English, like pale ghosts, And have their provender ty'd to their mouths; Reig. Let's raife the fiege: why live we idly here? Char. Sound, found alarum: we will rufh 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. Re-enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier. Char. Who ever faw the like? what men have I? Alan. Froyfard, a countryman of ours, records, It fendeth forth to fkirmish; one to ten! Char. Let's leave this town, for they are hair-brain'd flaves, And hunger will enforce them be more eager: Alan. Be it fo. Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Baft. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him. Dau. Baftard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? Ordained Ordained is to raise this tedious fiege; Dau. Go, call her in; but first, to try her skill, Reig. FA 'A IR maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous feats ? Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile mè? Be not amaz'd: there's nothing hid from me: Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile. Heav'n, and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd Lo, whilft I waited on my tender lambs, That beauty am I bleft with, which you fee. Pucel. I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd sword, Dau. Then come o'God's name, for I fear no woman. Pucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. [Here they fight, and Joan la Pucelle overcomes. Dau. Stay, ftay thy hands, thou art an Amazon; And fighteft with the fword of Debora. [weak. Pucel. Chrift's mother helps me, elfe I were too Dau. Who-c'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must Impatiently I burn with thy defire; [help me: My heart and hands thou haft at once subdu'd; Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be fo, Let me thy fervant and not Sovereign be, Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy proftrate thrall. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Alan. Doubtlefs, he fhrives this wonian to her fmock; Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his fpeech. Reig. Shall we difturb him, fince he keeps no mean? Alan. Alan. He may mean more than we poor men do know: These women are fhrewd tempters with their tongues. Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you on? Shall we give over Orleans or no? Pucel. Why, no I say; distrustful recreants! Fight till the laft gafp, for I'll be your guard. Dau. What she fays, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out. Pucel. Affign'd I am to be the English fcourge. This night the fiege affuredly I'll raife: Expect Saint Martin's fummer, Halcyon days, Since I have enter'd thus into these wars. Glory is like a circle in the water; Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, Till by broad fpreading it disperse to nought. With Henry's death the English circle ends; Difperfed are the glories it included : Now am I like that proud infulting ship, Which Cafar and his fortune bore at once. Dau. Was Mahomet inspired with a Dove? Thou with an Eagle art infpired then. Helen the mother of great Conftantine, Nor yet St. Philip's daughters, were like thee. Bright flar of Venus, fall'n down on the earth, How may I reverently worship thee? Alan. Leave off delays, and let us raise the fiege. Reig. Woman, do what thou canft to fave our honours; Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. Dau. Presently try: come, let's away about it. No prophet will I truft, if the proves falfe. [Exeunt. The Tower-gates, in LONDON. Enter Gloucester, with his Serving-men. Am this day come to furvey the Tower; Glou. Since Henry's death, I fear, there is con veyance. P 4 Where |