That hardly we escap'd the pride of France.

[Exeunt to the town. Alarum: Excurfions. Enter, from the town, BEDFORD, brought in fick, in a chair, with TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the English forces. Then, enter on the walls, LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENÇON, and Others.

Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread? I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,

Before he'll buy again at fuch a rate:

'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste?

BUR. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtézan ! I truft, ere long to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harveft of that corn.

CHAR. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that time. BED. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason! Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance, And run a tilt at death within a chair?

TAL. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all defpite,
Encompass'd with thy luftful paramours!
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
Damfel, I'll have a bout with you again,
Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

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Puc. Are fo hot, fir? Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.

[TALBOT, and the reft, confult together. God speed the parliament ! who shall be the speaker ? TAL. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field?

Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, Το try if that our own be ours, or no.

TAL. I speak not to that railing Hecaté, But unto thee, Alençon, and the reft;

Will ye, like foldiers, come and fight it out?
ALEN. Signior, no.

TAL. Signior, hang!-bafe muleteers of France !
Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,
And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.

Puc. Away, captains: let's get us from the walls;
For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.
God be wi' you, my lord! we came, fir, but to tell
That we are here.

you

[Exeunt LA PUCELLE, &c. from the walls.
TAL. And there will we be too, ere it be long,
Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame !—
Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,

(Prick'd on by publick wrongs, sustain'd in France,)
Either to get the town again, or die :
And I,-as fure as English Henry lives,
And as his father here was conqueror ;
As fure as in this late-betrayed town
Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried;
So fure I fwear, to get the town, or die.

BUR. My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
TAL. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
The valiant duke of Bedford :-Come, my lord,
We will bestow you in fome better place,
Fitter for fickness, and for crazy age.

BED. Lord Talbot, do not fo dishonour me:
Here will I fit before the walls of Roüen,
And will be partner of your weal, or woe,

BUR. Courageous Bedford, let us now perfuade you.
BED. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read,
That ftout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,
Came to the field, and vanquished his foes:
Methinks, I fhould revive the foldiers' hearts,

Because I ever found them as myself.

TAL. Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast!
Then be it fo-Heavens keep old Bedford fafe!--
And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,

But gather we our forces out of hand,
And fet upon our boafting enemy.

[Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, leaving
BEDFORD, and Others.

Alarum: Excurfions. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE, and a CAPTAIN.

CAP. Whither away, fir John Faftolfe, in fuch hafte? FAST. Whither away? to fave myself by flight;

We are like to have the overthrow again.

CAP. What will you fly, and leave lord Talbot ?

FAST. Ay,

All the Talbots in the world, to fave my life.

[Exit.

CAP. Cowardly knight ! ill fortune follow thee! [Exit.
Retreat: Excurfions. Enter, from the town, LA PUCELLE,
ALENÇON, CHARLES, &c. and Exeunt, flying.
BED. Now, quiet foul, depart when heaven please;
For I have feen our enemies' overthrow.

What is the truft or ftrength of foolish man?
They, that of late were daring with their fcoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to fave themselves.

[Dies, and is carried off in his chair. Alarum: Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and Others. TAL. Loft, and recover'd in a day again!

. This is a double honour, Burgundy:
Yet, heavens have glory for this victory!

BUR. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Enfhrines thee in his heart; and there erects
Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument.

TAL. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?

I think, her old familiar is afleep:

Now where's the Baftard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? What, all a-mort? Roüen hangs her head for grief,

That fuch a valiant company are fled.

Now will we take fome order in the town,
Placing therein fome expert officers;

And then depart to Paris, to the king;
For there young Henry, with his nobles, lies.
BUR. What wills lord Talbot, pleafeth Burgundy,
TAL. But yet, before we go, let's not forget
The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,
But fee his exequies fulfill'd in Roüen;
A braver foldier never couched lance,
A gentler heart did never fway in court:
But kings, and mightiest potentates, must die;
For that's the end of human mifery.

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. The fame. The Plains near the City. Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD, ALENÇON, LA PuCELLE, and Forces.

Puc. Difmay not, princes, at this accident,
Nor grieve that Roüen is fo recovered:
Care is no cure, but rather corrofive,
For things that are not to be remedy'd.
Let frantick Talbot triumph for a while,
And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train,
If Dauphin, and the reft, will be but rul'd.
CHAR. We have been guided by thee hitherto,
And of thy cunning had no diffidence;
One fudden foil shall never breed distrust.

BAST. Search out thy wit for fecret policies,
And we will make thee famous through the world,

ALEN. We'll fet thy ftatue in fome holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed faint; Employ thee then, fweet virgin, for our good. Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devife: By fair perfuafions, mix'd with sugar'd words, We will entice the duke of Burgundy

To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

CHAR. Ay, marry, fweeting, if we could do that,
France were no place for Henry's warriors;
Nor fhould that nation boaft it so with us,
But be extirped from our provinces.

ALEN. For ever fhould they be expuls'd from France, And not have title of an earldom here.

Puc. Your honours fhall perceive how I will work,
To bring this matter to the wished end. [Drums beard.
Hark! by the found of drum, you may perceive
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
An English March. Enter and pass over, at a distance,
TALBOT, and his Forces.

There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread;
And all the troops of English after him.

A French March. Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY, and
Forces.

Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and his;
Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind.
Summon a parley, we will talk with him.

[A parley founded.

CHAR. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.
BUR. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
BUR. What fay'ft thou, Charles ? for I am marching

hence.

CHAR. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy words.