Cha.
Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens,
So in the earth, to this day is not known:
Late did he shine upon the English side;
Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.
What towns of any moment, but we have?
At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans;
The whiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.

Ale.
They want their porridge, and their fat bull-beeves:

Either they must be dieted like mules,
And have their provender ty'd to their mouths;
Or piteously they will look, like drowned mice.

Rei.
Let's raise the siege; why sit we idly here?
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.

Cha.
Sound, sound alarum;—we will rush on them. [Charge sounded.
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. [Exeunt. * ^noteAlarums; skirmishings; afterwards a retreat. &blquo;Re-enter Charles and the rest.

&blquo;Cha.
&blquo;Who ever saw the like? what men have I?—
&blquo;Dogs! cowards! dastards—I would ne'er have fled,
&blquo;But that they left me 'midst my enemies.

&blquo;Rei.
&blquo;Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
&blquo;He fighteth as one weary of his life.
&blquo;The other lords, like lions wanting food,
&blquo;Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

&blquo;Ale.
&blquo;Froisard, a countryman of ours, records,
&blquo;England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
&blquo;During the time Edward the third did reign:
&blquo;More truly now may this be verify'd;
&blquo;For none but Sampsons, and Goliasses,
&blquo;It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
&blquo;Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose,
&blquo;They had such courage and audacity?

&blquo;Cha.
&blquo;Let's leave this town; for they are hair-brain'd slaves,
&blquo;And hunger will enforce them be more eager:
&blquo;Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
&blquo;The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege.

&blquo;Rei.
&blquo;I think, by some odd gimmals or device,

&blquo;Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on;
&blquo;Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
&blquo;By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone.

&blquo;Ale.
&blquo;Be it so. Enter the Bastard of Orleans.

Bas.
Where's the prince dauphin? I have news for him.

Cha.
Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.

Bas.
Methinks, your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd;
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 prophesy 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.

Cha.
Go, call her in: [Exit Bas.] But, first, to try her skill,
Reignier, stand thou as dauphin in my place:
Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern;—
By this means shall we sound what skill she hath. [retires. Enter La Pucelle, ushered.

Rei.
Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous feats?

Puc.
Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?—
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* ^note:
In private will I talk with thee apart;—
Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while. [Driving them back.

Rei.
She takes upon her bravely at first dash† ^note.

Puc.
Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,
My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
Heaven, and our lady gracious, hath it pleas'd
To shine on my contemptible estate:
Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
God's mother deigned to appear to me;
And, in a vision full of majesty,
Will'd me to leave my base vocation,
And free my country from calamity:
Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success:
In compleat glory she reveal'd herself* ^note;
And, whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
That beauty am I blest 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, thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

Cha.
Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
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, [Drawing it.
Deck'd with fine flower-de-luces on each side;
The which at Touraine, in saint Catharine's church-yard,
Out of a great deal of old iron I chose† ^note.

Cha.
Then come o'God's name, for I fear no woman. [Addressing him to the combat.

Puc.
And, while I live, I'll never fly no man. [Engaging him.

Cha.
Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon,
And fightest with the sword of Debora.

Puc.
Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.

Cha.
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 recompence.

Cha.
Mean time look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.

Rei.
My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.

Ale.
Doubtless, he shrives this woman to her smock;
Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.

Rei.
Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?

Ale.
He may mean more than we poor men do know:
These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.

Rei.
My lord, [to the Dauphin, advancing.] where are you? what devise you on?
Shall we give o'er this Orleans or no?

Puc.
Why, no, I say: distrustful recreants,
Fight 'till the last gasp; I will be your guard.

Cha.
What she says, I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.

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 enter'd thus 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* ^note.
Now am I like that proud insulting ship,
Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.

Cha.
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 were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
How may I ever worship thee enough?

Ale.
Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.

Rei.
Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
Drive them from hence, and be immortaliz'd.

Cha.
Presently we'll try:—Come, let's away about it:—
No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. [Exeunt. ^noteSCENE III.

&blquo;* [Footnote: London. Hill before the Tower. &blquo;Warders within attending. Enter, to the Gates, the duke of Gloster, and Servingmen in blue.

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;I am come to survey the Tower this day;
&blquo;Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.—
&blquo;Where be these warders, that they wait not here? [Servants knock at the Gates.
&blquo;Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.

&blquo;1. W.
&blquo;Who's there, that knocketh so imperiously?

&blquo;1. S.
&blquo;It is the noble duke of Glocester.

&blquo;2. W.
&blquo;Whoe'er he be, he may not be let in.

&blquo;1. S.
&blquo;Villains, answer you so the lord protector?

&blquo;1. W.
&blquo;The lord protect him! so we answer him:
&blquo;We do no otherwise than we are will'd.

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;Who willed you? or whose will stands, but mine?
&blquo;There's none protector of the realm, but I.—
&blquo;Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize‡ ^note:
&blquo;Shall I be flouted thus by dunghil grooms? &blquo;Servants rush at the Gates. Enter, to the Gates, within, Woodvile, the Lieutenant.

&blquo;Woo.
&blquo;What noise is this? what traitors have we here?

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear?
&blquo;Open the gates; here's Gloster that would enter.

&blquo;Woo.
&blquo;Have patience, noble duke; I may not open,
&blquo;The cardinal of Winchester forbids:
&blquo;From him I have express commandment,
&blquo;That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?
&blquo;Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate,
&blquo;Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
&blquo;Thou art no friend to heav'n, or to the king:
&blquo;Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.

&blquo;Ser.
&blquo;Open the gates unto the lord protector;
&blquo;We'll burst them open, if you come not quickly. &blquo;[Servants rush at the gates again. &blquo;Enter Beaufort, Bishop of Winchester; and Train of Servants in Tawny.

&blquo;Win.
&blquo;How now, ambitious Humphrey? what means this?

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;Piel'd priest, dost thou command me be shut out?

&blquo;Win.
&blquo;I do, thou most usurping proditor,
&blquo;And not protector of the king or realm.

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;Stand back, thou manifest conspirator;
&blquo;Thou that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord;
&blquo;Thou that giv'st whores indulgencies to sin:
&blquo;I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
&blquo;If thou proceed in this thy insolence.

&blquo;Win.
&blquo;Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot;
&blquo;This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
&blquo;To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
&blquo;Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
&blquo;I'll use, to carry thee out of this place.

&blquo;Win.
&blquo;Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to thy face.

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;What, am I dar'd, and bearded to my face?—
&blquo;Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
&blquo;Blue-coats to tawny-coats.—Priest, beware thy beard; &blquo;[Gloster and his men attack the others.
&blquo;I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly:
&blquo;Under my feet I'll stamp thy cardinal's hat;

&blquo;In spite of pope, or dignities of church,
&blquo;Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.

&blquo;Win.
&blquo;Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the pope.

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;Winchester goose, I cry—A rope! a rope!—* ^note
&blquo;Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?—
&blquo;Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.—
&blquo;Out, tawny-coats!—out, scarlet hypocrite! &blquo;A great Tumult: Enter the Mayor of London, and Officers.

&blquo;May.
&blquo;Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
&blquo;Thus contumeliously should break the peace!

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;Peace, mayor; for thou know'st little of my wrongs:
&blquo;Here's Beaufort, that regards nor heav'n nor king,
&blquo;Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.

&blquo;Win.
&blquo;Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens;
&blquo;One that still motions war, and never peace,
&blquo;O'er-charging your free purses with large fines;
&blquo;That seeks to overthrow religion,
&blquo;Because he is protector of the realm;
&blquo;And would have armour here out of the Tower,
&blquo;To crown himself king, and suppress the prince.

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;I will not answer thee with words, but blows. [Tumult begins again.

&blquo;May.
&blquo;Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous strife,
&blquo;But to make open proclamation:—
&blquo;Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.

&blquo;Off.

&blquo;All manner of men, assembled here in arms this day, against heaven'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.&brquo;

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
&blquo;But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.

&blquo;Win.
&blquo;Gloster, we'll meet; to thy dear cost, be sure:
&blquo;Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.

&blquo;May.
&blquo;I'll call for clubs, if you will not away:—
&blquo;This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.

&blquo;Glo.
&blquo;Mayor, farewel: thou dost but what thou may'st.

&blquo;Win.
&blquo;Abominable Gloster! guard thy head;
&blquo;For I intend to have it, ere't be long. [Exeunt either party severally.

&blquo;May.
&blquo;See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.—
&blquo;Good heav'n! that nobles should such stomachs bear!
&blquo;I myself fight not once in forty year* ^note. [Exeunt.

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