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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

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 man!
Tal.' What chance is this, that suddenly hath

cross'd us?
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 woeful tragedy !
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the Fifth he first train’d to the wars ;

did sound, or drum struck up, His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.

6 Camden says, in his Remaines, that the French scarce knew the use of great ordnance till the siege of Mans, in 1455, when a breach was made in the walls of that town by the English, under the conduct of this earl of Salisbury; and that he was the first English gentleman that was slain by a cannon ball.


Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury ? though thy speech doth fail,

thou hast to look to heaven for grace:
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.-
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands !-
Bear hence his body, I will help to bury it.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any

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


When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.-
Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
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 ?

Enter a Messenger.
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.

[SALISBURY groans.
Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan!
It irks his heart, he cannot be revenged.-
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you
Pucelle or puzzel?, dolphin or dogfish,

7 Puzzel means a dirty wench or a drab, “ from puzza, i. e. malus foetor,' says Minsheu. Thus in Steevens's Apology for Herodotus, 1607, “Some filthy queans, especially our puzzels of París, use this theft.' And in Stubbe's Anatomy of Abuses, 1595, "Nor yet any droye nor puzzel in the country but will carry a nosegay in her hand.' It should be remembered that in the poet's time the word dauphin was always written dolphin.

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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.

The same. Before one of the Gates.
Alarum. Skirmishings. TALBOT pursueth the Dau-

phin, 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 1, thou art a witch,
And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st.
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace

[They fight.
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,
And 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 hungry, starved men;
Help Salisbury to make his testament:
This day is ours, as many more shall be.

[Pucelle enters the Town, with Soldiers. 1 The superstition of those times taught that he who could draw a witch's blood was free from her power.

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 lions' stead: Sheep run not half so timorous 3 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 : 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. 0, would I were to die with Salisbury ! The shame hereof will make me hide


head. [Alarum. Retreat. Exeunt Talbot and

his Forces, &c.

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 1: Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform’d her word.

? Alluding to Hannibal's stratagem to escape, by fixing bundles of lighted twigs on the horns of oxen, recorded by Livy, lib. xxij. c. xvj. 3 Old copy treacherous. Corrected by Pope. i Wolves. Thus the second folio, the first omits that word,

Char. Divinest creature, bright Astrea'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 andjoy, 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, of Memphis, ever was : :

and the epithet bright prefixed to Astrea in the next line but one. Malone follows the reading of the first folio, and contends that by a licentious pronunciation a syllable was added, thus Engleïsbr, Asterea.

2 The Adonis horti were nothing but portable earthen pots, with some lettuce or fennel growing in them. On his yearly festival every woman carried one of them in honour of Adonis, because Venus had once laid him in a lettuce bed. The next day they were thrówn away. The proverb seemed to have been used always in a bad sense, for things which make a fair show for a few days and then wither away. The author of this play has mistakingly made the dauphin apply it as an encomium. There is a good account of it in Erasmus's Adagia. 3 The old copy reads :

• Than Rhodophe's or Memphis ever was.' Rhodope, or Rhodopis, a celebrated courtezan, who was a slave in the same service with Æsop, at Samos. The brother of Sappho, Charaxes, purchased her freedom and married her. She obtained so much money by selling her favours at Naucrates, that she is said to have erected at Memphis 'the fairest and most

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