Stockdale's edition of Shakespeare, with explanatory notes

Dau. Prefently we'll try:-Come, let's away

about it :

No prophet will I truft, if the prove false.

SCENE

Tower-Gates in London.

[Exeunt.

111.

Enter Glefier, with his Serving.

-men.

Glo. I am come to furvey the Tower this day;) Since Henry's death, I fear, there is convey

ance

Where be thefe warders, that they wait not here: Open the gates: it is Glofter that calls.

Glo. Stand back, thou manifeft co pirator; Thou, that contrivit to murder o dad iord; Thou, that giv'ft whores indulby I'll can, afs thee in thy broad cardinal', Int ́, If thou proceed in this thy info e ce.

[foot:

Tiin. Nay, and thou back, I will not budge a
This be Damafcus, be thou carfed Coin",
To flay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

Glo. I will not flay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy fcarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth
I'll ufe, to carry thee out of this place. [face.
Win. Do what thou dar it; beard thee to thy
Glo. What am I dar'd, and bearded to my

I Ward. Who's there, that knocketh fo im- Draw, men, for all this privileged place; [face ?--

1 Ward. The Lord protect him! fo we Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. anfwer him :

We do no otherwife than we are will'd.

Gl. Who will'd you? or whole will ftands,
but mine?

There's note protector of the realm, but I.—
Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize :
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
Gifter's Men ruth at the Tower-Gates, and Wood-
vile, the Lieutenant, speaks within.

Wood. What noife is this? what traitors have we here?

Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whofe voice I hear? Open the gates; here's Glofter, that would enter. Wood. Have patience, noble duke; 1 may not

open;

The cardinal of Winchester forbids:

From him I have exprefs commandement,
That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in. [me ?
Glo. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizeft him 'fore
Arrogant Winchetter? that haughty prolate,
Whom Henry, our late fovereign, ne'er could
brook ?

Thou art no friend to God, or to the king:
Open the gates, or I'll fhut thee out fhortly.

Serv. Open the gates there to the lord protector; | We'll burit them open, if that you come not quickly.

Enter to the Protestor, at the Tower-Gates, Wincbfler and his men in taway coats 2. Win. How now, ambitious Humphry ? what means this?

Glo. Piel'd prieft, doft thou command me to be fhut out?

Win. I do, thou moft ufurping proditor, And not protector of the king or realm.

Win. Glofter, thou'lt anfwer thus before the pope. Glo. Winchester goofe ! I cry-A rope! a

rope!—

Litay? Now beat them hence, Why do you let them Thee I'll chafe hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.Out, tawny-coats!-out, fcarlet hypocrite! Here Glofter's Men beat out the Cardinal's; and enter in the burly-burly, the Mayor of London and bis Officers.

Mayor. Fie, lords! that you, being fupreme
magiftrates,

Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
Gio. Peace, mayor; for thou know'ft little of
my wrongs:
Here's Beaufort, that regard, nor God nor king,
Hath here diftrain'd the Tower to his ufe.

Win. Here's Glofter too, a foe to citizens;
One that ftill motions war, and never peace,
O'er-charging your free purfes with lage tmes;
That feeks to overthrow religion,
Because he is protector of the realm;
And would have armour here out of the Tower,
To crown himfelf king, and fupprefs the price.
Gla. I will not aniwer the with words, but
blows. [He they firmifh again.
Mayor. Nought refts for me, in this tumultu-
ous ftrife,

But to make open proclamation :---Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canft, Off. All manner of men, affembled bere in a "ms this day, againft God's peace and the king, we charge and command Услу in his highness name, to repair to your feveral dwelling plates; and not wear, bandle, or ufe, any food, weapon, or digger, benceforward, upen pain of death.

Conveyance means theft. 2 A tawny coat was the drefs of the officer whofe business it was to fummon offenders to an ecclefiaftical court. Thefe are the proper attendants therefore on the bilhop of Winchelter. 3 Ailuding to his lhaven crown. In Weever's Funeral Monumeats, p. 154, Robert Baldocke, bishop of London, is called a feded priest, pilide clerk, feemingly in allution to dis ihaven crown alone. So, bild-head was a term of corn and mockery. 4 The public itews were formerly under the diftrict of the bishop of Winchelter. I behove, Fil tumble thee into thy great hat, and Jhake thee, as cran and meat are fhaken in a five. 6 Maundr1, in his Travels, fays, that about four miles from Damafcus is a high hill, reported to be the fame on which Cain flow his brother Abel. 7 A ftrumpet, or the confequences of her love, was a Winchester gool.

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5 This means,

Glo.

Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
Win. Glofter, we'll meet; to thy coft, be thou
fure:

Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
Mayor. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away:
This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.
Glo. Mayor, farewel: thou doft but what thou
may'ft.

Win. Abominable Glofter! guard thy head;
For I intend to have it, ere long.

[Exeunt. Mayor. See the coaft clear'd, and then we will depart.

Good God! that nobles fhould fuch ftomachs bear 1 myself fight not once in forty year. [Excunt.

SCENE

Orleans in France.

IV.

Enter the Mafer-Gunner of Orleans, and bis Boy.
M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'ft how Orleans is
befieg'd;

And how the English have the fuburbs won.
Boy. Father, I know; and oft have thot at them,
Howe'er, unfortunate, I mits'd my aim.
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not.
rul'd by me:

Be thou

Chief master-gunner am I of this town ;
Something I must do to procure me grace.
The prince's 'fpials have informed nie,
How the English, in the fuburbs clote intrench'd,
Went, through a fecret grate of iron bars
In yonder tower, to over-peer the city;
And thence difcover, how, with most advantage,
They may vex us, with fhot, or with affault.
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 fee them: Now, boy, do thou watch;
For I can ftay no longer.

If thou fpy'ft any, run and bring me word;
And thou fhalt find me at the governor's

[Fxit.
Boy. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
I'll never trouble you, if I may fpy them.
Enter the Lords Salisbury and Talbot, with Sir
W.Glanfdale and Sir Tho. Gargrave, on the turrets.
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd !
How wert thou handled, being prifoner?
Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd?
Difcourfe, I pry'thee, on this turret's top.

Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prifoner,
Called the brave Jord Ponton de Santrailles ;
For him was I exchang'd and ranfomed.
But with a bafer man of arms by far,
Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me:
Which I, difdaining, fcorn'd; and craved death
Rather than I would be fo pill'd2 esteemed.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I defir'd.
But, oh! the treacherous Fattolfe wounds
heart!

Whom with my bare fifts I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.

Tal. With fcoffs, and fcorns, and contumelious

taunts.

In open market-place produc'd they me,
To be a public fpectacle to all ;

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French,
The fcare-crow that affrights our children fo.
Then broke I from the officers that led me;
And with my nails digg'd ftones ont of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grifly countenance made others fly ;
None durft come near, for fear of fudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not fecure;
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
That they fuppos'd, I could rend bars of fteel,
And spurn in pieces pofts of adamant :
Wherefore a guard of chofen shot I had,
That walk'd about me every minute while;
And if I did but itir out of my bed,
Ready they were to thoot me to the heart.
Enter the Boy, with a linflock.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you en-
dur'd;

But we will be reveng'd fufficiently.
Now it is fupper-time in Orleans:
Here, through this grate, I can count every one,
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;

Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee.-
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glanfdale,
Let me have your exprefs opinions,
Where is beft place to make our battery next.
Gar. I think, at the north gate: for there ftand
lords.

Glan. And I here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
Tal. For aught I fee, this city must be famish'd,
Or with light fkirmishes enfeebled.

[Shot from the town. Salisbury and Sir Tha. Gargrave fall down.

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched finners!

Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man !
Tal. What chance is this, that fuddenly hath
crofs'd us?-

Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst fpeak;
How far it thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes, and thy cheek's fide itruck off!—
Accurfed tower! accurfed 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:
Whilft any trump did found, or drum ítruck up,
His word did ne'er leave ftriking in the field.-
Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury though thy fpeech doth
fail,

One eye thou hait to look to heaven for grace:
The fun 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, haft thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, chear thy fpirit with this comfort;

Sal. Yet tell'it thou not, how thou wert en Thou shalt not die, whiles-
tertain'd.

He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me;

As who fhould fa;, When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the Frenb.——
Plantagenet, I will; and, Nero-like,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched fhalt France be only in my name.

[Here an alarum, and it thunder's and lighters.
What ftir is this? What turault's in the heavens ?
Whence co neth this alarum and this noife?
Enter a Mellinger.

Mf. My lord, my lord, the French have
gather'd head:

The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
A holy prophetefs, new rifen up,-

Is come with a great power to raise the fiege.
[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up, and groans.
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, dolphin or dogfish,
Your hearts I'll ftamp 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 daftard Frenchmen dare.
[llarum. Exeant, baring out the bodies.
SCE N E

Here an alarum again; and Talbot pursueth the

Tul. 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 the lifts:
So bees with imoke, and doves with noifome ftench,
Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.
They call'd us, for our fiercenefs, Englith dogs;
Now, like their whelps, we crying run away.
[A fort alarum.

Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England's coat ;
Renounce your foil, give theep in lions' ftead :
Sheep run not half fo timorous from the wolf,
Or horfe, or oxen, from the leopard,
As you fly from your oft-subdued ilaves.-

[Alarum. Here another fkirmish.
It will not be :-Retire into your trenches:
You all confented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would ftrike a ftroke in his revenge.--
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

In fpight of us, or aught that we could do. b, would I were to die with Salitbury! The shame hereof will make me hide my head. [Exit Talbot. [Alarum, retreat, flourih.

SCENE VI.

Dauphin, and driveth him: then enter Joan la Enter, on the walls, Pucelle, Dauphin, Reignier,
Pavelle, driving Englishmen b. fɔre her. Then enter
Talbot.

Alencon, and Soldiers.

Pucel. Advance our waving colours on the walls;

Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my Refcu'd is Orleans from the English wolves :-

force?

Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; A woman, clad in armour, chafeth them.

Enter La Pacile.

Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
Dau. Divineft creature, bright Aftræca's daughter,
How shall I honour thee for this fuccefs?
Thy promifes are like Adonis' gardens,

France, triumph in thy glorious prophetefs!—
Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
More bletfed hap did ne'er befall our state.

Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town?

Here, here she comes :--I'll have a bout with thee; That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next.--
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
Blood will I draw on thee 2, thoart a witch,
And straightway give thy foul to him thou fervit.
Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I that molt difgrace
thee.
[They fight.
Tal. Heavens, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail?
My breaft l'il burft with ftraining of my cout ge,
And from my fhoulders crack my arms afunder,
But I will chaftife this high-minded strumpet.

Pucel. Taibot, farewell; thy hour is not yet I must go victual Orleans forthwith. come: [hort alarum. Then enter the town with joldiers.

Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
And feaft and banquet in the open streets,
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.

dion, All France will be replete with mirth and
joy,

When they fhall hear how we have play'd the men.
Dau. "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 proceflion, fing her endless praife.
A ftatelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Than Rhodope's 3, or Memphis', ever was:
[Exit Pucelle. "In memory of her, when she is dead,

O'ertake me if thou canft; I fcorn thy ftrength. Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starved men; Help Sihory to make his testament:

This day is ours, as many more shall be.

1 Mr. Tollet fays, Pussel means a dirty wench or a drab, from puzza, i. c. malus fætor, fays Minfhew. In a tranflation from Stephens's Apology for Herodotus, in 1607, p. 98, we read, "Some filthy queans, especially our puzzles of Paris, ufe this other theft.” 2 The fuperftition of thofe times taught, that he that could draw the witch's blood, was free from her power. 3 Rhodope was a famous trumpet, who acquired great riches by her trade. The leaft but most finished of the Egyptian pyramid, was built by her. She is laid afterwards to have married Pfammetichus, king of E6ypt.

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Her

Her afhes, in an urn more precious
Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius,
Tranfported fhall be at high feftivals
Before the kings and queens of France.

No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
But Joan la Pucelle thall be France's faint.
Come in; and let us banquet royally,

After this golden day of victory. [Flourish." Excunt.

SCENE I.

Before Orleans.

ACT

Enter a French Serjeant, with two Centinels.
IR S, take your places, and be vigilant :

Ser. If any noife, or foldier, you perceive,

Near to the walls, by fome apparent fign,
Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.

Gent. Scrjeant, you fhall. [Exit Serjeant.] Thus
are poor fervitors

(When others fleep upon their quiet beds) Conitrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.

Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with fealing Ladders. Their drums beating a dead march.

Tal. Lord regent-and redoubted Burgundy,

By whofe 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 belt to quittance their deceit,

Contriv'd by art, and baleful forcery.

Bed. Coward of France !--how much he wrongs his!

fame,

Defpairing 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 to pure? Tal. A maid, they fay.

Bed. A maid! and be fo martial!

II.

Of English Henry, fhall this night appear
How much in duty I am bound to both.
[The English, fealing the walls, cry, St. George!
A Talbot!

Gent. [Within.] Arm, arm! the enemy doth

make afault !

The French leap over the walls in their fits. Enter Several ways, Baflard, Alencon, Reignier, balf ready, and bilf unready.

Alen. How now, my lords? what all unready 2 so? Baf. Unready?ay, and glad we 'cap'd fo well. Rig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake, and leave Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. [our beds, Alen. Of all exploits, fince firft 1 follow'd arms, Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous, or defperate, than this.

Baf. I think, this Talbot is a fiend of hell. Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, fure, favour him. Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel how he fped.

Enter Charles, and Pucelle.

Baf. Tut! holy Joan was his defenfive guard.
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame ?
Didit thou at firft, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain,
That now our lofs might be ten times fo much?
Pucl. Wherefore is Charles impatient with
his friend?

At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping, or waking, muft I still prevail,

Bur. Pray God, the prove not mafculine ere long; Or will you blame and lay the fault on me ?—

If underneath the ftandard of the French,

She carry armour, as the hath begun.

Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with fpirits:

God is cur fortrefs; in whofe conquering name, Let us refolve to fcale their flinty bulwarks.

Bed. Afcend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess, That we do make our entrance feveral ways; That, if it chance the one of us do fail, The other yet may rife against their force. Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner.

Improvident foldiers! had your watch been good, This fudden mifchief never could have fall'n.

Cbar. Duke of Alencon, 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 fafely kept, As that whereof I had the government, We had not been thus fhamefully furpriz’d. Buf. Mine was fecure.

Reign. And fo was mine, my lord.

Char. And, for myfelf, moft part of all this night, Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, I was employ'd in patling to and fro,

About relicting of the centinels:

Then how, or which way, should they firft break in?

I When Alexander the Great took the city of Gaza, the metropolis of Syria, amid the other fpoils and wealth of Darius treafured up there, he found an exces ding rich and beautiful little cheft or cafket, and afked those about him what they thought fitt✰ to be laid up in i'. When they

had feverally delivered their opinions, he told them, he esteemed nothing fo worthy to be preferved in it as Homer's Iliad. 2 Unready was the current word in thofe times for undress'd.

Purel.

Pucel. Queftion, my lords, no further of the cafe, How, or which way; 'tis fure they found fome part

But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
And now there reíts no other fhift but this,-
To gather our foldiers, fcatter'd and difpers'd,
And lay new platforms to endamage them.
Alarum.

Enter a Soldier crying, A Talbst!
Talbot! they ty, leaving their chaths bebind.
Sol. I'll be fo bold to take what they have left.
The cry of Talbot ferves me for a fword;
For I have loaden me with many fpoils,
Ufing no other weapon but his name.

[Exit.

Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, Et. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whofe pitchy mantic over-veil'd the earth. Here found retreat, and cenfe our hot purfuit.

Lisetreat.

Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salibury; And here advance it in the market-place, The middle centre of this curfed town.-Now have I py'd my vow unto his foul; For every drop of blood was drawn from him, There hath at least five Frenchmen dy'd to-night, And, that hereafter ages may behold What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, Within their chiefeft temple I'll erect A tomb, wherein his corpfe fhall be interr'd : Upon the which, that every one may re', Shall be engrav'd the fack of Orleans; The treacherous manner of his mournful death, And what a terror he had been to France. But, lords, in all our bloody matfacre, I mufe, we met not with the Dauphin's grace; His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc; Nor any of his falic confederates.

[began,

Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight Rous'd on the fudden from their drowiy beds, They did, amongit the troop, of armed men, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

Bur. Myfeif (as far as I could well difcern, For fmoke, and duiky vapours of the night) Am fure, I fear'd the Dauphin, and his trull ; When arm in arm they both came twiftly running, Like to a pair of loving turtle doves, That could not live afunder day or night. After that things are fet in order here, We'll follow them with all the power we have. Enter a Mejlenger.

Mf. All hail, my lords! which of this princely Call ye the waike Talbot, for his acts [train So much applauded through the realm of France? | Tal. Here is the Talbot; Who would speak with him?

Me. The virtuous lady, countefs of Auvergne, With modefty adming thy renown,

By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldft vouchf.fe
To vist her poor caftle where the lies;
That the may boat, the hath beheld the man

Whofe glory fills the world with loud report.
Bur. Is it even fo? Nay, then, I fee, our wars
Will turn into a peaceful comic fport,
When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.—
You may not, my lord, defpife her gentle fuit.
Tal. Ne'er truft me then; for, when a world
of men

Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:
And therefore tell her, I return great thanks;
And in fubmiflion will attend on her.----
Will not your honours bear me company?

Pel. No, truly; that is more than manners will:
And I have heard it faid,-Unbidden guests
Are often welcomeft when they are gone.

Tal. Well then, alone, fince there's no remedy, I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. Come hither, captain. [Whispers]—You perceive my mind.

Capt. I do, my lord; and mean accordingly.

As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
And his atchievements of no lefs account:
Fain would mine eyes be witnefs with mine ears,
To give their cenfure of there rare reports.
Enter Morgen, and Talbot.

Me. Madam, according as your ladyship defir'd,
By metlage crav'd, f) is lord Talbot come.
Count. And he is welcome. What is this the man?
Melf. Madam, it is.

Count. [as mujing] Is this the fcourge of France ?
Is this the Talbot, to much fear'd abroad,
That with his name the mothers itill their babes ?
I fee, report is fabulous and falte:

I thought, I thould have feen fome Hercules,
A fecond Hector, for his grim aípect,
And large proportion of his ftrong-knit limbs.
Alas! this is a child, a filly dwarf :
It cannot be, this weak and wrizled thrimp
Should strike fuch terror to his enemies.

Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you :
But, fince your ladyship is not at leifure,
I'll fort tome other time to vifit you.

Cunt. What means he now-Go afk him, whither he goes.

Me Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves
To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
Tal. Marry, for that the's in a wrong belief,
I go to certify her, Talbot's here.

Re-enter Porter with keys.
Cont. If thou be he, then art thou prifoner.
Tal. Prifoner! to whom?

1 This al'ud s to a popular tradition, that the French women, to affray their children, would tell them, that the TALBOT cometh. See alto the end of Sc. iii. A& II.

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