And spurn in pieces posts of adamant: Enter the Boy with a linstock. Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endured, Here, through this grate, I count each one, Where is best place to make our battery next. 60 70 [Here they shoot. Salisbury and Gargrave fall. Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! Tal. What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us? Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak: How farest thou, mirror of all martial men? One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off! Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand That hath contrived this woful tragedy! In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame; Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars; Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up, 80 His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field. One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace: He beckons with his hand and smiles on me, 90 [Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens. 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. ΙΟΙ [Here Salisbury lifteth himself up and 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, Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, ΙΙΟ And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen Scene V. The same. Here an alarum again: and Talbot pursueth the Dauphin, and driveth him: then enter Joan la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her and exit after them: then re-enter Talbot. Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force? Re-enter La Pucelle. 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, thou art a witch, And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest. Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee. [Here they fight. Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? [They fight again. Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come: I must go victual Orleans forthwith. [A short alarum: then enter the town with soldiers. 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. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do: [Exit. A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, 20 [A short alarum. Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. [Alarum. Here another skirmish. It will not be retire into your trenches: In spite of us or aught that we could do. O, would I were to die with Salisbury! The shame hereof will make me hide my head. [Exit Talbot. Alarum; retreat; flourish. Scene VI. The same. Enter, on the walls, La Pucelle, Charles, Reignier, Puc. Advance our waving colours on the walls; Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next. More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. ΙΟ Reig. Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires And feast and banquet in the open streets, When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was: 20 |