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Tho'still the familh'd English, like pale ghosts,
Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.

Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat bull-
Either they must be dieted like mules, [beeves;
And have their provender ty'd to their mouths,
Or piteous they will look like drowned mice.

Reig. Let's raise the fiege: why live 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.

Char. Sound, sound alarm: we will ruth on them. 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. [Here alarm, they are beaten back by the English

with great lofso
Re-enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier.
Char. Who ever saw the like what men have I?
Dogs, cowards, daftards ! I would ne'er have fled,
But that they left me 'midst my enemies.

Reig. Salisbury is a desp’rate homicide,
He fighteth as one weary of his life:
The other lords, like lions wanting food,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

Alan. Froysard, a countryman of ours, records,
England all Olivers and Rowlands * bred,
During the time Edward the Third did reign.
More truly now may this be verified;
For none but Sampsons and Goliases
It fendeth forth to skirmish; one to ten!
Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er fuppose,
They had such courage and audacity!

Char. Let's leave this town, for they are hair-brain'd. And hunger will inforce them be more eager. [flaves,

* These were two of the moft famous in the list of Charlemagne's twelve peers; and their exploits are render'd foridicul viv and equally extravagant by the old romancers, that from thenie arcfe that favi. amongit cur plain and sensible ance?tors, of giving Rowland jor bis Oliver, to signify the matching one incredible lye with another. Mr. Waburigra.

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Of old I know them ; rather with their teeth
The walls they'll tear down than forsake the fiege.

Reig. I think, by some old gimmals or device,
Their arms are set like clocks, still to strike on;
Else they could ne'er hold out so as they do.
By my consent we'll e'en let them alone.
Alan. Be it so.

Enter the Bastard of Orleans.
Bast. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for

him.
Dau. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
Baft. Methinks your looks are sad, your chear ap-

pal'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 heav'n,
Ordained is to raise this tedious fiege ;
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
The spirit of deep prophecy 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 infallible.

Dau. Go, call her in; but first, to try her skill,
Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place;
Question her proudly, let thy looks be itern:
By this means thall we found what ikill the hath.

SCENE VI. Enter Joan la Pucelle.
Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous,

feats ?
Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
Where is the Dauphin? come, come from behind;
I know thee well, tho' never seen before.
Be not amaz’d; there's nothing hid from me:
In private will I talk with thee apart';.
Stand back, you Lords, and give us leave a while,

* There were no nine Sibyls of Rome: but he confrunds things, and mistakes thje for the nire books of Sibylline oracics, brought to one of the Targuins. Mr W'urburton.

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Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash.

Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a fhepherd's daughter,
My wit untrain’d in any kind of art :
Heav'n and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd
To shine on my contemptible estate.
Lo, whilst I waited on iny 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 yocation,
And free my country froin calamity :
Her aid fne promis'd, and aflur'd success.
In .compleat glory she reveal'd herself ;
And, whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
That beauty am I bless'd with which you

fee.
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
And I will answer unpremeditated.
My courage try by combat, if thoa dar'it,
And thou Malt find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

Dau. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
Only this proof Ml of thy valour make,
In single combat thou shalt buckle with me;
And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
Otherwise I renounce ali confidence.

Pucei. 'I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd sword, Deckd with fine fow'r-de-luces on each side; The which, at Tourain, in St. Catharine's church, Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth. [man. Dau. Then come o'God's name, for I fear no voPucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.

[Here they fight, and Joan la Pucelle overcomes, Dan. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon, And fightest with the sword of Debora. Pucel. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too

weak. Dau. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help Impatiently I burn with thy defire;

[me: My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu’d; Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be fo,

Let

Let me thy fervant and not sovereign be ;
'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.

Pucel. I must not yield to any rites of love,
For my profeffion's sacred from above :
When I have chaced all thy focs from hence,
Then will I think upon a recompence.
Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy proftrate

thrall. Reig. My Lord, methinks, is very long in talk.

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

Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean? Alan. He may mean more than we poor men do

know; These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.

Reig. My Lord, where are you? what devise you on? Shall we give over Orleans or no?

Pucel. Why, no, I say; distrustful recreants! Fight till the last gasp, for I'll be your guard.

Dau. What the fays I'll confirm ; we'll fight it out.,

Pucel. Align'd I am to be the English (courge.
This night the fiege 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.
Now am I like that proud insulting fhip,
Which Cæfar and his fortune bore at once.

Dau. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove ?
Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
Melen the mother of great Constantine,
Nor yet St. Philip's daughters *, were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee?

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

* Meaning the four daughters of Philip, mentioned Afts xxi, who; had all the gift of prophelying; he bring there also called Pbilip the Evangelift.

Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our ho

nours;
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz’d.

Dau. Presently try; come, let's away about it.
No prophec will I trust, if the proves falfe. [Exeunt.

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SCENE VII. The Tower-gates in London.

Enter Gloucester, with his serving-men. Glou. I am this day come to survey the Tower; Since Henry's death, I fear there is conveyance *. Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Open the gates. 'Tis Gloucester that calls. i Ward. Who's there that knocketh fo imperiously? i Man. It is the noble Duke of Gloucester. 2 Ward. Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Mar. Villains, answer you so the Lord Protector?

I Ward. The Lord protect him ! so we answer him; We do no otherwise than we are will’d.

Glou. Who willed you? or whose will stands but
There's none Protector of the realm but I.

[mine?
Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize
Shall I be flouted thus by dung-hill grooms?
Gloucester's men rush at the Tower-gates, and Wood-

ville the Lieutenant speaks within.
Wood. What noise is this? what traitors have we here?

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

Wood. Have patience, Noble Duke; I may not open;
The Cardinal of Winchester forbids :
From him I have express commandment,
That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in.

Glou. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him'fore me?
Arrogant Wincheser, that haughty prelate,
Whom Henry, our late Sovereign, ne'er could brook?
Thou art no friend to God, or to the King:
Open the gate, or I'll fhut thee out shortly.

Serv. Open the gates there to the Lord Protector ;
We'll burit them

open,

if
you

come not quickly.
By conveyance is meant thefi, a clandestine conveyance of things a-

way.

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