Here an alarm again; and Talbot purfueth the Dauphin, and driveth him. Then enter Foan 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, chafeth them. Enter Pucelle. Here, here, fhe comes. I'll have a bout with thee; thee. I must go victual Orleans forthwith. [Afhort alarm. Then enter the town with foldiers. O'ertake me if thou canft, I fcorn thy ftrength. Go, go, chear up thy hunger-ftarved men, Help Salisbury to make his teftament : This day is ours, as many more shall be. [Exit Pucelle. 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 the lifts. [A short alarm, Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, *They fight. Tal. Heaven's, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail? As As you fly from your oft-fubdued flaves. [Alarm. Here another skirmish. It will not be retire into your trenches: In spight of us, or ought that we cou'd do. [Exit Talbot. [Alarm, Retreat, Flourish. Enter on the wall, Pucelle, Dauphin, Reignier, Alanfon, and Soldiers. Pucel. Advance our waving colours on the walls, Refcu'd is Orleans from the English wolves: Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. Dau. Divineft creature, bright Aftrea's daughter, How fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs ! Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens *, That one day bloom'd, and fruitful were the next. More bleffed hap did ne'er befal our state. Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town? Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires, And feaft and banquet in the open streets, To celebrate the joy that God hath giv'n us. Alan. All France will be replete with mirth and joy, When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. Dau. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won: The gardens of Adonis were never reprefented under any local de feription, nor is any fuch thing implied in this place. They were only beds of earth put into portable cafes of filver or other matter, in which were raifed fuch flowers and herbs as were of quick growth and fhort continuance, the production and maturity of them being alfo haftened by artificial means. Upon this quickness of growth the allufion here is founded: though anciently the gardens of Adonis was a proverbial expreffion to fignify tranfitory Aceting pleasures, and perfons alfo of a flight trifling account. Șce Eraf, adag, Oxford Editor. For For which I will divide my crown with her, After this golden day of victory. [Flourish. Exeunt. ACT II. SCENE I. Before Orleans. Enter a Serjeant of a band with two Centinels. Serj. Irs, take your places, and be vigilant. Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. Cent. Serjeant, you shall. Thus are poor fervitors (When others fleep upon their quiet beds) Conftrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold. Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with fealingladders. 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 fecure, Having all day carous'd and banqueted. Embrace we then this opportunity, As fitting beft to quittance their deceit, Contriv'd by art and baleful forcery. Bed. Coward of France! how much. he wrongs his Defpairing of his own arms' fortitude, To join with witches and the help of hell! [fame, But what's that Pucelle whom they term fo pure? Bed. A maid? and be fo martial? Bur. Pray God, the prove not mafculine ere long! If underneath the ftandard of the French She carry armour as she hath begun. Tal. Well, let them practife and converse with spirits; Bed. Afcend, brave Talbot, we will follow thee. Bur. I to this. Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right Of English Henry, fhall this night appear How much in duty I am bound to both. grave. Cent. [within] Arm, arm; the enemy doth make affault. [The English fcaling the walls, cry, St. George! A Talbot! The French leap o'er the walls in their fhirts. Enter, feveral ways, Baftard, Alanfon, Reignier, half ready and half unready. Alan. How now, my Lords? what, all unready fo? Baft. Unready? I, and glad we 'fcap'd fo well. Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake, and leave our Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors. [beds, Alan. Of all exploits, fince first I follow'd arms, Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous or desperate than this.' Baft. I think this Talbot is a fiend of hell. Reig. If not of hell, the heav'ns, fure, favour him. Alan. Here cometh Charles, I marvel how he fped. Enter Dauphin and Joan. Baft. Tut! holy Joan was his defenfive guard. VOL. IV. Y y Dau Dau. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Didit thou at first, to flatter us withal, Make us partakers of a little gain, That now our lofs might be ten times as much? Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? Alan. Had all your quarters been as fafely kept, Reig. And fo was mine, my Lord. Dau. And for my self, most part of all this night, Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, I was employ'd in paffing to and fro, About relieving of the centinels. Then how or which way fhould they firft break in? SCENE III. Within the walls of Orleans. Alarm. Enter a Soldier crying, A Talbot! A Talbot! the French fly, leaving their cloaths behind. Sol. I'll be fo bold to take what they have left: Ufing no other weapon but his name. Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy. [Exit. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whofe pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Here |