Enter Joan la Pucelle on the top, thrusting out a torch burning. Pucel. Behold this is the happy wedding torch, Baft. See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend, Dau. Now fhines it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes. Reig. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends, Enter and cry, The Dauphin, prefently, And then do execution on the watch. [An alarm, Talbot in an excurfion. Tal. France, thou fhalt rue this treason with thy tears, If Talbot but furvive thy treachery. Pucelle, that witch, that damned forcerefs, Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, That hardly we escap'd ? 'being 'prize of France. SCENE V. [Exit. An alarm: excurfions. Bedford brought in fick in a chair. Enter Talbot and Burgundy without; within Joan la Pucelle, Dauphin, Baftard, and 'Alanfon on the walls. Pucel. Good morrow, gallants, want ye corn for bread? I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast, Before he'll buy again at such a rate. 'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste? Burg. Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan: Dau. Your Grace must starve perhaps before that time. 6 Talbonites. 7 the 8 pride... old edit. Theob. emend. 9 Reignier Tal. Foul fiend of France and hag of all defpight, Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, Pucel. Are you fo hot? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. [They whisper together in counfel. God fpeed the parliament! who fhall be the fpeaker? Tal. Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field? Pucel. Belike your Lordship takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours or no. Tal. I fpeak not to that railing Hecate, But unto thee, Alanfon, and the rest. Will ye like foldiers come and fight it out? I Tal. Seignior, hang then :-bafe muleteers of France! Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Pucel. Captains, away, let's get us from the walls, For Talbot means no goodness by his looks. God be wi' you, my Lord; we came, Sir, but to tell you That we are here. [Exeunt from the walls. Tal. And there will we be too ere it be long, Or elfe reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! Prick'd on by publick wrongs fuftain'd in France, Burg. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. 1 hang: D We We will bestow you in fome better place, Bed. Lord Talbot, do not fo difhonour me: And will be partner of your weal and woe. Burg. Couragious Bedford, let us now perfwade you. Bed. Not to be gone from hence: for once I read, That ftout Pendragon in his litter fick Came to the field and vanquished his foes. Tal. Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast! [Exeunt. An alarm: excurfions: a Enter Sir John Falstaff, and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Falstaff, in fuch hafte ? Fal. Whither away? to fave my felf by flight. We are like to have the overthrow again. Cap. What! will you fly and leave Lord Talbot? All th' Talbots in the world to fave my life. [Exit. Cap. Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee! [Exit. Retreat: excurfions. Pucelle, Alanfon, and Dauphin fly. [Dies, and is carried off in his chair. (a) Falstaff is here introduced again, who was Fifth. Act 2, Scene 3; the occafion whereof is, seritten by Shakespear before Hen. 4, or Hen. 5. Hen. 5. SCENE dead in Henry the that this Play was See the last lines of Pope. An alarm: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the rest. Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Tal. Thanks, gentle Duke; but where is Pucelle now? I think her old familiar is afleep. Now where's the baftard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief, That fuch a valiant company are fled. Now we will take fome order in the town, And then depart to Paris to the King; [Exeunt. Enter Dauphin, Baftard, Alanfon, and Joan la Pucelle. Pucel. Difmay not, Princes, at this accident, D 2 We'll We'll pull his plumes and take away his train, To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. Dau. Ay marry, fweeting, if we could do that, France were no place for Henry's warriors; Nor fhall that nation boaft it fo with us, But be extirped from our provinces. Alan. For ever fhould they be expuls'd from France, And not have title of an Earldom here. Pucel. Your honours fhall perceive how I will work, To bring this matter to the wifhed end. [Drum beats afar off. Hark, by the found of drum you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. [Here beat an English march. There goes the Talbot with his colours spread, And all the troops of English after him. [French march. Now in the rereward comes the Duke and his: Fortune in favour makes him lag behind. Summon a parley, we will talk with him. [Trumpets found a parley. SCE NE VIII. Enter the Duke of Burgundy marching. Dau. A parley with the Duke of Burgundy. Pucel. |