That hardly we escap'd the pride of France. [Exeunt to the town. Alarum: Excurfions. Enter, from the town, BEDFORD, brought in fick, in a chair, with TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the English forces. Then, enter on the walls, LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENÇON, and Others. Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread? I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast, Before he'll buy again at fuch a rate: 'Twas full of darnel; Do you like the taste? BUR. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtézan ! I truft, ere long to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harveft of that corn. CHAR. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that time. BED. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason! Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance, And run a tilt at death within a chair? TAL. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all defpite, you Puc. Are fo hot, fir? Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. [TALBOT, and the reft, confult together. God speed the parliament ! who shall be the speaker ? TAL. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field? Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, Το try if that our own be ours, or no. TAL. I speak not to that railing Hecaté, But unto thee, Alençon, and the reft; Will ye, like foldiers, come and fight it out? TAL. Signior, hang!-bafe muleteers of France ! Puc. Away, captains: let's get us from the walls; you [Exeunt LA PUCELLE, &c. from the walls. (Prick'd on by publick wrongs, sustain'd in France,) BUR. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. BED. Lord Talbot, do not fo dishonour me: BUR. Courageous Bedford, let us now perfuade you. Because I ever found them as myself. TAL. Undaunted fpirit in a dying breast! But gather we our forces out of hand, [Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, leaving Alarum: Excurfions. Enter Sir JOHN FASTOLFE, and a CAPTAIN. CAP. Whither away, fir John Faftolfe, in fuch hafte? FAST. Whither away? to fave myself by flight; We are like to have the overthrow again. CAP. What will you fly, and leave lord Talbot ? FAST. Ay, All the Talbots in the world, to fave my life. [Exit. CAP. Cowardly knight ! ill fortune follow thee! [Exit. What is the truft or ftrength of foolish man? [Dies, and is carried off in his chair. Alarum: Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and Others. TAL. Loft, and recover'd in a day again! . This is a double honour, Burgundy: 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? Roüen hangs her head for grief, That fuch a valiant company are fled. Now will we take fome order in the town, And then depart to Paris, to the king; [Exeunt. SCENE III. The fame. The Plains near the City. Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD, ALENÇON, LA PuCELLE, and Forces. Puc. Difmay not, princes, at this accident, BAST. Search out thy wit for fecret policies, ALEN. We'll fet thy ftatue in fome holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed faint; Employ thee then, fweet virgin, for our good. Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devife: By fair perfuafions, mix'd with sugar'd words, We will entice the duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot, and to follow us. CHAR. Ay, marry, fweeting, if we could do that, ALEN. For ever fhould they be expuls'd from France, And not have title of an earldom here. Puc. Your honours fhall perceive how I will work, There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread; A French March. Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY, and Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and his; [A parley founded. CHAR. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. hence. CHAR. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy words. |