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Burns under feigned ashes of forged love,
SCENE II.- France. Before Roüen.
Enter La Pucelle disguised, and Soldiers dressed like
Countrymen, with Sacks upon their backs. Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen, Through which our policy must make a breach: Take heed, be wary how you place your words ; Talk like the vulgar sort of market-men, That come to gather money for their corn. If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we shall,) And that we find the slothful watch but weak, I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, And we be lords and rulers over Roüen; Therefore we'll knock.
[Knocks. Guard. [Within.] Qui est là ? Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France:
Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn.
[Opens the Gates. Puc. Now, Roüen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the
ground. [PUCELLE, 8c. enter the City.
Enter Charles, Bastard of Orleans, Alençon,
Bast. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants;-
Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; Which, once discern'd, shows, that her meaning is,No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
Enter LA PUCELLE on a Battlement ; holding out a Torch
Bast. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our friend, The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, A prophet to the fall of all our foes !
Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous ends; Enter, and cry— The Dauphin !-presently, And then do execution on the watch. [They enter.
Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English. Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
[Exeunt to the Town.
ow, gallants14, ALENÇON, antalls, Lá
Alarum: Excursions. Enter, from the Town, BEDFORD, brought in sick, 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 such a rate : 'Twas full of darnel ; Do you like the taste ?
Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan! I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harvest 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 despite, Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours ! Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead? Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. Puc. Are you so hot, sir?-Yet, Pucelle, hold thy
peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
[TALBOT, and the rest, consult 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,
Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecaté,
Alen. Signior, no.
Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France! Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
Puc. 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 La Pucelle, &c. from the Walls. Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, (Prick'd on by publick wrongs, sustain’d in France,) Either to get the town again, or die: And 1,-as sure as English Henry lives, And as his father here was conqueror; As sure as in this late-betrayed town Great Cæur-de-lion's heart was buried; So sure I swear, to get the town, or die.
Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me :
Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen,
Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read,
Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces, lea
ving BEDFORD, and Others.
Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir John FAstolfe, and
a Captain. Cap. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?
Fast. Whither away? to save 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 save my life. [Exit. Cap. Cowardly knight! Ill fortune follow thee!
Retreat: Excursions. Enter, from the Town, La PuCELLE, ALENÇON, CHARLES, &c. and Exeunt, flying.
Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please; For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. What is the trust or strength of foolish man?