Enter, on the turrets, the LORDS SALISBURY and TALBOT, SIR WIL-
LIAM GLANSDALE, SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE, and others.

Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.

Tal. The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
But with a baser man of arms by far

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Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:

Which I disdaining scorn'd and craved death
Rather than I would be so vile-esteem'd.

In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.

But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,

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If I now had him brought into my power.

Sal. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.

And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame:

Tal. With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.

In open market-place produced they me,

To be a public spectacle to all:

Here, said they, is the terror of the French,

The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,

My grisly countenance made others fly;

None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;

Enter...] Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the Turrets, with others. Ff. Enter, in an upper chamber of a tower... Malone.

25. got'st] F4. got's F,F2F3.
27. Duke] Theobald. Earle Ff.
28. Call'd] Called Pope.

Lord] Lord of Collier MS.
Santrailles] Santrayle F. San-

traile F2F3F4.

29. ransomed] Pope. ransom'd Ff. 33. so vile-esteem'd] so vilde esteem'd Pope. so pil'd esteem'd Ff. so pill'd esteem'd Capell, so ill-esteemed Mason conj. so pile-esteem'd Malone conj. so philistin'd Steevens conj. sop-oil'd esteem'd Jackson conj.

35. Fastolfe] Theobald. Falstaffe or Falstaff Ff.

43. scarecrow] Scar-crow F,F,.

So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread
That they supposed I could rend bars of steel
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had
That walked about me every minute while;
And if I did but stir out of my bed,

Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

Enter the Boy with a linstock.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endured, But we will be revenged sufficiently.

Now it is supper-time in Orleans:

Here, through this grate, I count each one

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And view the Frenchmen how they fortify:

Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.

Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions

Where is best place to make our battery next.

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Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.
Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
Tal. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

[Here they shoot. Salisbury and Gargrave fall.
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!
Tal. What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:

How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?

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One of thy eyes and thy check's side struck off!
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand

That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;

Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;

His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.

Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,

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Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:

The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die whiles-

He beckons with his hand and smiles on me,
As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.'
Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched shall France be only in my name.

[Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens.

What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?

Whence cometh this alarum, and the noise?

Enter a Messenger.

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Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gather'd head: 100 The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,

75. thy eyes] thine eyes Collier MS.

78-86. In......hands!] Erased in Collier MS.

84. The sun...world] Put in the margin by Pope.

90. Salisbury, cheer] O Salisb'ry, cheer Pope. Cheer, Salisbury Seymour conj.

91. whiles-] Ff. while- Pope. 95. like thee, Nero,] Malone. like thee, F. Nero like will, F2. Nero like, will F3F4. Nero-like, Pope. like the Roman, S. Walker conj.

97. my name] thy name S. Walker
conj.

99. the noise] this noise Pope.
101. la Pucelle] de Puzel Ff.

A holy prophetess new risen up,

Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up and groans.

Tal. Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan !

It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.

Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,

Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.

[Alarum. Excunt.

SCENE V. The same.

Here an Alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them: then re-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 chaseth them.

Re-enter LA PUCELLE.

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Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,

And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.
Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.
[Here they fight.

Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,
But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.

[They fight again.

Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:

I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

[A short alarum: then enter the town with soldiers. O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.

Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;
Help Salisbury to make his testament:

This day is ours, as many more shall be.

[Exit.

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 she lists:

So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench

Are from their hives and houses driven away.

They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;

Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. [A short alarum.
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,

Or tear the lions out of England's coat;

Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
Or horse or oxen from the leopard,

As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.

[Alarum. Here another skirmish.

9-12. Tal. Heavens...strumpet]

Put in the margin by Pope.

14. forthwith] forwith F2

[A short...enter...]Ff. A short ...enters... Johnson. Quitting him to head some troops. Capell.

16. hungry-starved] F,F3F4. hongry-starved F. hunger-starved Rowe.

hungry, starved Boswell conj. hun-
gry staid Jackson conj.

26. like to] F, like the F2F3F4
like their Pope.

30. treacherous from the] F3F4. trecherous from the FF2 tim'rous from the Pope. from the treacherous Mitford conj.