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The first Part of Henry the Sixt. O're‑take me if thou canst, I scorne thy strength.
[545]
Goe, goe, cheare vp thy hungry‑starued men, Helpe Salisbury to make his Testament, This Day is ours, as many more shall be.
Exit. Talb. My thoughts are whirled like a Potters Wheele, I know not where I am, nor what I doe:
[550]
A Witch by feare, not force, like Hannibal, Driues back our troupes, and conquers as she lists: So Bees with smoake, and Doues with noysome stench, Are from their Hyues and Houses driuen away. They call'd vs, for our fiercenesse, English Dogges,
[555]
Now like to Whelpes, we crying runne away. A short Alarum. Hearke Countreymen, eyther renew the fight, Or teare the Lyons out of Englands Coat; Renounce your Soyle, giue Sheepe in Lyons stead: Sheepe run not halfe so trecherous from the Wolfe,
[560]
Or Horse or Oxen from the Leopard, As you flye from your oft‑subdued slaues. Alarum. Here another Skirmish. It will not be, retyre into your Trenches: You all consented vnto Salisburies death, For none would strike a stroake in his reuenge.
[565]
Puzel is entred into Orleance, In spight of vs, or ought that we could doe. O would I were to dye with Salisbury, The shame hereof, will make me hide my head.
Exit Talbot. Alarum, Retreat, Flourish.
[Act 1, Scene 6] Enter on the Walls, Puzel, Dolphin, Reigneir, Alanson, and Souldiers. Puzel. Aduance our wauing Colours on the Walls,
[570]
Rescu'd is Orleance from the English. Thus Ioane de Puzel hath perform'd her word.
Dolph. Diuinest Creature, Astrea's Daughter, How shall I honour thee for this successe? Thy promises are like Adonis Garden,
[575]
That one day bloom'd, and fruitfull were the next. France, triumph in thy glorious Prophetesse, Recouer'd is the Towne of Orleance, More blessed hap did ne're befall our State.
Reigneir. Why ring not out the Bells alowd,
[580]
Throughout the Towne? Dolphin command the Citizens make Bonfires, And feast and banquet in the open streets, To celebrate the ioy that God hath giuen vs.
Alans. All France will be repleat with mirth and ioy,
[585]
When they shall heare how we haue play'd the men.
Dolph. 'Tis Ioane, not we, by whom the day is wonne: For which, I will diuide my Crowne with her, And all the Priests and Fryers in my Realme, Shall in procession sing her endlesse prayse.
[590]
A statelyer Pyramis to her Ile reare, Then Rhodophe's or Memphis euer was. In memorie of her, when she is dead, Her Ashes, in an Vrne more precious Then the rich‑iewel'd Coffer of Darius,
[595]
Transported, shall be at high Festiuals Before the Kings and Queenes of France. No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry, But Ioane de Puzell shall be France's Saint. Come in, and let vs Banquet Royally,
[600]
After this Golden Day of Victorie.
Flourish. Exeunt.

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Actus Secundus. Scena Prima. [Act 2, Scene 1] Enter a Sergeant of a Band, with two Sentinels. Ser. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: If any noyse or Souldier you perceiue Neere to the walles, by some apparant signe Let vs haue knowledge at the Court of Guard. Sent.
[605]
Sergeant you shall. Thus are poore Seruitors (When others sleepe vpon their quiet beds) Constrain'd to watch in darknesse, raine, and cold.
Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with scaling Ladders: Their Drummes beating a Dead March. Tal. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, By whose approach, the Regions of Artoys,
[610]
Wallon, and Picardy, are friends to vs: This happy night, the Frenchmen are secure, Hauing all day carows'd and banquetted, Embrace we then this opportunitie, As fitting best to quittance their deceite,
[615]
Contriu'd by Art, and balefull Sorcerie.
Bed. Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame, Dispairing of his owne armes fortitude, To ioyne with Witches, and the helpe of Hell. Bur. Traitors haue neuer other company.
[620]
But what's that Puzell whom they tearme so pure?
Tal. A Maid, they say. Bed. A Maid? And be so martiall? Bur. Pray God she proue not masculine ere long: If vnderneath the Standard of the French
[625]
She carry Armour, as she hath begun.
Tal. Well, let them practise and conuerse with spirits. God is our Fortresse, in whose conquering name Let vs resolue to scale their flinty bulwarkes. Bed. Ascend braue Talbot, we will follow thee. Tal.
[630]
Not altogether: Better farre I guesse, That we do make our entrance seuerall wayes: That if it chance the one of vs do faile, The other yet may rise against their force.
Bed. Agreed; Ile to yond corner. Bur.
[635]
And I to this.
Tal. And heere will Talbot mount, or make his graue. Now Salisbury, for thee and for the right Of English Henry, shall this night appeare How much in duty, I am bound to both. Sent.
[640]
Arme, arme, the enemy doth make assault.
Cry, S. George, A Talbot. The French leape ore the walles in their shirts. Enter seuerall wayes, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier, halfe ready, and halfe vnready. Alan. How now my Lords? what all vnreadie so? Bast. Vnready? I am glad we scap'd so well. Reig. 'Twas time (I trow) to wake and leaue our beds, Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores. Alan.
[645]
Of all exploits since first I follow'd Armes, Nere heard I of a warlike enterprize More

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Actus Secundus. Scena Prima. [Act 2, Scene 1] Enter a Sergeant of a Band, with two Sentinels. Ser. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant: If any noyse or Souldier you perceiue Neere to the walles, by some apparant signe Let vs haue knowledge at the Court of Guard. Sent.
[605]
Sergeant you shall. Thus are poore Seruitors (When others sleepe vpon their quiet beds) Constrain'd to watch in darknesse, raine, and cold.
Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with scaling Ladders: Their Drummes beating a Dead March. Tal. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, By whose approach, the Regions of Artoys,
[610]
Wallon, and Picardy, are friends to vs: This happy night, the Frenchmen are secure, Hauing all day carows'd and banquetted, Embrace we then this opportunitie, As fitting best to quittance their deceite,
[615]
Contriu'd by Art, and balefull Sorcerie.
Bed. Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame, Dispairing of his owne armes fortitude, To ioyne with Witches, and the helpe of Hell. Bur. Traitors haue neuer other company.
[620]
But what's that Puzell whom they tearme so pure?
Tal. A Maid, they say. Bed. A Maid? And be so martiall? Bur. Pray God she proue not masculine ere long: If vnderneath the Standard of the French
[625]
She carry Armour, as she hath begun.
Tal. Well, let them practise and conuerse with spirits. God is our Fortresse, in whose conquering name Let vs resolue to scale their flinty bulwarkes. Bed. Ascend braue Talbot, we will follow thee. Tal.
[630]
Not altogether: Better farre I guesse, That we do make our entrance seuerall wayes: That if it chance the one of vs do faile, The other yet may rise against their force.
Bed. Agreed; Ile to yond corner. Bur.
[635]
And I to this.
Tal. And heere will Talbot mount, or make his graue. Now Salisbury, for thee and for the right Of English Henry, shall this night appeare How much in duty, I am bound to both. Sent.
[640]
Arme, arme, the enemy doth make assault.
Cry, S. George, A Talbot. The French leape ore the walles in their shirts. Enter seuerall wayes, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier, halfe ready, and halfe vnready. Alan. How now my Lords? what all vnreadie so? Bast. Vnready? I am glad we scap'd so well. Reig. 'Twas time (I trow) to wake and leaue our beds, Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores. Alan.
[645]
Of all exploits since first I follow'd Armes, Nere heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous, or desperate then this.
Bast. I thinke this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell. Reig. If not of Hell, the Heauens sure fauour him. Alans.
[650]
Here Commeth Charles, I maruell how he sped?
Enter Charles and Ioane. Bast. Tut, holy Ioane was his defensiue Guard. Charl. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitfull Dame? Didst thou at first to flatter vs withall, Make vs partakers of a little gayne,
[655]
That now our losse might be ten times so much?
Ioane. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? At all times will you haue my Power alike? Sleeping or waking, must I still preuayle, Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
[660]
Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good, This sudden Mischiefe neuer could haue falne.
Charl. Duke of Alanson, this was your default, That being Captaine of the Watch to Night, Did looke no better to that weightie Charge. Alans.
[665]
Had all your Quarters been as safely kept, As that whereof I had the gouernment, We had not beene thus shamefully surpriz'd.
Bast. Mine was secure. Reig. And so was mine, my Lord. Charl.
[670]
And for my selfe, most part of all this Night Within her Quarter, and mine owne Precinct, I was imploy'd in passing to and fro, About relieuing of the Centinels. Then how, or which way, should they first breake in?
Ioane.
[675]
Question (my Lords) no further of the case, How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place, But weakely guarded, where the breach was made: And now there, rests no other shift but this, To gather our Souldiors, scatter'd and disperc't,
[680]
And lay new Plat‑formes to endammage them.
Exeunt. Alarum. Enter a Souldier, crying, a Talbot, a Talbot: they flye, leauing their Clothes behind. Sould. Ile be so bold to take what they haue left: The Cry of Talbot serues me for a Sword, For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles, Vsing no other Weapon but his Name. Exit.
 

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      <l n="635">And I to this.</l>
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      <l n="636">And heere will<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>mount, or make his graue.</l>
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      <l n="647">More venturous, or desperate then this.</l>
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      <l n="654">Make vs partakers of a little gayne,</l>
      <l n="655">That now our losse might be ten times so much?</l>
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      <l n="657">At all times will you haue my Power alike?</l>
      <l n="658">Sleeping or waking, must I still preuayle,</l>
      <l n="659">Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?</l>
      <l n="660">Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good,</l>
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      <l n="662">Duke of Alanson, this was your default,</l>
      <l n="663">That being Captaine of the Watch to Night,</l>
      <l n="664">Did looke no better to that weightie Charge.</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h6-ale">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alans.</speaker>
      <l n="665">Had all your Quarters been as safely kept,</l>
      <l n="666">As that whereof I had the gouernment,</l>
      <l n="667">We had not beene thus shamefully surpriz'd.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="668">Mine was secure.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Reig.</speaker>
      <l n="669">And so was mine, my Lord.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Charl.</speaker>
      <l n="670">And for my selfe, most part of all this Night</l>
      <l n="671">Within her Quarter, and mine owne Precinct,</l>
      <l n="672">I was imploy'd in passing to and fro,</l>
      <l n="673">About relieuing of the Centinels.</l>
      <l n="674">Then how, or which way, should they first breake in?</l>
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   <sp who="#F-1h6-jlp">
      <speaker rend="italic">Ioane.</speaker>
      <l n="675">Question (my Lords) no further of the case,</l>
      <l n="676">How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place,</l>
      <l n="677">But weakely guarded, where the breach was made:</l>
      <l n="678">And now there, rests no other shift but this,</l>
      <l n="679">To gather our Souldiors, scatter'd and disperc't,</l>
      <l n="680">And lay new Plat‑formes to endammage them.</l>
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      <l n="682">The Cry of<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>serues me for a Sword,</l>
      <l n="683">For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles,</l>
      <l n="684">Vsing no other Weapon but his Name.</l>
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   <stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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