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Dau. Then come o' God's name, I fear nowo

A holy maid hither with me I bring,
Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven,
Ordained is to raise this tedious siege,

man.

Pucel. And, while I live, I'll never fly no man.
[Here they fight,and Joan la Pucelle overcomes.
Dau. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an Amazon,
And tightest with the sword of Deborah.

And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome;
What's past, and what's to come, she can descry.
-Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my 2 words,
For they are certain and unfallible.

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Dau. Go, call her in: But first, to try her skill,
Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern;-
By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
Enter Joan la Pucelle.

Pucel. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too
weak.
[help me;
Dau. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must
Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd.
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
Let me thy servant, and not sovereign, be;
Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
Purel. I must not yield to any rites of love,
For my profession's sacred from above:
When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
Then will I think upon a recompence.

Reig. Fairmaid, is't thouwilt do thesewond'rous 15
feats?
[me

Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy pro-
strate thrall.

Pucel. Reignier,is't thou that thinkest to beguile
Where is the Dauphin? come, come from behind;
I know thee well, though never seen before.
Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me :
In private will I talk with thee apart;—
Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's
daughter,

terms:

Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,--
In single combat thou shalt buckle with me;
And, if thon vanquishest, thy words are true;
Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.

Pucel. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd

sword,

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mean?

My wit untrain’d in any kind of art.
Heaven, and our Lady gracious, bath it pleas'd
To shine on my contemptible estate:
Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,

Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do
know:
[tongues.
These women are shrewd tempters with their
And to sun's parching heat display'd my checks, 30 Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise
God's mother deigned to appear to me;
And, in a vision full of majesty,
Will'd ine to leave my base vocation,
And free my country from calamity:
Her aid she promis'd, and assur'd success:
In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
And, whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
That beauty am I blest with, which you see.
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
And I will answer unpremeditated:
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,
And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this: Thou shalt be fortunate,
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
Dau. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high

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yard, Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth.

Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
Alen. Doubtless, he shrives this woman to her
smock;

Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no

you on?

Shall we give over Orleans, or no?

Pucel. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants! Fight 'till the last gasp; I will be your guard. Dau. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out.

Pucel. Assign'd I am to be the English scourge.
This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
Expect St. Martin's summer 3, halcyon days,
40Since I have enter'd thus into these wars.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,

Deck'd with fine flower-de-luces on each side;
Thewhich, at TouraineinSaint Katharine's church-55

Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. With Henry's death the English circle ends; 45 Dispersed are the glories it included.

Now am I like that proud insulting ship,
Which Cæsar and his fortune bare at once.

Dau. Was Mahomet inspired with a dove +? Thou with an eagle art inspired then. 50 Helen, the mother of great Constantine,

Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters 5, were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee enough?

Alen. Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our
honours;
Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.

1 There were no nine sibyls of Rome! but our author confounds things, and mistakes this for the nine books of Sibylline oracles, brought to one of the Tarquins. 2 It should be read, believe her words. 3 That is, expect prosperity after misfortune, like fair weather at Martlemas, after winter has begun. 4 Mahomet had a dove, which he used to feed with wheat out of his ear; which dove, when it was hungry, lighted on Mahomet's shoulder, and thrust its bill in to find its breakfast; Mahomet persuading the rude and simple Arabians, that it was the Holy Ghost that gave him advice. s Meaning, the four daughters of Philip mentioned in the Acts.

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SCENE III.

Tower-Gates in London.

Enter Gloster, with his Serving-men.
Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day;
Since Henry's death, I fear, there is convey-10

ance'.

Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
Open the gates: it is Gloster that calls.

1 Ward. Who's there, that knocketh so im-
periously?

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1 Man. It is the noble duke of Gloster.

2 Ward. Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in. 1 Man. Villains, answer you so the lord pro

We do no otherwise than we are will'd.

Glo. Who will'd you? or whose will stands, but mine?

| Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator; Thou, that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord; Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin +: I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hats, 5 If thou proceed in this thy insolence.

[foot:

Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a
This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain 6,
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth
I'll use, to carry thee out of this place.

[face. Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to thy Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my Draw, men, for all this privileged place; [face?Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware thy beard;

tector?

1 Ward. The Lord protect him! so we 20 answer him:

Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear?
Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter.
Wood. Have patience, noble duke; I may not

open;
The cardinal of Winchester forbids:
From him I have express commandment,
That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in.[me?

Glo. Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him fore
Arrogant Winchester? that haughty prelate,
Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could
brook?

There's none protector of the realm, but I.-
Break up
the gates, I'll be your warrantize:
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
Gloster's Menrush at the Tower-Gates, and Wood-
vile, the Lieutenant, speaks within.
Wood. What noise is this? what traitors have 30

we here?

I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly: Under my feet I'll stamp thy cardinal's hat; In spite of pope, or dignities of church, Here by the checks I'll drag thee up and down. Win.Gloster, thou'lt answer this before thepope. Glo. Winchester goose?! I cry-A rope! a rope![stay? Now beat them hence, Why do you let thein 25 Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.Out, tawny-coats!-out, scarlet hypocrite! Here Gloster's Men beat out the Cardinal's; and enter in the hurly-burly, the Mayor of London and his Officers.

Mayor. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,

Thus contumeliously should break the peace! Glo. Peace, mayor; for thou know'st little of my wrongs:

35 Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.

Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, And not protector of the king or realm.

Thou art no friend to God, or to the king:
Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
Serv. Open the gates there to the lord protector: 45
We'll burst them open, if that you come not
quickly.
Eater to the Protector, at the Tower-Gates, Win-
chester and his men in tawny coats.
Win. How now, ambitious Humphry? what 50
means this?

Glo. Piel'd 3 priest, dost thou command me to
be shut out?

Win. Here's Gloster too, a foe to citizens;
One that still motions war, and never peace,
O'er-charging your free purses with large fines;
40 That seeks to overthrow religion,

Because he is protector of the realm;
And would have armour here out of the Tower,
To crown himself king, and suppress the prince.
Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but
blows. [Here they skirmish again.
Mayor. Nought rests for me, in this tumul-
tuous strife,

But to make open proclamation:-
Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst.
Off. All manner of men, assembled here in arms this
day, against God's peace and the king's, we
charge and command you, in his highness' name
to repair to your several dwelling places; and
not wear, handle, or use, any sword, weapon,
or dagger, henceforward, upon pain of death.

• Conveyance means theft. 2 A tawny coat was the dress of the officer whose business it was to summon offenders to an ecclesiastical court. These are the proper attendants therefore on the bishop of Winchester. 3 Alluding to his shaven crown. In Weever's Funeral Monuments, p. 154, Robert Baldocke, bishop of London, is called a peeled priest, pilide clerk, seemingly in allusion to his shaven crown alone. So, bald-head was a term of scorn and mockery. 4 The public stews were formerly under the district of the bishop of Winchester, 5 This means, I believe, I'll tumble thee into thy great hat, and shake thee, as bran and meal are shaken in a sieve. • Maundrel, in his Travels, says, that about four miles from Damascus is a high hill, reported to be the same on which Cain slew his brother Abel, 7 A strumpef, or the consequences of her love, was a Winchester goose.

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Glo.

Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. Win. Gloster, we'll meet; to thy cost, be thou

sure:

Tal. With scoffs, and scorns, and contumelious
taunts.

In open market-place produc'd they me,
To be a public spectacle to all;

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5 Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scare-crow that alights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me;
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grisly countenance made others fly;
None durst come near, for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
So great fear of myname 'mongst themwas spread,
That they suppos'd, I could rend bars of steel,
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
That walk'd 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 en-
dur'd;

Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
Mayor. I'll call for clubs, if you will not away:
This cardinal is more haughty than the devil.
Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou
may'st.

Win. Abominable Gloster! guard thy head;
For I intend to have it, ere long. [Exeunt.
Mayor. See the coast clear'd, and then we will
depart.-
GoodGod! that nobles should such stomachs bear!
I myself fight not once in forty year. [Exeunt. 15
IV.

SCENE

Orleans in France.

Enter the Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Boy. M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is 20 besieg'd;

And how the English have the suburbs won.
Boy. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
Howe'er, unfortunate, I miss'd my aim.

M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou 25
rul'd by me:
Chief master-gunner am I of this town ;
Something I must do to procure me grace.
The prince's 'spials' have informed me,
How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd, 30 Where is best place to make our battery next.

Let us look in, the sight will much delight thee.—
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions,

Gar. I think, at the north gate: for there stand
lords.

Went, through a secret grate of iron bars
In yonder tower, to over-peer the city;
And thence discover, how, with most advantage,]
They may vex us, with shot, or with assault.
To intercept this inconvenience,

A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd;
And fully even these three days have I watch'd,
If I could see them: Now, boy, do thou watch;
For I can stay no longer.

But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.
Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
Here, through this grate, I can count every one,
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify;

Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.
Sal. Yet tell'st thou not, how thou wert en-
tertain'd.

Glan. And I here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tul. Foraught I see, this city must be famish'd, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

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If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
And thou shalt find me at the governor's. [Exit.
Boy. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
I'll never trouble you, if I
may spy them.
Enter the Lords Salisbury and Talbot, with Sir IV.
Glansdale and Sir Tho.Gargrave, on the turrets.
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
Or by what means gott'st thou to be releas'd?
Discourse, I pry'thee, on this turret's top.

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Tal. The duke of Bedford had a prisoner,
Called--the brave lord Ponton de Santrailles;
For him was I exchang'd and ransomed.
But with a baser man of arms by far,
Once,in contempt,they would have barter'd me:)
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death
Rather than I would be so pill'd' esteemed.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.

But, oh! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my
heart!

[Shot from the town. Salisbury and Sir Tho. Gargrave fall down.

Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched

sinners!

Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man!
Tul. What chance is this, that suddenly hath
cross'd us?-

Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak;
How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men?
Oneof thy eyes, and thy cheek's side struck off!—
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand,
That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the fifth he first train'd to the wars:
50 Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.—
Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth
fail,

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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?
60 Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, chear thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die, whiles-

He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me;

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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,
5 Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists:
So beeswithsmoke,anddoveswithnoisomestench,
Are from their hives, and houses, driven away.
They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dog
Now, like their 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 timorous from the wolf,
from the leopard,
15 Or horse, or oxen,
As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.-
[Alarum. Here another skirmish.
It will not be :-Retire into your trenches:
You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
20 For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.-
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

In spight of us, or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
hide head.
my
The shame hereof will make me
[Exit Talbot.
[Alarum, retreat, flourish.
SCENE VI.

Enter on the walls, Pucelle, Dauphin, Reignier,
Alençon, and Soldiers.

Pucelle.Advanceourwavingcoloursonthewalls;
Rescu'd is Orleans from the English wolves:-
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
Dau. Divinestcreature, brightAstræa'sdaughter,
How shall I honour thee for this success?

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Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,
That one day bloom'd,and fruitful were the next.
France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess !-
Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout

the town?

FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.

Act 1. Scene 6.]

As who should say, When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.--
Plantagenet, I will; and, Nero-like,

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 this noise?
Enter a Messenger.

Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have 10
gather'd head:

The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,-
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 reveng'd.-
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 dastard Frenchmen dare.
[Alarum. Exeunt, bearing out the bodies. 25
SCENE V.

Here an alarum again; and Talbot pursueth the
Dauphin, and driveth him: then enter Joan la
Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. The
enter Talbot.

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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.
Enter La Pucelle.

thee.

Here,here she comes:-I'll have a boutwith thee;
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee :
Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st.
Pucel.Come,come,'tis only I that must disgrace 40
[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.
Pucel. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet
[come:
1 must go victual Orleans forthwith.

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[A short alarum. Then enters the town with
soldiers.
D'ertake me if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starved men;
Help Salisbury to make his testament:
This day is ours, as many more shall be.
[Exit Pucelle.

Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires,
And feast and banquet in the open streets,
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
joy,
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and
When they shall hear howwe have play'd themen.
Dau.'Tis Joan,not we, bywhom the day is won;
For which, I will divide my crown with her:
50 And all the priests and friars in my realm

Shall, in procession, sing her endless praise.
A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear,
Than Rhodope's, or Memphis', ever was:
In memory of her, when she is dead,

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■ Mr. Tollet says, Pussel means a dirty wench or a drab, from puzza, i. e. malus fœtor, says The superstition of those shew. In a translation from Stephens's Apology for Herodotus, in 1607, p. 98, we read,-"Some 3 Rhodope was filthy queans, especially our puzzles of Paris, use this other theft." times taught, that he that could draw the witch's blood, was free from her power. a famous strumpet, who acquired great riches by her trade. The least but most finished of the Egyptian pyramids was built by her. She is said afterwards to have married Psammetichus, king of Egypt.

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No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
Come in; and let us banquet royally,
After this golden dayof victory.[Flourish. Exeunt.

FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI.

550'

Her ashes, in an urn more precious
Than the rich-jewel'd coffer of Darius',
Transported shall be at high festivals
Before the kings and queens of France.

ACT II.

Of English Henry, shall this night appear
How much in duty I am bound to both.

15 The English, scaling the walls, cry, St. George?
A Talbot!
dot h

Cent. [Within.] Arm, arm! the
make assault!

SCENE I.
Before Orleans.

Enter a French Serjeant, with two Centinels.
Serj. SIRS, take your places, and be vigilant :
If any noise, or soldier, you perceive,
Near to the walls, by some apparent sign,
Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
Cent. Serjeant, you shall. [Exit Serjeant.] Thus
are poor servitors

(When others sleep upon their quiet beds)
Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
Enter Talbot, Bedford,and Burgundy,with scaling 25
ladders; their drums beating a dead march.
Tal. Lord regent-and redoubted Burgundy,-
By whose approach, the regions of Artois,
Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,-
This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
Having all day carous'd and banqueted:
Embrace we then this opportunity;
As fitting best to quittance their deceit,
Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery.

Bed. Coward of France!--how much he wrongs 35
his fame,

Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
To join with witches, and the help of hell.

Bur. Traitors have never other company.-
But what's that Pucelle,whom they term so pure? 40
Tal. A maid, they say.

Bed. A maid! and be so martial!
Bur.PrayGod,she provenot masculincerelong;
If underneath the standard of the French,
She carry armour as she hath begun.

Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with
spirits:

enemy

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The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter
several ways, Bastard, Alençon, Reignier, half
ready, and half unready.
lords? what all unready'so?
Alen. How now,my
Bast. Unready? ay,and glad we 'scap'd so well.
Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake, and leave
Hearing alarums at our chamber doors. [our beds,

Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms,
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize
More venturous, or desperate, than this.

Bast. I think, this Talbot is a fiend of hell.
30 Reig. Ifnot of hell,theheavens,sure,favour him.
Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel how he
sped.

Enter Charles, and Pucelle.

Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain,

That now our loss might be ten times so much?
Pucel. Wherefore is Charles impatient with
his friend?

At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping, or waking, must I still prevail,
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?-
Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
45 This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.

God is our fortress; in whose conquering name,
Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. 50
Tul. Not all together; better far, I guess,
That we do make our entrance several ways;
That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
The other yet may rise against their force.
Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner.
Bur. And I to this.

Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default;
That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.

Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept,
We had not been thus shamefully surpriz'd.
As that whereof I had the government,
Bast. Mine was secure.

Reign. And so was mine, my lord.

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Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night,
Within her quarter, and mine own precinct,
I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
About relieving of the centinels:
Then how, or which way,should they first break in?

[grave.

Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his
Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right

■ When Alexander the Great took the city of Gaza, the metropolis of Syria, amidst the spoils and wealth of Darius treasured up there, he found an exceeding rich and beautiful little chest or casket, and asked those about him what they thought fittest to be laid up in it. When they had severally delivered their opinions, he told them, he esteemed nothing so worthy to be preserved in it as Homer's Iliad. 2 Unready was the current word in those times for undress'd.

Pucel.

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