Or by what means got'ft thou to be releas'd?
Difcourle, I pr'ythee, on this turret's top.
Tal. The Duke of Bedford had a prifoner,
Called the brave Lord Ponton de Santraile.
mion at

For him was I exchang'd, and ransomed.
But with a bafer man of arms by far,

Once, in contempt, they would have barter'd me,
Which I difdaining fcorn'd, and craved death
Rather than I would be fo vile efteem'd.

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

But, oh! the treach'rous Faftolfe wounds my heart;
Whom with my bare fifts I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my pow'r.

Sal. Yet tell'ft thou not, how thou wert entertain'd.
Tal. With fcoffs and fcorns, and contumelious taunts,
In open market-place produc'd they me,
To be a publick spectacle to all.

;

Here, faid they, is the terror of the French
The fcare-crow, that affrights our children fo.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,
And with my nails digg'd ftones out of the ground
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grifly countenance made others fly;
None durft come near, for fear of fudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not fecure:
So great a fear my name amongst them fpread,
That they fuppos'd, I could rend bars of fteel
And fpurn in pieces pofts of adamant.
Wherefore a guard of chofen fhot I had;
They walk'd about me ev'ry minute-while;
And if I did but ftir out of my bed,
Ready they were to fhoot me to the heart..

Enter the Boy, on the other fide, with a Linftock.

Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd. But we will be reveng'd fufficiently.

Now it is fupper-time in Orleans:

Here

Here thro' this grate I can count every one,
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify
Let us look in, the fight will much delight thee.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glanfdale,
Let me have your exprefs opinions,dafi W
Where is beft place to make our battʼry next?

Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there ftand
Lords.

Glan. And I here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Tal. For aught I fee, this city must be famish'd, Or with light fkirmishes enfeebled.

[Here they fboot, and Salisbury falls down.
Sal. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched finners.
Gar. O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man.
Tal. What chance is this, that fuddenly hath croft

us ?

Speak, Salisbury, at leaft if thou canst speak,

How far'ft thou, mirror of all martial men PACE
One of thy eyes and thy cheek's fide ftruck off!
Accurfed tower, accurfed fatal hand, 1

That hath contriv'd this woful tragedy

In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame and you ¿ Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars.

Whilft any trump did found, or drum ftruck up, His fword did ne'er leave ftriking in the field.

Yet liv'ft thou, Salisbury? tho' thy speech doth fail, One eye thou haft to look to heav'n for grace. The fun 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, haft thou any life? Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.

O Salisb'ry, chear thy fpirit with this comfort, Thou shalt not die, while

He beckons with his hand, and fmiles on me, As who fhould fay, When I am dead and gone, Remember to avenge me on the French.

Planta

Plantagenet, I will; and, Nero-like,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn;
Wretched fhall France be only in my name.

elabr[Here an alarm, and it thunders and lightens. What ftir is this? what tumults in the heav'ns? Whence cometh this alarum and this noife? and

Enter a Messenger.

Meff My Lord, my Lord, the French have gal
ther'd head..

The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
A holy Prophetess new rifen up..

Is come with a great courage to raise the fiege.

[Here Salisbury lifteth himself up, and groans. Tal. Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan! It irks his heart, he cannot be reveng'd.d Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you in well * Pucelle or Puffel, Dauphin or Dog fif, la to Your hearts I'll ftamp out with my Horfe's heels, And make a quagmire of your mingled brains. Convey brave Salisbury into his tent, ed assmdı And then we'll try what daftard Frenchmen dare. [Alarm. Exeunt, bearing Salisbury and Sir Thomas Gargrave outowelt om d'vil 15

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Here an alarm again; and Talbot purfueth the Dauphin, and driveth him: then enter Joan la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her, Then enter Talbot.

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Tal. Where is my ftrength, my valour, and my forced espool la ? oru deeqd Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them. m A woman, clad in armour, chafeth them. dit nod I

* Pucelle or Puffel.] I know not what puffel in perhaps it fhould be Pucelle or puzzle.

Something with a meaning it fhould be, but a very poor meaning will ferve,

Enter

Enter Pucelle.

Here, here, he comes. I'll have a bout with thee Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee.

* Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch; And ftraitway give thy foul to him thou ferv❜it. Pucel. Come, come, 'tis only I, that must disgrace thee. [They fight. Tal. Heav'ns, can you fuffer hell fo to prevail? My breaft I'll burft with ftraining of my courage, And from my fhoulders crack my arms afunder, But I will chaftife this high-minded ftrumpet.

Pucel. Talbot, farewel, thy hour is not yet come, I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

[Abort alarm. Then enters the town with foldiers. O'ertake me if thou canft, I fcorn thy ftrength.. Go, go, chear up thy hunger-ftarved men. Help Salisbury to make his teftament.

This day is ours, as many more fhall be. Exit Pucelle.
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 the lifts.
So Bees with fmoke, and Doves with noifom stench,
Are from their hives, and houses, driv'n away.
They call'd us for our fiercenefs English dogs,
Now, like their whelps, we crying run away.

[Afhort alarm.
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the Lions out of England's Coat;
Renounce your foil, give Sheep in Lion's ftead.
Sheep run not half fo tim'rous from the Wolf,
Or Horfe or Oxen from the Leopard,

As you fly from your oft-fubdued slaves.

[Alarm. Here another Skirmish.

4 The fuperftition of thofe times taught that he that could

draw the woman's blood, was free from her power.

It will not be. Retire into your trenches;
You all confented unto Salisbury's death,

For none would ftrike a ftroke in his revenge.
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,

In fpight of us, or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!

The shame hereof will make me hide my head."

[Exit Talbot. Alarm, Retreat, Flourish,

Enter on the Wall, Pucelle, Dauphin, Reignier,
Alanfon, and Soldiers.

Pucelle. Advance our waving colours on the walls,
Refcu'd is Orleans from the English Wolves;
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
Dau. Divineft creature, bright Aftrea's daughter,
How fhall I honour thee for this fuccefs!
Thy promises are like Adonis' Garden 7,

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them for Adonis' avorship; because Venus bad once laid him in a lettice bed. The next day they were thrown away, &c. To this Dr. Pierce replies, That this account of the Gardens of Adonis is right, and yet Milton may be defended for what he lays of them: For why (fays he) did the Grecians an Adenis' fiftival carry these fmall earthen Gardens about in benour of him? It was because they had a tradition, that, when he was alive, he delighted in Gar-.. dens, and had a magnificent one: For proof of this we have Pliny's words, xix. 4. Antiquitas nihil priùs mirata eft quàm Hefperidum HORTOS, ac regum ADOLI

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