1424 Pucell. These are the Citie Gates, the Gates of Roan,

1425Through which our Pollicy must make a breach.

1426Take heed, be wary how you place your words,

1427Talke like the vulgar sort of Market men,

1428That come to gather Money for their Corne.

1429If we haue entrance, as I hope we shall,

1430And that we finde the slouthfull Watch but weake,

1431Ile by a signe giue notice to our friends,

1432That Charles the Dolphin may encounter them.

1433 Souldier. Our Sacks shall be a meane to sack the City

1434And we be Lords and Rulers ouer Roan,

1435Therefore wee'le knock. Knock.

1436 Watch. Che la.

1437 Pucell. Peasauns la pouure gens de Fraunce,

1438Poore Market folkes that come to sell their Corne.

1439 Watch. Enter, goe in, the Market Bell is rung.

1440 Pucell. Now Roan, Ile shake thy Bulwarkes to the

1441ground. Exeunt.

1443 Charles. Saint Dennis blesse this happy Stratageme,

1444And once againe wee'le sleepe secure in Roan.

1445 Bastard. Here entred Pucell, and her Practisants:

1446Now she is there, how will she specifie?

1447Here is the best and safest passage in.

1448 Reig. By thrusting out a Torch from yonder Tower,

1449Which once discern'd, shewes that her meaning is,

1450No way to that (for weaknesse) which she entred.

1453 Pucell. Behold, this is the happy Wedding Torch,

1454That ioyneth Roan vnto her Countreymen,

1455But burning fatall to the Talbonites.

1456 Bastard. See Noble Charles the Beacon of our friend,

1457The burning Torch in yonder Turret stands.

1458 Charles. Now shine it like a Commet of Reuenge,

1459A Prophet to the fall of all our Foes.

1460 Reig. Deferre no time, delayes haue dangerous ends,

1461Enter and cry, the Dolphin, presently,

1462And then doe execution on the Watch. Alarum.

1464 Talb. France, thou shalt rue this Treason with thy teares,

1465If Talbot but suruiue thy Trecherie.

1466Pucell that Witch, that damned Sorceresse,

1467Hath wrought this Hellish Mischiefe vnawares,

1468That hardly we escap't the Pride of France. Exit.

1473 Pucell. God morrow Gallants, want ye Corn for Bread?

1474I thinke the Duke of Burgonie will fast,

1475Before hee'le buy againe at such a rate.

1476'Twas full of Darnell: doe you like the taste?

1477 Burg. Scoffe on vile Fiend, and shamelesse Curtizan,

1478I trust ere long to choake thee with thine owne,

1479And make thee curse the Haruest of that Corne.

1480 Charles. Your Grace may starue (perhaps) before that

1481time.

1482 Bedf. Oh let no words, but deedes, reuenge this Trea-

1483son.

1484 Pucell. What will you doe, good gray-beard?

1485Breake a Launce, and runne a-Tilt at Death,

1486Within a Chayre.

1487 Talb. Foule Fiend of France, and Hag of all despight,

1488Incompass'd with thy lustfull Paramours,

1489Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant Age,

1490And twit with Cowardise a man halfe dead?

1491Damsell, Ile haue a bowt with you againe,

1492Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

1493 Pucell. Are ye so hot, Sir: yet Pucell hold thy peace,

1494If Talbot doe but Thunder, Raine will follow.

1496God speed the Parliament: who shall be the Speaker?

1497 Talb. Dare yee come forth, and meet vs in the field?

1498 Pucell. Belike your Lordship takes vs then for fooles,

1499To try if that our owne be ours, or no.

1500 Talb. I speake not to that rayling Hecate,

1501But vnto thee Alanson, and the rest.

1502Will ye, like Souldiors, come and fight it out?

1503 Alans. Seignior no.

1504 Talb. Seignior hang: base Muleters of France,

1505Like Pesant foot-Boyes doe they keepe the Walls,

1506And dare not take vp Armes, like Gentlemen.

1507 Pucell. Away Captaines, let's get vs from the Walls,

1508For Talbot meanes no goodnesse by his Lookes.

1509God b'uy my Lord, we came but to tell you

1510That wee are here. Exeunt from the Walls.

1511 Talb. And there will we be too, ere it be long,

1512Or else reproach be Talbots greatest fame.

1513Vow Burgonie, by honor of thy House,

1514Prickt on by publike Wrongs sustain'd in France,

1515Either to get the Towne againe, or dye.

1516And I, as sure as English Henry liues,

1517And as his Father here was Conqueror;

1518As sure as in this late betrayed Towne,

1519Great Cordelions Heart was buryed;

1520So sure I sweare, to get the Towne, or dye.

1521 Burg. My Vowes are equall partners with thy

1522Vowes.

1523 Talb. But ere we goe, regard this dying Prince,

1524The valiant Duke of Bedford: Come my Lord,

1525We will bestow you in some better place,

1526Fitter for sicknesse, and for crasie age.

1527 Bedf. Lord Talbot, doe not so dishonour me:

1528Here will I sit, before the Walls of Roan,

1529And will be partner of your weale or woe.

1530 Burg. Couragious Bedford, let vs now perswade you.

1531 Bedf. Not to be gone from hence: for once I read,

1532That stout Pendragon, in his Litter sick,

1533Came to the field, and vanquished his foes.

1534Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts,

1535Because I euer found them as my selfe.

1536 Talb. Vndaunted spirit in a dying breast,

1537Then be it so: Heauens keepe old Bedford safe.

1538And now no more adoe, braue Burgonie,

1539But gather we our Forces out of hand,

1540And set vpon our boasting Enemie. Exit.

1543 Capt. Whither away Sir Iohn Falstaffe, in such haste?

1544 Falst. Whither away? to saue my selfe by flight,

1545We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe.

1546 Capt. What? will you flye, and leaue Lord Talbot?

1547 Falst. I, all the Talbots in the World, to saue my life.

1549 Capt. Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee.

1553 Bedf. Now quiet Soule, depart when Heauen please,

1554For I haue seene our Enemies ouerthrow.

1555What is the trust or strength of foolish man?

1556They that of late were daring with their scoffes,

1557Are glad and faine by flight to saue themselues.

1561 Talb. Lost, and recouered in a day againe,

1562This is a double Honor, Burgonie:

1563Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie.

1564 Burg. Warlike and Martiall Talbot, Burgonie

1565Inshrines thee in his heart, and there erects

1566Thy noble Deeds, as Valors Monuments.

1567 Talb. Thanks gentle Duke: but where is Pucel now?

1568I thinke her old Familiar is asleepe.

1569Now where's the Bastards braues, and Charles his glikes?

1570What all amort? Roan hangs her head for griefe,

1571That such a valiant Company are fled.

1572Now will we take some order in the Towne,

1573Placing therein some expert Officers,

1574And then depart to Paris, to the King,

1575For there young Henry with his Nobles lye.

1576 Burg. What wills Lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgonie.

1577 Talb. But yet before we goe, let's not forget

1578The Noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,

1579But see his Exequies fulfill'd in Roan.

1580A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce,

1581A gentler Heart did neuer sway in Court.

1582But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die,

1583For that's the end of humane miserie. Exeunt.