1.2.0.2192 Sound a Flourish.193 Enter Charles [the Dauphin, the Duke of] Alencon, and Reignier [Duke of Anjou], marching 194 with Drum[mer] and Soldiers. Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens,
1.2.2196So in the earth, to this day is not known.
1.2.3197Late did he shine upon the English side;
1.2.4198Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.
1.2.5199What towns of any moment but we have?
1.2.6200At pleasure here we lie near Orléans
1.2.7201Otherwhiles, the famished English, like pale ghosts,
1.2.8202Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
They want their porridge and their fat bull beeves.
1.2.10204Either they must be dieted like mules,
1.2.11205And have their provender tied to their mouths,
1.2.12206Or piteous they will look, like drownèd mice.
Let's raise the siege. Why live we idly here?
1.2.14208Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear.
1.2.15209Remaineth none but mad-brained Salisbury,
1.2.16210And he may well in fretting spend his gall:
1.2.17211Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
Sound, sound alarum. We will rush on them.
1.2.19213Now for the honor of the forlorn French,
1.2.20214Him I forgive my death that killeth me
1.2.21215When he sees me go back one foot, or flee.
216 Here alarum. They [the French] are beaten back by the217 English, with great loss.218 Enter Charles [the Dauphin, the Duke of] Alencon, and Reignier [Duke of Anjou]. Who ever saw the like? What men have I?
1.2.23220Dogs, cowards, dastards. I would ne'er have fled,
1.2.24221But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
Salisbury is a desperate homicide.
1.2.26223He fighteth as one weary of his life.
1.2.27224The other lords, like lions wanting food,
1.2.28225Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
Froissart, a countryman of ours, records
1.2.30227England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
1.2.31228During the time Edward the Third did reign.
1.2.32229More truly now may this be verified,
1.2.34231It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten?
1.2.35232Lean raw-boned rascals, who would e'er suppose
Let's leave this town,
235for they are hare-brained slaves,
1.2.38236And hunger will enforce them to be more eager.
1.2.39237Of old I know them: rather with their teeth
1.2.40238The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege.
I think by some odd gimmers or device
1.2.42240Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on,
1.2.43241Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
1.2.44242By my consent we'll even let them alone.
Be it so.
Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news
246for him.
Bastard of Orléans, thrice welcome to us.
Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appalled.
1.2.49249Hath the late overthrow wrought this offense?
1.2.50250Be not dismayed, for succor is at hand.
1.2.52252Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven,
1.2.53253Ordainèd is to raise this tedious siege
1.2.54254And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
1.2.55255The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
1.2.56256Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome.
1.2.57257What's past and what's to come she can descry.
1.2.58258Speak: shall I call her in? Believe my words,
1.2.59259For they are certain, and unfallible.
Go call her in.
Go call her in. But first, to try her skill.
1.2.62261Reignier stand thou as Dauphin in my place.
1.2.63262Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern.
1.2.64263By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
1.2.64.1264 Enter [the Bastard of Orléans with] Joan [la] Pucelle [bearing sword.] [As Charles.] Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these
266wondrous feats?
Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
1.2.67268Where is the Dauphin?
[To Charles.] Come, come from behind.
1.2.68269I know thee well, though never seen before.
1.2.69270Be not amazed. There's nothing hid from me.
1.2.70271In private will I talk with thee apart.
1.2.71272Stand back you lords, and give us leave a while.
1.2.71.1 [Reignier, Alencon, and Bastard stand apart.] 1.2.72.1 [To Alencon and Bastard.] She takes upon her bravely, at first dash.
Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter.
1.2.74275My wit untrained in any kind of art.
1.2.75276Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
1.2.77278Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
1.2.78279And to sun's parching heat displayed my cheeks,
1.2.79280God's mother deignèd to appear to me,
1.2.83284Her aid she promised, and assured success.
1.2.84285In complete glory she revealed herself;
1.2.85286And whereas I was black and swart before,
1.2.86287With those clear rays which she infused on me
1.2.87288That beauty am I blest with, which you may see.
1.2.88289Ask me what question thou canst possible,
1.2.90291My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,
1.2.91292And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
1.2.92293Resolve on this: thou shalt be fortunate,
1.2.93294If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
Thou hast astonished me with thy high terms.
1.2.95296Only this proof I'll of thy valor make:
1.2.96297In single combat thou shalt buckle with me.
1.2.97298And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
1.2.98299Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.
I am prepared. Here is my keen-edged sword,
1.2.100301Decked with five flower-de-luces on each side;
1.2.101302The which at Touraine, in Saint Katherine's churchyard,
1.2.102303Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
Then come a God's name, I fear no woman.
And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.
1.2.104.1306 Here they fight, and Joan [la] Pucelle overcomes. Stay, stay thy hands. Thou art an Amazon,
Christ's mother helps me, else I were too
310weak.
Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me.
1.2.110313My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
1.2.112315Let me thy servant, and not sovereign be.
1.2.113316'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
I must not yield to any rights of love,
1.2.116319When I have chasèd all thy foes from hence,
Meantime, look gracious on thy prostrate
322thrall.
[To the other lords apart.] My Lord methinks is very long in talk.
Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock,
1.2.121325Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no
327mean?
He may mean more then we poor men do know.
1.2.124329These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
[To Charles.] My Lord, where are you? What devise you on?
Why, no, I say. Distrustful recreants,
1.2.128333Fight till the last gasp; I'll be your guard.
What she says, I'll confirm. We'll fight
335it out.
Assigned am I to be the English scourge.
1.2.131337This night the siege assurèdly I'll raise.
1.2.132338Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon's days,
1.2.136342Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.
1.2.137343With Henry's death, the English circle ends.
1.2.140346Which Caesar and his fortune bore at once.
Was Muhammed inspirèd with a dove?
1.2.144350Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters were like thee.
1.2.145351Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
1.2.146352How may I reverently worship thee enough?
Leave off delays, and let us raise the
354siege.
Woman, do what thou canst to save our honors.
1.2.149356Drive them from Orléans, and be immortalized.
Presently we'll try. Come, let's away about it.
1.2.151358No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
Exeunt.