Tho' ftill the famifh'd English, like pale ghofts, Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat bullbeeves; Either they must be dieted, like mulesjo fa Him I forgive my death, that killeth me, [Exeunt. [Here Alarm, they are beaten back by the English with great lofs. Re-enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier. Char. Who ever faw the like ?what men have I? Dogs, cowards, daftards! I wou'd ne'er have fled, But that they left me midft my enemies. Reig. Salisbury is a desp'rate homicide, 9 8 Alan. Froyfard, a countryman of ours, records, England all Olivers and Rowlands bred, 8 As their hungry pry.] I be lieve it should be read, As their hungred ry. 9 England all Olivers and Rowlands bred, } These were two of the most famous in the lift of Charlemagne's twelve Peers; and their exploits, are render'd fo ridiculously and equal ly extravagant by the old romancers, that from thence arose that faying amongst our plain and fenfible ancestors, of giving one a Rowland for his Oliver, to fignify the matching one incredible lye with another. Kk 2 WARBURTON. During During the time Edward the Third did reign; It fendeth forth to fkirmish, one to ten. Char. Let's leave this town, for they are hair brain'd flaves, I And hunger will enforce them be more eager; Alan. Be it fo. Enter the Baftard of Orleans. Baft. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him. Da Baftard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. 2 Baft. Methinks, your looks are fad, your chear appall'd; Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? Which by a vifion, fent to her from heav'n, And drive the English forth the bounds of France. 3 Gimmels.] A gimmel is a piece of jointed work, where one piece moves within another, whence it is taken at large for an engine. It is now by the vulgar called a gimcrack. 2 Your chear appall'd.] Chear is countenance, appearance. 3 nine Sibyls of old Rome:] There were no nine Sibyls of Rome: but he confounds things, and mistakes this for the nine books of Sibyline oracles, brought to one of the Tarquins. -WARBURTON. What's What's paft, and what's to come, she can defcry. Speak, fhall I call her in? Believe my words, For they are cerain and infallible. Dau. Go, call her in. But firft, to try her skill, Reignier, ftand thou as Dauphin in my place, Question her proudly, let thy looks be ftern; By this means fhall we found what fkill fhe hath. SCENE VI. Enter Joan la Pucelle. Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do thefe wond'rous feats? Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkeft to beguile me? Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind, ter, My wit untrain❜d in any kind of art. Heav'n, and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd Lo, whilft I waited on my tender lambs, 9. d: Will'd me to leave my base vocation, And, whereas I was black and fwart before, My courage try by combat, if thou dar'ft, 1994 I And thou shalt find that I exceed my fex. Refolve on this, thou fhalt be fortunate, Dau. Thou haft aftonifh'd me with thy high terms, Only this proof I'll of thy valour make, In fingle combat thou fhalt buckle with me; { Pucel. I am prepar'd, here is my keen edg'd fword, Deck'd with fine Flow'r de-luces on each fide; The which, at Tourain in St. Catharine's church, Out of a deal of old iron I chofe forth. Dau. Then come o'God's name, for I fear no woman. Pucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. [Here they fight, and Joan la Pucelle overcomes. Dau. Stay, ftay thy hands, thou art an Amazon; And fighteft with the fword of Debora. Pucel. Chrift's mother helps me, elfe I were too weak. Dau. Who-e'er helps thee, 'tis thou that muft help me. Impatiently I burn with thy defire. My heart and hands thou haft at once fubdu'd; Dau. Dau. Mean time, look gracious on thy proftrate thrall. Reig. My Lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Alan. Doubtlefs, he fhrives this woman to her Elfe ne'er could he fo long protract his fpeech. } Reig. Shall we difturb him, fince he keeps no mean? Alan. He may mean more than we poor men do know; These women are fhrewd tempters with their tongues. Reig. My Lord, where are you? what devife you on? Shall we give over Orleans or no ? Pucel. Why, no, I fay, diftruftful recreants! Fight till the laft gafp, for I'll be your guard. Dau. What the fays, I'll confirm; we'll fight it out. Pucel. Affign'd I am to be the English fcourge. This night the fiege affuredly I'll raise, * Expect Saint Martin's fummer, Halcyon days, Since I had thus into these wars. Glory is like a circle in the water; 5 Nor yet St. Philip's daughters, were like thee. Alan. Leave off delays, and let us raife the fiege. Reig. Woman, do what thou canft to fave our honours; Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd. *Expe& St. Martin's fummer.] That is, expect prosperity after misfortune, like fair weather at Martlemas, afterwinter has begun. 5 Meaning the four daughters of Philip mentioned in the Acts. Kk 4 Dau. |