Charles

Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens

So in the earth, to this day is not known:

Late did he shine upon the English side;

Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.

What towns of any moment but we have?

At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;

Otherwhiles the famished English, like pale ghosts,

Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.

Alencon

They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:

Either they must be dieted like mules

And have their provender tied to their mouths

Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.

Reigner

Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?

Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:

Remaineth none but mad-brained Salisbury:

And he may well in fretting spend his gall,

Nor men nor money hath he to make war.

Charles

Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.

Now for the honour of the forlorn French!

Him I forgive my death that killeth me

When he sees me go back one foot or fly. Exeunt.Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss.Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER.

Charles

Who ever saw the like! what men have I!

Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,

But that they left me “midst my enemies.

Reigner

Salisbury is a desperate homicide;

He fighteth as one weary of his life.

The other lords, like lions wanting food,

Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

Alencon

Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,

England all Olivers and Rolands bred

During the time Edward the Third did reign.

More truly now may this be verified;

For none but Samsons and Goliases

It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!

Lean raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose

They had such courage and audacity?

Charles

Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brained slaves,

And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:

Of old I know them; rather with their teeth

The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.

Reigner

I think, by some odd gimmors or device

Their arms are set like clocks, still to strike on;

Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.

By my consent, we'll even let them alone.

Alencon

Be it so. Enter the BASTARD of Orleans.

Bastard

Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.

Charles

Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.

Bastard

Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appalled:

Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?

Be not dismayed, for succour is at hand:

A holy maid hither with me I bring,

Which by a vision sent to her from heaven

Ordained is to raise this tedious siege

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 words,

For they are certain and unfallible.

Charles

Go, call her in. Exit Bastard. 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. Re-enter the BASTARD of Orleans, with JOAN LA PUCELLE.

Reigner

Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?

Pucelle

Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?

Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;

I know thee well, though never seen before.

Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:

In private will I talk with thee apart.

Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.

Reigner

She takes upon her bravely at first dash.

Pucelle

Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,

My wit untrained in any kind of art.

Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased

To shine on my contemptible estate:

Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,

And to sun's parching heat displayed my cheeks,

God's mother deigned to appear to me

And in a vision full of majesty

Willed me to leave my base vocation

And free my country from calamity:

Her aid she promised and assured success:

In complete glory she revealed herself;

And, whereas I was black and swart before,

With those clear rays which she infused on me

That beauty am I blessed with which you may see.

Ask me what question thou canst possible,

And I will answer unpremeditated:

My courage try by combat, if thou darest,

And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.

Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,

If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

Charles

Thou hast astonished me with thy high terms:

Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,

In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,

And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;

Otherwise I renounce all confidence.

Pucelle

I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,

Decked with five flower-de-luces on each side;

The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's churchyard,

Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.

Charles

Then come, a' God's name; I fear no woman.

Pucelle

And while I live I'll ne'er fly from a man. Here they fight, and Joan La Pucelle overcomes.

Charles

Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon

And fightest with the sword of Deborah.

Pucelle

Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.

Charles

Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:

Impatiently I burn with thy desire;

My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.

Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,

Let me thy servant and not sovereign be;

'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.

Pucelle

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 recompense.

Charles

Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.

Reigner

My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.

Alencon

Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;

Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.

Reigner

Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?

Alencon

He may mean more than we poor men do know:

These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.

Reigner

My lord, where are you? what devise you on?

Shall we give over Orleans, or no?

Pucelle

Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!

Fight till the last gasp; I'll be your guard.

Charles

What she says I'll confirm; we'll fight it out.

Pucelle

Assigned am I to be the English scourge.

This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:

Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,

Since I have entered into these wars.

Glory is like a circle in the water,

Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself

Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.

With Henry's death the English circle ends;

Dispersed are the glories it included.

Now am I like that proud insulting ship

Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.

Charles

Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?

Thou with an eagle art inspired then,

Helen, the mother of great Constantine,

Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters were like thee.

Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,

How may I reverently worship thee enough?

Alencon

Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.

Reigner

Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;

Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.

Charles

Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:

No prophet will I trust if she prove false. Exeunt.