The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9] · William Shakespeare
SCENE I. _Before Orleans_.
_Enter a_ Sergeant _of a band, with two_ Sentinels. _Serg._ Sirs, take your places and be vigilant: [aba001] If any noise or soldier you perceive Near to the walls, by some apparent sign Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. _First Sent._ Sergeant, you shall. [_Exit Sergeant_.] Thus are poor servitors, ·aba005· When others sleep upon their quiet beds, Constrain’d to watch in darkness, rain and cold. [aba007] _Enter_ TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, _and forces, with scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march_. _Tal._ Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, By whose approach the regions of Artois, Wallon and Picardy are friends to us, ·aba010· This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, Having all day caroused and banqueted: Embrace we then this opportunity As fitting best to quittance their deceit Contrived by art and baleful sorcery. ·aba015· _Bed._ Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame, Despairing of his own arm’s fortitude, To join with witches and the help of hell! _Bur._ Traitors have never other company. But what’s that Pucelle whom they term so pure? ·aba020· _Tal._ A maid, they say. _Bed._ A maid! and be so martial! _Bur._ Pray God she prove not masculine ere long, If underneath the standard of the French She carry armour as she hath begun. _Tal._ Well, let them practise and converse with spirits: ·aba025· God is our fortress, in whose conquering name Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
_Enter_ CHARLES _and_ LA PUCELLE. _Char._ Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? ·aba050· Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, Make us partakers of a little gain, That now our loss might be ten times so much? _Puc._ Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? At all times will you have my power alike? ·aba055· Sleeping or waking must I still prevail, Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good, This sudden mischief never could have fall’n. _Char._ Duke of Alençon, this was your default, ·aba060· That, being captain of the watch to-night, Did look no better to that weighty charge. _Alen._ Had all your quarters been as safely kept [aba063] As that whereof I had the government, We had not been thus shamefully surprised. ·aba065· _Bast._ Mine was secure. _Reig._ And so was mine, my lord. _Char._ And, for myself, most part of all this night, Within her quarter and mine own precinct I was employ’d in passing to and fro, About relieving of the sentinels: ·aba070· Then how or which way should they first break in? _Puc._ Question, my lords, no further of the case, How or which way: ’tis sure they found some place But weakly guarded, where the breach was made. And now there rests no other shift but this; ·aba075· To gather our soldiers, scatter’d and dispersed, [aba076] And lay new platforms to endamage them. [aba077] _Alarum. Enter an_ English Soldier, _crying ‘A Talbot! a Talbot!’ They fly, leaving their clothes behind_. _Sold._ I’ll be so bold to take what they have left. [aba078] The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; For I have loaden me with many spoils, ·aba080· Using no other weapon but his name. [_Exit._
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