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Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave. Now, Salisbury! for thee, and for the right Of English Henry, shall this night appear How much in duty I am bound to both. Cent. (within.] Arm, arm; the enemy doth make
assault. The English, scaling the Walls, cry, St. George !
SC EN E II. The French leap o'er the Walls in their shirts. Enter several ways, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier, half ready
and half unready. Alan. HOW now, my lords ? what all unready fo?
Bafi. Unready? I, and glad we 'scap'd so well. Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds; Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
Alan. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms,
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize
More venturous, or desperate than this,
Bast. I think, this Talbot is a fiend of hell.
Reig. If not of hell, the heav'ns, sure, favour him.
Alan. Here cometh Charles, I marvel how he sped.
Enter Charles and Joan.
Baft. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Didift thou at firft, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain ;
That now our loss night be ten times as much?
Pucel. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his
At all times will you have my pow'r alike?
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 Alanson, this was your default,
That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Alan. Had all your quarters been as fafely kept,
As that whereof I had the government,
We had not been thus shamefully surpriz'd.
Baft. Mine was secure.
Reign. And so was mine, my
Char. And for myself, most part of all this night,
Within her quarter, and mine own precind,
I was employ'd in paffing to and fro,
About relieving of the centinels.
Then how, or which way, fhould they first break in?
Pucet. Question, my lords, no further of the case,
How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some part
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made :
And now there rests no other shifts but this,
To gather our soldiers, fcatter'd and disperst,
And lay new platforms to endamage them.
[Exeunt. S Č E N E III.
Sol. I 'Ihebe so bold to take what they have left :
Within the Walls of Orleans.
Alarm. Enter a soldier crying, a Talbot! a Talbot !
they fly, leaving their clothes behind.
For I have loaden me with many spoils,
Ufing no other weapon but his name. [Exit
Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy.
Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
Here found retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. (Retreat.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
And here advance it in the market place,
The middle centre of this cursed fown.
Now have I pay'd my vow unto his soul :
For ev'ry drop of blood was drawn from him,
There have at least five Frenchmen dy'd to-night.
And that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Within their chiefest temple l'll erect
A tomb, wherein his corps shall be interr'd:
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engray'd the Sack of Orleans;
The treach'rous manner of his mournful death,
And what a terror he had been to France.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
I muse, we met not with the Dauphin's Grace,
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
Nor any of his false confederates.
Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began,
Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
They did amongst the troops of armed men
Leap o'er the walls, for refuge in the field.
Bur. Myself, as far as I could well discern For smoke and dusky vapours of the night, Am sure, I scar'd the Dauphin and his trull: When, arm in arm, they both came swiftly running, Like to a pair of loving Turtle Doves, That could not live afunder day or night. After that things are set in order here, We'll follow them with all the pow'r we have.
Enter a Meffenger. Mej. All hail, my lords; which of this princely train Call
the warlike Talbot, for his acts So much applauded through the realm of France ?
Tal. Here is the Talbot, who would speak with him?
Mel. The virtuous lady, Countess Auvergne, With modesty, admiring thy renown,
By me intreats, great lord, thou would'ft vouchsafe
To visit her poor Castle where she lies ;
boast she hath beheld the man,
Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
Bur. Is it ev'n so? nay, then, I see, our wars
Will turn into a peaceful comic sport;
When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
You can't, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruld:
And therefore tell her, I return great thanks ;
And in submission will attend on her.
honours bear me company?
Bed. No, truly, that is more than manners will :
And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
Are often welcomeft when they are gone.
Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
Come hither, captain; you perceive my mind.[Whispers.
Capt. I do, my lord, and mean accordingly. (Exeunt,
The Countess of Auvergne's Cafile.
Enter the Countess, and her þorter.
Count. ORTER, remember what I gave in charge;
And, when you've done so, bring ihe keys
Port, Madam, I will.
Count. The plot is laid : if all things fall out right,
I mall as famous be by this exploit,
As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
Great is the runiour of this dreadful Knight,
And his atchievements of no less account:
Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
To give their censure of these rare reports.
Enter Mesenger, and Talbot.
Mef. Madam, according as your ladyship
By message crav’d, so is lord Talbot come.
Count. And he is welcome ; what! is this the man?
Mef. Madam, it is.
Count. Is this the scourge of France ?
Is this the Talbot so much fear'd abroad,
That with his name the mothers still their babes ?
I fee, report is fabulous and faile,
I thought, I should have seen fome Hercules;
A second Hector, for his grim afpe&,
And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
Alas !- this is a child, a filly dwarf:
It cannot be, this weak and writhled Shrimp
Should strike fuch terror in his enemies.
Tal. Madam, I have been bold tọ trouble you : But since your ladyship is not at leisure, I'll fort some other time to vilit you.
Count. What means he now? Go ask him, whither
Mel. Stay, my lord Talbot ; for my lady craves To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
I go to certily her, Talbot s here.
Enter Porter with keys.
Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
Tal. Pris'ner? to whom ?
Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord :
And for that cause I train'd thee to
Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
But now the substance shall endure the like,
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
That haft by tyranny these many years
Walted our country, flain our citizens,
And sent our fons and husbands captivate.