Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave. Cent. [within.] Arm, arm; the enemy doth make affault. [The English, Scaling the Walls, cry, St. George! The French leap o'er the Walls in their fhirts. Enter feveral ways, Baftard, Alanson, Reignier, half ready and half unready. Alan. H Bast. Unready? I, and glad we`scap'd so OW now, my lords? what all unready fo? well. Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds; Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors. Alan. Of all exploits, fince firft I follow'd arms, Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous, or defperate than this. Baft. I think, this Talbot is a fiend of hell. Baft. Tut! holy Joan was, his defenfive guard. Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? Didft thou at firft, to flatter us withal, Make us partakers of a little gain; That now our lofs might be ten times as much? Pucel. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? At all times will you have my pow'r alike? Improvident foldiers, had your watch been good, Reign. And fo was mine, my lord. Char. And for myself, moft part of all this night, Within her quarter, and mine own precinct, I was employ'd in paffing to and fro, About relieving of the centinels. Then how, or which way, fhould they firft break in? [Exeunt. SCENE III. Within the Walls of Orleans. Alarm. Enter a foldier crying, a Talbot! a Talbot ! they fly, leaving their clothes behind. Sol. I'LL be fo bold to take what they have left: For I have loaden me with many fpoils, Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy. [Exit Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whofe pitchy mantle over veil'd the earth. Here found retreat, and ceafe our hot purfuit. [Retreat. Tal. Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury, The treach'rous manner of his mournful death, I muse, we met not with the Dauphin's Grace, Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began, That could not live afunder day or night. After that things are fet in order here, We'll follow them with all the pow'r we have. Meff. All hail, my lords; which of this princely train Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts So much applauded through the realm of France? By By me intreats, great lord, thou would'ft vouchfafe Bur. Is it ev'n fo? nay, then, I fee, our wars When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. Tal. Well then, alone, fince 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. Count. PORT ORTER, remember what I gave in charge; to me. Port. Madam, I will. [Exit. Count. The plot is laid if all things fall out right, I fhall as famous be by this exploit, As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death. Great is the rumour of this dreadful Knight, Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, Enter Enter Meffenger, and Talbot. Meff. Madam, according as your ladyship Count. And he is welcome; what! is this the man? Count. Is this the fcourge of France? Is this the Talbot fo much fear'd abroad, That with his name the mothers ftill their babes? I fee, report is fabulous and false, I thought, I fhould have feen fome Hercules; And large proportion of his ftrong-knit limbs. It cannot be, this weak and writhled Shrimp Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you I'll fort fome other time to vilit you. Count. What means he now? Go ask him, whither he goes. Meff. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves Enter Porter with keys. Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. * Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord : And for that caufe I train'd thee to my house. Long time thy fhadow hath been thrall to me, For in my gallery thy picture hangs: But now the fubflance fhall endure the like, Tal. |