More venturous, or defperate than this. Baft. I think this Talbot is a fiend of hell. Baft. Tut! holy Joan was his defenfive guard. Make us partakers of a little gain; That now our lofs might be ten times fo much? Pucel. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? Reig. And fo was mine, my Lord. Dau. And for my felf, 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 first break in ? [Exeunt. SCENE III, Within the walls of Orleans. Alarum. Enter a Soldier crying, a Talbot! a Talbot! the French fly, leaving their cloaths behind. Sol. I'll be fo bold to take what they have left: The cry of Talbot ferves me for a fword, For For I have loaden me with many spoils, Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, A tomb, wherein his corps fhall be interr'd; The treach'rous manner of his mournful death, I muse we met not with the Dauphin's Grace, [Exit. [Retreat, Bed. 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began, Rous'd on the fudden from their drowfie beds, They did amongst the troops of armed men Bur. My felf, as far as I could well difcern 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. Enter a Meffenger. Me. 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 ? Tal Tal. Here is the Talbot, who would speak with him ? Me. The virtuous Lady, Countess of Auvergne, With modefty admiring thy renown, By me intreats, great Lord, thou would'ft vouchfafe That the may boaft fhe hath beheld the man Bur. Is it ev'n fo? nay, then I see our wars Tal. Nay, truft me there: for when a world of men Bed. No truly, that is more than manners will: Tal. Well then, alone, fince there's no remedy, I mean to prove this Lady's courtefie. Come hither, captain; you perceive my mind. [Whispers. Capt. I do, my Lord, and mean accordingly. [Exeunt, SCENE IV. The Countess of Auvergne's Caftle Enter the Countess and ber Porter. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge, And when you've done fo, bring the keys to me. Port. Madam, I will. 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. Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, Enter Meflenger and Talbot. [Exit, Count Count. And he is welcome; what? is this the man? Me. Madam, it is. Count. Is this the fcourge of France? Is this the Talbot so much fear'd abroad, That with his name the mothers ftill their babes ? I thought I should have feen fome Hercules, It cannot be, this weak and wrizled Shrimp Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you: I'll fort fome other time to vifit you. Count. What means he now? Go afk whither he goes. Me. Stay, my Lord Talbot, for my Lady craves To know the caufe of your abrupt departure. Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, I go to certifie her, Talbot's here. Enter Porter with keys. Count. If thou be he, then art thou prifoner. Count. To me, blood-thirsty Lord: And for that caufe I train'd thee to my house. But now the fubftance fhall endure the like, Wafted our country, flain our citizens, And fent our fons and hufbands captivate. Tal. Ha, ha, ha. Count. Laugheft thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan. Tal. I laugh to fee your Ladyship fo fond, To think that you have ought but Talbot's fhadow Count. Why? art not thou the man? Tal. I am indeed. Count Count. Then have I fubftance too. Tal. No, no, I am but fhadow of my self: I tell you, Madam, were the whole frame here, Your roof were not fufficient to contain it. Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce, He will be here, and yet he is not here: How can these contrarieties agree? Tal. That will I fhew you prefently. Winds bis born, drums ftrike up, a peal of Ordnance & How fay you, Madam? are you now perfuaded These are his substance, finews, arms and strength, your And in a moment makes them defolate.' Count. Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse; I did not entertain thee as thou art. Tal. Be not difmay'd, fair Lady, nor misconstrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake The outward compofition of his body. What you have done hath not offended me: Nor other fatisfaction do I crave, But only with your patience that we may Taste of your wine, and fee what cates you have, Count. With all my heart, and think me honoured To feast so great a warrior in my house. [Exeunt, SCENE |