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That here you maintain sev'ral factions ;
Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
Bed. Me they concern, Regent I am of France ;
their intermiflive miseries.
Enter to them another Meffenger. 2 Mel. Lords, view these letters, full of bad mischance. France is revolted from the English quite, Except some petty towns of no import. The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims, The baftard Orleans with him is join'd: Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part, The Duke of Alanson Aies to his side. [Exit.
Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all Aie to him? O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies' throats. Bedford, if thou be flack, I'll fight it out.
Bed. Glofter, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness ? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.
Enter a third Mesenger. 3 Mel. My gracious lords, to add to your laments, Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse, I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French. Wix. What! wherein Talbot overcamei ist so?
3 Mel. O, no ; wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown. The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of August laft, this dreadful lord Retiring from the fiege of Orleans, Having scarce full fix thousand in his troop, By three and twenty thousand of the French Was round encompaffed and fet upon. No leisure had he to enrank his men ; He wanted pikes to fet before his archers ; Instead whereof, fharp stakes, pluckt out of hedges, They pitched in the ground confusedly ; To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. More than three hours the fight continued ; Where valiant Talbot above human thought Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durft stand him ; Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he flew, The French exclaim'd, « The devil was in arms! All the whole army stood agaz'd on him. His foldiers, spying his undaunted fpirit, A Talbot! Talbot! cried out amain, And ruih'd into the bowels of the battle, Here had the Conqueft fully been seald up, If Sir John Faftolfe had not play'd the coward; (3) He being in the vaward, (plac'd behind, With purpose to relieve and follow them) Cowardly fled, not having ftruck one stroak. Hence grew the gen'ral wreck and massacre ; Enclosed were they with their enemies. A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
(3) if Sir John Falftafte] Mr. Pope has taken Notice, in a Noce upon the third Act of this Play, “ That Falstaff is here « introduc'd again, who was dead in Henry V; the Occasion whereof is, that this Play was written before Henry IV, or “ Henry V.” This seems to me but an idle piece of Criticism. It is the Historical Sir John Fastolfe, (for To he is callid by both our Chroniclers) that is here mention'd; who was a Lieutenant-General in the Wars with France, Deputy Regent to the Duke of Bedford in Normandy, and a Knight of the Garter : and not the Comic Character afterwards introduced by our Author; and which was a Creature merely of his own Brain.
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back ;
Bed. Is Talbot slain then? I will flay my self,
3 Mel: O no, he lives, but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford; Moft of the rest slaughter'd, or took likewise.
Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay. I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne, His Crown shall be the ransom of
3 Mel. So you had need, for Orleans is befieg'di
Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn:
Bed. I do remember it, and here take leave,
Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the hafte I can,
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend :
SCENE, before Orleans in France. Enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier, marching with
a drum and Soldiers. Char. ARS his true moving, ev'n as in the
Reig. Let's raise the fiege : why live we idly here?
Char. Sound, found alarum: we will rush on them i Now for the honour of the forlorn French: Him I forgive my death, that kileth me; When he lees me go back one foot, or fly: Exeunt.
[Here Alarm, they are beaten back by the English
with great lofs.
Re-enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier.
Alan. Froy fard, a countryman of ours, records,
During the time Edward the Third did reign :
Reig. I think, by fome odd gimmals or device
Enter the Bastard of Orleans.
Baft. Methinks, your looks are fad, your chear appal'da
Dau. Go, call her in ; but first, to try her skill,
Enter Joan la Pucelle.