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Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well.
Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms,
Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE.
Cha. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame
friend? At all times will
my power alike?
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default ; 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,
Bast. Mine was secure.
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,
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,-To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, And lay new platforms' to endamage them. V DIA Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying a Tal
bot! a Talbot! They fly, leaving their Clothes behind.
Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; For I have loaden me with many spoils, Using no other weapon but his name. [Exit.
platforms --] i. e. plans, schemes.
For every drop of blood
was drawn from him,
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern,
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 asụnder day or night. After that things are set in order here, We'll follow them with all the power we have.
Enter a Messenger. Mess. 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. Here is the Talbot; who would speak with
him ? Mess. The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne,
With modesty admiring thy renown,
Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see, our wars
Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will :
Tal. Well then, alone since there's no remedy, I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. Come hither, captain. (Whispers.)—You perceive
Capt. I do, my lord ; and mean accordingly.
Auvergne. Court of the Castle.
Enter the Countess and her Porter. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me. Port. Madam, I will.
[Erit. Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
where she lies ;] i. e, where she dwells.
I shall as famous be by this exploit,
Enter Messenger and TALBOT. Mess. Madam, According as your ladyship desir'd, By message crav'd, so is lord Talbot come. Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the
man? Mess. 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 see, report is fabulous and false : I thought, I should have seen some Hercules, A second Hector, for his grim aspect, And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf: It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp Should strike such terror to his enemies. Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble
you But, since your ladyship is not at leisure, I'll sort some other time to visit you. Count. What means he now ?-Go ask him,
whither he goes. Mess. 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 certify her, Talbot's here.
their censure --] i. e. their opinion. - writhled -] i. e. wrinkled.