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Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well.
Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our

Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.

Alen. 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 be a fiend of hell.
Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour

Alen. Here cometh Charles ; I marvel, how he


Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard.

Cha. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain,
That now our loss might be ten times so much?
Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his

friend? At all times will


my power 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 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,
As that whereof I had the government,
We had not been thus shamefully surpriz’d.

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,
About relieving of the sentinels :
Then how, or which way, should they first break in?

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,
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.
And, that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engravid the sack of Orleans ;
The treacherous 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

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,)

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.

Am sure,

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,
By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
To visit her poor castle where she lies;'
That she may boast, she hath beheld the man
Whose glory fills the world with loud report.

Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see, our wars
Will turn unto a peaceful comick sport,
When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.

Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of


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.
Will not your honours bear me company

Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will :
And I have heard it said,—Unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Tal. Well then, alone since there's no remedy, I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. Come hither, captain. (Whispers.)—You perceive

my mind.

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,
As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death.
Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,
And his achievements of no less account:
Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
To give their censure? of these rare reports. .

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.


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