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Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English.
[Exeunt to the Town.
Alarum : Excursions. Enter, from the Town, BED
FORD, brought in sick, in a Chair, with TALBOT,
Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan! I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own, And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before
that time. Bed. 0, let no words, but deeds, revenge this
treason ! Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? break
a lance, And run a tilt at death within a chair?
Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, Encompass’d with thy lustful paramours ! Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant
age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
the pride of France.] Pride signifies the haughty power.
have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. Puc. Are you so hot, sir ? - Yet, Pucelle, hold
thy peace ; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow
[Talbot, and the rest, consult together. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker? Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the
field? Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours, or no.
Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecaté,
Alen. Signior, no.
Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France ! Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
Puc. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls; For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks. God be wi' you, my lord ! we came, sir, but to tell
you That we are here.
[Exeunt LA PUCELLE, &c. from the Walls. Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, (Prick'd on by publick wrongs, sustain'd in France,) Either to get the town again, or die: And I,-as sure as English Henry lives, And as his father here was conqueror; As sure as in this late-betrayed town Great Cour-de-lion's heart was buried ; So sure I swear, to get the town, or die.
Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, The valiant duke of Bedford :
-Come, my ford,
We will bestow you in some better place, ,
Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:
Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick, Came to the field, and vanquished his foes : Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, Because I ever found them as myself.
Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast ! Then be it so :-Heavens keep old Bedford safe ! And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, But gather we our forces out of hand, And set upon our boasting enemy.
[Exeunt BURGUNDY, TALBOT, and Forces,
leaving BEDFORD, and Others. Alarum : Excursions. Enter Sir John FASTOLFE,
and a Captain. Cap. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such
haste ? Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight; We are like to have the overthrow again.
Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot ? Fast.
Ay, All the Talbots in the world, to save my life.
[Exit. Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
[Exit. s That stout"Pendragon,} This hero was Uther Pendragon, brother to Aurelius, and father to king Arthur. Shakspeare has imputed to Pendragon an exploit of Aurelius, Holinshed,
even sicke of a flixe as he was, caused himself to be carried forth in a litter : with whose presence his people were so incouraged, that encountering with the Saxons they wan the victorie."
Retreat : Excursions. Enter, from the Town, LA
Pucelle, ALENÇON, CHARLES, &c. and Exeunt,
[Dies, and is carried off in his Chair.
Alarum: Enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and Others.
Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle
I think, her old familiar is asleep :
Bur: What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy,
Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,
-] i. e. make some necessary dispo.
take some order
But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen,
The same. The Plains near the City.
Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENÇON, LA Pu
CELLE, and Forces.
Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto,
Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, And we will make thee famous through the world.
Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise: By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, We will entice the duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.
Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, France were no place for Henry's warriors ; Nor should that nation boast it so with us,