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Bed. Agreed; I'll to yond corner.
Bur.' And I to this.

Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his Grave.,
Now Salisbury for thee and for the right
Of English Henry, shall this Night appear
How much in duty, I am bound to both.
Cent. Arm, Arm, the Enemy doth make assault.

[Cry. St. George! A Talbot! The French leap o'er the Walls in their shirts. Enter several Days, Bastard, Alenson, Reignier, half ready, and half

unready. Alen. How now, my Lords? what all unready fo? Baft. Unready? I and glad we scap'd so well.

Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to' wake and leave our Beds, 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.

Baft. I think this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell:
Reig. If not of Hell, the Heavens sure favour him.
Alen. Here cometh Charles, I marvel how he sped.

Enter Charles and Joan.
Baft. Tut, holy Joan was his defensive Guard.

Cha. Is this thy Cunning, thou deceitful Dame?
Didft thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain,
That now our loss might be ten times so much?

Pucel. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his Friend!
At all times will you have my Power alike?
Sleeping or Waking, muft I ftill prevail,
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
Improvident Soldiers, had your Watch been good,
This sudden mischief never could have faln.

Char. Duke of Alenfon, chis was your Default.
That being Captain of the Watch to Night,
Did look no better to that weighty Charge.

Alen. Had all our Quarters been as safely kept, ***
As that, whereof I had the Government,
We had not been thus shamefully furpriz'a.
Baft. Mine was secure.


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Reig. And so was mine, my Lord.

Char. And for my felf, most 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, should they first break in?

Pucel. Question, my Lord, no further of the case,
How, or which way; 'tis fure 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 disperst,
And lay new Plat-forms to endamage them. [Exeunt.
Alarum. Erster a Soldier, crying, a Talbot! ~ Talbot!

they fly, leaving their Cloarbs behind.
Sol. I'll be so bold to take what they have left:
The Cry of Talbot ferves me for a Sword,
For I have loaden me with many Spoils,
Ufing no other Weapon but his Name.

Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy.
Bed. The Day begins to break, and Night is fled,
Whose pitchy Mantle over-vaild the Earth.
Here found Retreat, and cease our hot Pursuit. [Retreat.

Tal. Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury,
And here advance it in the Market place,
The middle Centre of this cursed Town.
Now have I pay'd my Vow unto bis Soul,
For every drop of Blood was drawn from him,
There hath at leaft five Frenchmen dy'd to Night.
And that hereafter Ages may

What Ruin happend in revenge of him,
Within the chiefest Temple I'll erect
A Tomb, wherein his Corps Mall be interr'd:
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engrav'd the Sack of Orleans,
The treacherous manner of his mournful Death;
And what a terrour 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 falsc Confederates.


Bed. 'Tis thought, Lord Talbor, when the fight began, Roux'd on the sudden from their drowfie Beds, They did amongst the Troops of armed Men, Leap o’er the Walls for refuge in the Field.

Bur. My self, as far as I could well discern,
For Smoak and dusty Vapours of the Night,
Am sure I scar'd the Dauphin and his Trull

When Arm in Arm they both came fwiftly running,
Like to a pair of loving Turtle Doves,
That could not live afunder Day or Night.
After that things are fet in order here,
We'll follow them with all the Power we have.

Enter a Messenger.
Meff. 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 Talbos, who would speak with him

. The virtuous Lady, Countess of Auvergne,
With Modesty admiring thy Renown,
By me intreats, great Lord, thou would't vouchsafe
To visit her poor Castle where the lyes;
That she may boaft she hath beheld the Man,
Whose Glory fills the World with loud report.

Bur. Is it even fo? Nay, then I see our Wars
Will turn into a peaceful Comick Sport,
When Ladies crave to be encountred with.
You may not, my Lord, despise her gentle fuit.

Tal. Ne'er truit me then; for when a World of Men
Could not prevail with all their Oratory,
Yet hath a Woman's kindness over-rul'd:
And therefore tell her, I return great thanks,
And in fubmission will attend on her.
Will not your Honours bear me company?

Bed. No, truly 'tis more than manners will:
And I have heard it said, Unbidden Guests
Are often welcomes when they are gone.

Tal. Well then, alone, fince there's no remedy,
I mean to prove this Lady's courtelie.
Come hither, Captain, you perceive my Mind. [Whispers.
Capt. I do, my Lord, and mean accordingly. [Exeunt.


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Enter Countess of Auvergne. ,
Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge,
And when you have done so, bring the Keys to me.
Port. Madam, I will.

Count. The Plot is laid, if all things fall out right,
I shall as famous be by this Exploit,
As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus Death.
Great is the rumour of this dreadful Knight,
And his Atchievements of no less account:
Fain would mine Eyes be witness with minc Ears,
To give their Censure of these rare Reports.

Enter Messenger and Talbot.
Mejl. Madam, according as your Ladyship defir'd,
By Meffage cray'd, so Lord Talbot come.

Count. And he is welcome; what? is this the Man
Mef. 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 fee Report is fabulous and false.
I thought I should have seen fome Hercules,
A fecond Hector, for his grim Aspect,
And large proportion of his Atrong knit Limbs.
Alas! this is a Child, a Gilly 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 leasure,
I'll fort some other time to visit you.

Count. What means he now?
Go ask him, whither he goes?

Mej. 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 certifie her, Talbot's here.

Enter Porter with Keys.
Count. If thou be he; then art thou Prisoner.
Tal. Prisoner? to whom?

Count. To me, Blood-thirsty Lord:
And for that cause I craind thce to my House.



Long time thy Shadow hath been thrall to me,
For in my Gallery thy Picture hangs:
But now the Substanee shall endure the like,
And I will chain these Legs and Arms of thine,
Thar haft by Tyranny these many

Wafted our Country, sain our Citizens,
And sent our Sons and Husbands Captivate:

Tal. Ha, ha, ha.
Count. Laughest thou Wretch:
Tby Mirth shall turn to Moan.

Tal. I laugh to see your Ladyship fo fond,
To think, that you have ought buc Talbot's Shadow,
Whereon to practise your Severity.

Count. Why? art not thou the Man?
Tal. I am indeed.
Count. Then have. I Substance too,
Tal. No, no, I am but Shadow of my felf:
You are deceiv'd, my Substance is not here;
For what you see is but the smallest part,
And least Proportion of Humanity:

you, Madam, were the whole Frame bere,
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
Your Roof were not fufficient to contain it.

Count. This is a Riddling Merchant for the nonces
He will be here, and yet he is not here:
How can these contrarieties agree?

Tal. That will I few you presently. !
Winds his Horn, Drums ftrike up, a. Peal of Ordnance a

Enter Soldiers.
How say you, Madam? are you now perfuaded,
That Talbot is but Shadow of himself?
These are his Substance, Sinews, Arms, and Strength,
With which he yoakerh your Rebellious Necks,
Razech your Cities, and, lubverts your Towns,
And in a moment makes them desolate.

Count, Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse;
I find thou art no less than Fame hath bruited,
And more than may be gathered by thy Sbape.
Let my Presumption not provoke thy Wrath,
For I am sorry, that with Reyerence


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