If I now had him brought into my power. Sul. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd. Tal. With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts. In open market-place produced they me, 40 Here, said they, is the terror of the French, To huil at the beholders of my shame : 50 That they supposed I could rend bars of steel, Enter the Boy with a linstock. Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endured, 60 But we will be revenged sufficiently. Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale, Let me have your express opinions Where is best place to make our battery next. Gar. I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords. Gian. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace: The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. 91 He beckons with his hand and smiles on me, As who should say When I am dead and gone, Remember to avenge me on the French.' Whence cometh this alarum and the noise? Mess. My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head: 100 The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, A holy prophetess new risen up, Is come with a great power to raise the siege. It irks his heart he cannot be revenged. heels, And make a quagmire of your mingled brains. Convey me Salisbury into his tent, 110 And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare. [Alarum. Exeunt. SCENE V. The same. Here an alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them: then reenter TALBOT. Tal. Where is my strength, my valor, and my force? Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them; Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee; Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee: Puc. Come, come, 'tis only I that must dis- My breast I'll burst with straining of my cour age 10 And from my shoulders crack my arms asub der. Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am, nor what I do : 20 A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists: So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench Are from their hives and houses driven away. When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. Char. Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won; For which I will divide my crown with her, Transported shall be at high festivals ACT II. 30 [Flourish. Exeunt. SCENE I. Before Orleans. Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels. [Exit Sergeant.] Thus are poor servitors, When others sleep upon their quiet beds, Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold. Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and forces, with scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march. Tal. Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, By whose approach the regions of Artois, As fitting best to quittance their deceit 10 Bed. Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame, Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, pure? Tal. A maid, they say. A maid and be so martial! Bur. Pray God she prove not masculine ere long, If underneath the standard of the French Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with spirits: God is our fortress, in whose conquering name Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks. his grave. Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right Dent. Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault ! [Cry: St. George,' 'A Talbot.' The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the BASTARD of Orleans, ALENÇON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and halj unready. Alen. How now, my lords! what, all unready so? Bast. Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well. 40 Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds, R. 70 I was employ'd in passing to and fro, About relieving of the sentinels: Then how or which way should they first break in ? [case, Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place [made. But weakly guarded, where the breach was And now there rests no other shift but this; To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed, And lay new platforms to endamage them. Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying ‘A Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their clothes behind. Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. Retreat sounded. Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury, And that hereafter ages may behold 10 A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd: I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace, Bed. 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport, Could not prevail with all their oratory, Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will: And I have heard it said, unbidden guests 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. [Exeunt. 60 SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS'S castle. 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. Count. oner. Re-enter Porter with keys. 31 If thou be he, then art thou pris shadow Whereon to practise your severity. I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, nonce; 60 He will be here, and yet he is not here: How can these contrarieties agree? Tal. That will I show you presently. [Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. Enter soldiers. How say you, madam? are you now persuaded That Talbot is but shadow of himself? These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks. Razeth your cities and subverts 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 gather'd by thy shape. Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; 70 For I am sorry that with reverence I did not entertain thee as thou art. Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake But only, with your patience, that we may Taste of your wine and see what cates you have; For soldiers stomachs always serve them well. Count. With all my heart, and think me honored To feast so great a warrior in my house. 81 [Exeunt. Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. Som. Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses, That shall maintain what I have said is true, Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. Plan. Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. Suf. Turn not thy scorns this way, Plan tagenet. |