Enter Charles, Alanson, Burgundie,Baftard,
and Pucell.
Char. Had Yorke and Somerfel brought rescue in,
We fhould have found a bloody day of this.
Baft. How the yong whelpe of Talbots,raging wood,
Did flesh hispuny-fword in Frenchmens blood.
Pue. Once I encountred him,and thus I faid:
Thou Maiden youth,be vanquisht by a Maide.
But with a provd Majefticall high fcorne So rushing in
Heanfwer'd thus: Yong Talbot was not borne 19,8
Bowell
To be the pillage of a Giglot Wench,of the Fferuch
He left me proudly,as unworthy fight.
Bur. Doubtleffe he would have made a noble Knight:
See where helyes inherced in the armes
Of the moft bloody Nurffer of his harmes. still blooding
Baft. Hew them to peeccs, hack their bones atfunder,
Whofe life was Englands glory, Gallia's wonder
Char. Ohno forbeare: For that which we have fled
During the life, let us not Wrong it dead.
Enter Lucy, and hornito
L.Herald,conduct me to the Dolphins Tent,
To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.
Char. On what fubmiffive meflage art thou fent?
Lucy. Submiffion Dolphin? Tis a meere French word:
We English Warriours wot not what it meanes.
I come to know what Prifoners thou haft tane,
And to furvey the bodies of the dead.
Char. For prifoners askft thou? Hell our prifonis.
But tell me whom thou feek'ft?
Luc. But where's the great Alcides of the field,
Valiant Lord Falbot Earle of Shrewsbury?
Created for his rare fucceffe in Armes,
Great Earle of afford, Waterford, and Velensez
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Vrchinfield,