Sent. [Within.] assault! Arm, arm! the enemy doth make [The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, BASTARD, ALENÇON, REIGNIER, half ready and half unready. Alen. How now, my lords? what, all unready1 so? Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scaped 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 followed arms, Never heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous, or desperate than this. Bast. I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell. Reig. If not of hell, the Heavens, sure, favor him. Alen. Here cometh Charles; I marvel how he sped. Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE. Bast. Tut! holy Joan was his defensive guard. Char. 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 you have my power alike? Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept, 1 Unready is undressed. Bast. Mine was secure. Reig. 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 employed in passing to and fro, About relieving of the sentinels. Then how, or which way, should they first break in? 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. The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; For I have loaden me with many spoils, Using no other weapon but his name. SCENE II. Orleans. Within the Town. [Exit. Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others. Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled, Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury; 1 Plans, schemes. And, that hereafter ages may behold A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interred; I muse, we met not with the dauphin's grace; Bed. 'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began, Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds, Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern, That could not live asunder day or night. After that things are set in order here, We'll follow them with all the power we have. 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, By me entreats, good lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe 1 i. e. where she dwells. Bur. Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars Will turn unto a peaceful, comic sport, When ladies crave to be encountered with. You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for, when a world of men Could not prevail with all their oratory, Yet hath a woman's kindness overruled.- Will not your honors bear me company? 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. SCENE III. 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. [Exit. Count. The plot is laid; if all things fall out right, I shall as famous be by this exploit, As Scythian Thomyris by Cyrus' death. Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight, And his achievements of no less account. Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, Enter Messenger and TALBOT. Mess. Madam, According as your ladyship desired, By message craved, so is lord Talbot come. 1 i. e. judgment, opinion. 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 feared 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. It cannot be, this weak and writhled1 shrimp Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you; 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. I Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, go to certify her, Talbot's here. Re-enter Porter, with keys. Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner Count. But now the substance shall endure the like; Wasted our country, slain our citizens, And sent our sons and husbands captivate. Count. Laughest thou, wretch? Thy mirth shall turn to moan. Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond, 1 Writhled for wrinkled. |