Except some petty towns of no import.

The Dauphin, Charles, is crowned king in Rheims ;
The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;

Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
The duke of Alençon flieth to his side.

Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
O! whither shall we fly from this reproach?

Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.—
Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.

Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
Wherewith already France is over-run.

Enter a third Messenger.

Third Mess. My gracious lords, to add to your laments, Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse,

I must inform you of a dismal fight

Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French.

Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is 't so?
Third Mess. O, no! wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown:

The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.

The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,
Retiring from the siege of Orleans,

Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,
By three-and-twenty thousand of the French
Was round encompassed and set upon.

No leisure had he to enrank his men ;

He wanted pikes to set before his archers;

Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges,

They pitched in the ground confusedly,

To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.

More than three hours the fight continued;
Where valiant Talbot, above human thought,
Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
Here, there, and everywhere, enrag'd he flew :
The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
All the whole army stood agaz'd on him.
His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,
A Talbot! A Talbot! cried out amain,
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
If sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
He being in the vaward, plac'd behind
With purpose to relieve and follow them,
Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
Hence grew the general wreck and massacre :
Enclosed were they with their enemies.

A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;

Whom all France, with their chief assembled strength,
Durst not presume to look once in the face.

Bed. Is Talbot slain? then, I will slay myself,

For living idly here in pomp and ease,

Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,

Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.

If sir John FASTOLFE-] Mis-spelt Falstaffe in the old copies, but not, of course, intended for the humorous knight who figures in Henry IV, Pt. I and II, and who died in Henry V.

' —VAWARD] The meaning seems to be, that what was usually the vaward of the army had in this instance purposely been "plac'd behind", in order to "relieve and follow" the rest.

Third Mess. O, no! he lives; but is took prisoner,
And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford :
Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took, likewise.

Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay.
I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne;
His crown shall be the ransom of my friend:
Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.-
Farewell, my masters; to my task will I.
Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.

Third Mess. So you had need, for Orleans is besieg'd.

The English army is grown weak and faint;

The earl of Salisbury craveth supply,

And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,

Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.

Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,

Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

Bed. I do remember it; and here take my leave,

To go about my preparation.

[Exit.

Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can,

To view th' artillery and munition;

And then I will proclaim young Henry king.

[Exit.

Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young king is,

Being ordain'd his special governor ;

And for his safety there I'll best devise.

[Exit.

Win. Each hath his place and function to attend :

I am left out for me nothing remains.
But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office :

The king from Eltham I intend to steal,
And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.

[Exit.

SCENE II.-France. Before Orleans.

Flourish. Enter CHARLES, with his Forces; ALENÇON, REIGNIER, and Others.

Char. Mars is true moving, even as in the heavens,

So in the earth, to this day is not known.
Late did he shine upon the English side;
Now we are victors upon us he smiles.
What towns of any moment but we have?

At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;

The whiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.

Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat bull

beeves:

Either they must be dieted like mules,

And have their provender tied to their mouths,

Or piteous they will look like drowned mice.

Reig. Let's raise the siege. Why live we idly here? Talbot is taken whom we wont to fear: Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury, And he may well in fretting spend his gall; Nor men, nor money, hath he to make war.

Char. Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
Him I forgive my death, that killeth me,
When he sees me go back one foot, or flee.

[Exeunt.

Alarums; Excursions; afterwards a Retreat.

Re-enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, REIGNIER, and Others.

Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have I !-
Dogs! cowards! dastards!-I would ne'er have fled,
But that they left me 'midst my enemies.

Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
He fighteth as one weary of his life:
The other lords, like lions wanting food,
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

Alen. Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
England all Olivers and Rowlands bred
During the time Edward the Third did reign.
More truly now may this be verified;
For none but Samsons and Goliasses

It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!

Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose

They had such courage and audacity?

Char. Let's leave this town; for they are hair-brain'd

slaves,

And hunger will enforce them be more eager :

Of old I know them; rather with their teeth

The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege.
Reig. I think, by some odd gimmals, or device,
Their arms are set like clocks still to strike on;
Else ne'er could they hold out so, as they do.
By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone.

Alen. Be it so.

-GIMMALS,] A "gimmal" (gemellus), is a piece of double machinery, which in the text is supposed to strike, like the figures in connection with clocks, which of old marked the hours.