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Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all Ay to him? O, whither shall we fly from this reproach ?
Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies throats. Bedford, if thou be sack, I'll fight it out.
Bed. Glofter, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
í Wherewith already France is over-run.
SCEN E IV.
Enter a Third Messenger. 3 Mef. 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?
3 Mel. O no ; wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown. The circumstance I:H tell you more at large. The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord Retiring from the fiege of Orleans, Having scarce full fix thousand in his troop, By three and twenty thousand of the French Was round encompassed and set upon. No leisure had he to onrank his men ; He wanted pikes to set before his archers; Instead whereof sharp ftakes pluckr 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 durft stand him; Here, there, and every where, enragd he few. 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 Talbos ! Talbot ! cried out amain, And rush'd into the bowels of the battel, Here had the conqueft fully been fealed up,
# If Sir John Falstaff had not play'd the coward,
Bed. Is Talbot Nain then? I will slay my self,
3 Mess: O no, he lives, but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford ; Most of the rest Naughter'd or took likewise.
Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay.
3 Mell. So you had need, for. Orleans is besieg'd,
Exe. Remember lords your oaths 'to Henry fworn :
Bed. I do remember it, and here rake leave, To go about my preparation.
+ See the note on the fifth Scene of Act 3.
Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the hafte I cang.
Win. Each hath his place and fun&tion to attend:
Enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier, marching with
a drum and Soldiers...
Char. M4so in the earth to this day is not known.
ARS his true moving, ev'n as in the hearisis
moment but we have ? At pleasure here we lye near Orleans : o Tho fill the familh'd English like pale ghosts Paintly befiege us one hour in a month. Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat Ball
And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
Char. Sound, sound alarum: we will rush on theme:
(Here alarm, they are beaten back by the English,
with great loss.
Enter:Charles, Alanson; aud Reignier.
Reig. Salisburn is a desp’rate homicidë,
Alan. Froyfard a countryman of ours records,
Reig. I think by fome odd † gimmals or device
* Gimmals, are rings of double rounds, from gemelli.. Wheels one within anortere
Enter the Bastard of Orleans. Baft. Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for
him. Dau. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
Baft. Methinks your looks are fad, your chear appalda
Dau. Go call her in ;., but first to try her skill,
Enter Joan la Pucelle,
Reig. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous
feats? Pucel. . Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me? Where is the Dauphin !. come, come from behind, I know thee well, tho never seen before. Be not amaz'd : there's nothing hid from.me: In private will I talk with thee apart : Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dalh.
Pucel. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter, My wit untraind in any kind of art: Heav'n, and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd Io. Bine on my contemptible estate. .