Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have left. Using no other weapon but his name. Scene II. Orleans. Within the town. 80 [Exit. Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain, and others. Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. [Retreat sounded. Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury, What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, ΙΟ Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans, The treacherous manner of his mournful death I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace, His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc, 20 Bed. 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began, Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. For smoke and dusky vapours of the night, 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. Mess. All hail, my Enter a Messenger. 30 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, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe That she may boast she hath beheld the man When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. Will not your honours bear me company ? 41 50 Come hither, captain. [Whispers.] You perceive my mind? Capt. I do, my lord, and mean accordingly. 60 [Exeunt. Scene III, Auvergne. The Countess's castle. Enter the Countess and her Porter. Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; Port. Madam, I will. Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, [Exit. As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death. Mess. Madam, Enter Messenger and Talbot. According as your ladyship desired, By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come. 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 fear'd abroad That with his name the mothers still their babes? IO I see report is fabulous and false: I thought I should have seen some Hercules, It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp 20 I'll sort some other time to visit you. Count. What means he now? Go ask him whither he Mess. Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves Re-enter Porter with keys. Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. Count. To me, blood-thirsty lord; house. Long time thy shadow had been thrall to me, But now the substance shall endure the like, goes. 30 |