The first Part of Henry the Sixt.
Talbotbe a Fiend of Hell.
Charles, I maruell how he sped?
Ioanewas his defensiue Guard.
Charlesimpatient with his friend?
they flye, leauing their Clothes behind.
Talbotserues me for a Sword,
Salisbury,
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<head rend="italic center">Actus Secundus. Scena Prima.</head>
<head type="supplied">[Act 2, Scene 1]</head>
<stage rend="center" type="entrance">Enter a Sergeant of a Band, with two Sentinels.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-ser">
<speaker rend="italic">Ser.</speaker>
<l n="601">Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant:</l>
<l n="602">If any noyse or Souldier you perceiue</l>
<l n="603">Neere to the walles, by some apparant signe</l>
<l n="604">Let vs haue knowledge at the Court of Guard.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-sns">
<speaker rend="italic">Sent.</speaker>
<l n="605">Sergeant you shall. Thus are poore Seruitors</l>
<l n="606">(When others sleepe vpon their quiet beds)</l>
<l n="607">Constrain'd to watch in darknesse, raine, and cold.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, with scaling
<lb/>Ladders: Their Drummes beating a
<lb/>Dead March.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-tal">
<speaker rend="italic">Tal.</speaker>
<l n="608">Lord Regent, and redoubted<hi rend="italic">Burgundy</hi>,</l>
<l n="609">By whose approach, the Regions of<hi rend="italic">Artoys</hi>,</l>
<l n="610">
<hi rend="italic">Wallon</hi>, and<hi rend="italic">Picardy</hi>, are friends to vs:</l>
<l n="611">This happy night, the Frenchmen are secure,</l>
<l n="612">Hauing all day carows'd and banquetted,</l>
<l n="613">Embrace we then this opportunitie,</l>
<l n="614">As fitting best to quittance their deceite,</l>
<l n="615">Contriu'd by Art, and balefull Sorcerie.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bed">
<speaker rend="italic">Bed.</speaker>
<l n="616">Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame,</l>
<l n="617">Dispairing of his owne armes fortitude,</l>
<l n="618">To ioyne with Witches, and the helpe of Hell.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bur">
<speaker rend="italic">Bur.</speaker>
<l n="619">Traitors haue neuer other company.</l>
<l n="620">But what's that<hi rend="italic">Puzell</hi>whom they tearme so pure?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-tal">
<speaker rend="italic">Tal.</speaker>
<l n="621">A Maid, they say.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bed">
<speaker rend="italic">Bed.</speaker>
<l n="622">A Maid? And be so martiall?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bur">
<speaker rend="italic">Bur.</speaker>
<l n="623">Pray God she proue not masculine ere long:</l>
<l n="624">If vnderneath the Standard of the French</l>
<l n="625">She carry Armour, as she hath begun.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-tal">
<speaker rend="italic">Tal.</speaker>
<l n="626">Well, let them practise and conuerse with spirits.</l>
<l n="627">God is our Fortresse, in whose conquering name</l>
<l n="628">Let vs resolue to scale their flinty bulwarkes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bed">
<speaker rend="italic">Bed.</speaker>
<l n="629">Ascend braue<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>, we will follow thee.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-tal">
<speaker rend="italic">Tal.</speaker>
<l n="630">Not altogether: Better farre I guesse,</l>
<l n="631">That we do make our entrance seuerall wayes:</l>
<l n="632">That if it chance the one of vs do faile,</l>
<l n="633">The other yet may rise against their force.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bed">
<speaker rend="italic">Bed.</speaker>
<l n="634">Agreed; Ile to yond corner.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bur">
<speaker rend="italic">Bur.</speaker>
<l n="635">And I to this.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-tal">
<speaker rend="italic">Tal.</speaker>
<l n="636">And heere will<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>mount, or make his graue.</l>
<l n="637">Now<hi rend="italic">Salisbury</hi>, for thee and for the right</l>
<l n="638">Of English<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, shall this night appeare</l>
<l n="639">How much in duty, I am bound to both.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-sns">
<speaker rend="italic">Sent.</speaker>
<l n="640">Arme, arme, the enemy doth make assault.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="business">Cry, S. George, A Talbot.</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">The French leape ore the walles in their shirts. Enter
<lb/>seuerall wayes, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier,
<lb/>halfe ready, and halfe vnready.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-ale">
<speaker rend="italic">Alan.</speaker>
<l n="641">How now my Lords? what all vnreadie so?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-orl">
<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<l n="642">Vnready? I am glad we scap'd so well.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-rei">
<speaker rend="italic">Reig.</speaker>
<l n="643">'Twas time (I trow) to wake and leaue our beds,</l>
<l n="644">Hearing Alarums at our Chamber doores.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-ale">
<speaker rend="italic">Alan.</speaker>
<l n="645">Of all exploits since first I follow'd Armes,</l>
<l n="646">Nere heard I of a warlike enterprize</l>
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<l n="647">More venturous, or desperate then this.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-orl">
<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<l n="648">I thinke this<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>be a Fiend of Hell.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-rei">
<speaker rend="italic">Reig.</speaker>
<l n="649">If not of Hell, the Heauens sure fauour him.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-ale">
<speaker rend="italic">Alans.</speaker>
<l n="650">Here Commeth<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>, I maruell how he sped?</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic center" type="entrance">Enter Charles and Ioane.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-orl">
<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<l n="651">Tut, holy<hi rend="italic">Ioane</hi>was his defensiue Guard.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-cha">
<speaker rend="italic">Charl.</speaker>
<l n="652">Is this thy cunning, thou deceitfull Dame?</l>
<l n="653">Didst thou at first to flatter vs withall,</l>
<l n="654">Make vs partakers of a little gayne,</l>
<l n="655">That now our losse might be ten times so much?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-jlp">
<speaker rend="italic">Ioane.</speaker>
<l n="656">Wherefore is<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>impatient with his friend?</l>
<l n="657">At all times will you haue my Power alike?</l>
<l n="658">Sleeping or waking, must I still preuayle,</l>
<l n="659">Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?</l>
<l n="660">Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good,</l>
<l n="661">This sudden Mischiefe neuer could haue falne.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-cha">
<speaker rend="italic">Charl.</speaker>
<l n="662">Duke of Alanson, this was your default,</l>
<l n="663">That being Captaine of the Watch to Night,</l>
<l n="664">Did looke no better to that weightie Charge.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-ale">
<speaker rend="italic">Alans.</speaker>
<l n="665">Had all your Quarters been as safely kept,</l>
<l n="666">As that whereof I had the gouernment,</l>
<l n="667">We had not beene thus shamefully surpriz'd.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-orl">
<speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
<l n="668">Mine was secure.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-rei">
<speaker rend="italic">Reig.</speaker>
<l n="669">And so was mine, my Lord.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-cha">
<speaker rend="italic">Charl.</speaker>
<l n="670">And for my selfe, most part of all this Night</l>
<l n="671">Within her Quarter, and mine owne Precinct,</l>
<l n="672">I was imploy'd in passing to and fro,</l>
<l n="673">About relieuing of the Centinels.</l>
<l n="674">Then how, or which way, should they first breake in?</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-jlp">
<speaker rend="italic">Ioane.</speaker>
<l n="675">Question (my Lords) no further of the case,</l>
<l n="676">How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place,</l>
<l n="677">But weakely guarded, where the breach was made:</l>
<l n="678">And now there, rests no other shift but this,</l>
<l n="679">To gather our Souldiors, scatter'd and disperc't,</l>
<l n="680">And lay new Plat‑formes to endammage them.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
<stage rend="italic center" type="mixed">Alarum. Enter a Souldier, crying, a Talbot, a Talbot:
<lb/>they flye, leauing their Clothes behind.</stage>
<sp who="#F-1h6-sol">
<speaker rend="italic">Sould.</speaker>
<l n="681">Ile be so bold to take what they haue left:</l>
<l n="682">The Cry of<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>serues me for a Sword,</l>
<l n="683">For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles,</l>
<l n="684">Vsing no other Weapon but his Name.</l>
</sp>
<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exit.</stage>
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