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Reference: k5v - Histories, p. 102

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The first Part of Henry the Sixt. More venturous, or desperate then this. Bast. I thinke this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell. Reig. If not of Hell, the Heauens sure fauour him. Alans.
[650]
Here Commeth Charles, I maruell how he sped?
Enter Charles and Ioane. Bast. Tut, holy Ioane was his defensiue Guard. Charl. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitfull Dame? Didst thou at first to flatter vs withall, Make vs partakers of a little gayne,
[655]
That now our losse might be ten times so much?
Ioane. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? At all times will you haue my Power alike? Sleeping or waking, must I still preuayle, Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
[660]
Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good, This sudden Mischiefe neuer could haue falne.
Charl. Duke of Alanson, this was your default, That being Captaine of the Watch to Night, Did looke no better to that weightie Charge. Alans.
[665]
Had all your Quarters been as safely kept, As that whereof I had the gouernment, We had not beene thus shamefully surpriz'd.
Bast. Mine was secure. Reig. And so was mine, my Lord. Charl.
[670]
And for my selfe, most part of all this Night Within her Quarter, and mine owne Precinct, I was imploy'd in passing to and fro, About relieuing of the Centinels. Then how, or which way, should they first breake in?
Ioane.
[675]
Question (my Lords) no further of the case, How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place, But weakely guarded, where the breach was made: And now there, rests no other shift but this, To gather our Souldiors, scatter'd and disperc't,
[680]
And lay new Plat‑formes to endammage them.
Exeunt. Alarum. Enter a Souldier, crying, a Talbot, a Talbot: they flye, leauing their Clothes behind. Sould. Ile be so bold to take what they haue left: The Cry of Talbot serues me for a Sword, For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles, Vsing no other Weapon but his Name. Exit.
[Act 2, Scene 2] Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundie. Bedf.
[685]
The Day begins to breake, and Night is fled, Whose pitchy Mantle ouer‑vayl'd the Earth. Here sound Retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
Retreat. Talb. Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury, And here aduance it in the Market‑Place,
[690]
The middle Centure of this cursed Towne. Now haue I pay'd my Vow vnto his Soule: For euery drop of blood was drawne from him, There hath at least fiue Frenchmen dyed to night. And that hereafter Ages may behold
[695]
What ruine happened in reuenge of him, Within their chiefest Temple Ile erect A Tombe, wherein his Corps shall be interr'd: Vpon the which, that euery one may reade, Shall be engrau'd the sacke of Orleance,
[700]
The trecherous manner of his mournefull death, And what a terror he had beene to France. But Lords, in all our bloudy Massacre, I muse we met not with the Dolphins Grace,

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His new‑come Champion, vertuous Ioane of Acre,
[705]
Nor any of his false Confederates.
Bedf. 'Tis thought Lord Talbot, when the fight began, Rows'd on the sudden from their drowsie Beds, They did amongst the troupes of armed men, Leape o're the Walls for refuge in the field. Burg.
[710]
My selfe, as farre as I could well discerne, For smoake, and duskie vapours of the night, Am sure I scar'd the Dolphin and his Trull, When Arme in Arme they both came swiftly running, Like to a payre of louing Turtle‑Doues,
[715]
That could not liue asunder day or night. After that things are set in order here, Wee'le follow them with all the power we haue.
Enter a Messenger. Mess All hayle, my Lords: which of this Princely trayne Call ye the Warlike Talbot, for his Acts
[720]
So much applauded through the Realme of France ?
Talb. Here is the Talbot, who would speak with him ? Mess. The vertuous Lady, Countesse of Ouergne, With modestie admiring thy Renowne, By me entreats (great Lord) thou would'st vouchsafe
[725]
To visit her poore Castle where she lyes, That she may boast she hath beheld the man, Whose glory fills the World with lowd report.
Burg. Is it euen so? Nay, then I see our Warres Will turne vnto a peacefull Comick sport,
[730]
When Ladyes craue to be encountred with. You may not (my Lord) despise her gentle suit.
Talb. Ne're trust me then: for when a World of men Could not preuayle with all their Oratorie, Yec hath a Womans kindnesse ouer‑rul'd:
[735]
And therefore tell her, I returne great thankes, And in submission will attend on her. Will not your Honors beare me company?
Bedf. No, truly, 'tis more then manners will: And I haue heard it sayd, Vnbidden Guests
[740]
Are often welcommest when they are gone.
Talb. Well then, alone (since there's no remedie) I meane to proue this Ladyes courtesie. Come hither Captaine, you perceiue my minde. Whispers. Capt. I doe my Lord, and meane accordingly. Exeunt.
[Act 2, Scene 3] Enter Countesse. Count.
[745]
Porter, remember what I gaue in charge, And when you haue done so, bring the Keyes to me.
Port. Madame, I will. Exit. Count. The Plot is layd, if all things fall out right, I shall as famous be by this exploit,
[750]
As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus death. Great is the rumour of this dreadfull Knight, And his atchieuements of no lesse account: Faine would mine eyes be witnesse with mine eares, To giue their censure of these rare reports.
Enter Messenger and Talbot. Mess.
[755]
Madame, according as your Ladyship desir'd, By Message crau'd, so is Lord Talbot come.
Count. And he is welcome: what? is this the man? Mess. Madame, it is. Count. Is this the Scourge of France?
[760]
Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad? That with his Name the Mothers still their Babes? I see Report is fabulous and false. I

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

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      <l n="621">A Maid, they say.</l>
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      <l n="622">A Maid? And be so martiall?</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bur.</speaker>
      <l n="623">Pray God she proue not masculine ere long:</l>
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      <l n="625">She carry Armour, as she hath begun.</l>
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      <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>
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      <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>
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      <l n="634">Agreed; Ile to yond corner.</l>
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      <l n="635">And I to this.</l>
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      <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>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Sent.</speaker>
      <l n="640">Arme, arme, the enemy doth make assault.</l>
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      <l n="641">How now my Lords? what all vnreadie so?</l>
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      <l n="642">Vnready? I am glad we scap'd so well.</l>
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      <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>
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   <sp who="#F-1h6-ale">
      <speaker rend="italic">Alan.</speaker>
      <l n="645">Of all exploits since first I follow'd Armes,</l>
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      <l n="647">More venturous, or desperate then this.</l>
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      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="648">I thinke this<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>be a Fiend of Hell.</l>
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      <l n="649">If not of Hell, the Heauens sure fauour him.</l>
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      <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>
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      <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>
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      <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>
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   <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>
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   <sp who="#F-1h6-orl">
      <speaker rend="italic">Bast.</speaker>
      <l n="668">Mine was secure.</l>
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   <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>
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   <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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