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SCENE I.—The same.
Enter to the Gates, a French Sergeant, and Two Sentinels.
Serg. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant:
1 Sent. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit Sergeant. Thus are poor servitors (When others sleep upon their quiet beds,) Constrain’d to watch in darkness, rain, and cold. Enter Talbot, BedFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with
scaling Ladders; their Drums beating a dead march.
Tal. Lord regent,—and redoubted Burgundy,By whose approach, the regions of Artois, Walloon, and Picardy, are friends to us,This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, Having all day carous’d and banqueted : Embrace we then this opportunity; As fitting best to quittance their deceit, Contriv'd by art, and baleful sorcery. Bed. Coward of France !-how much he wrongs his
Bur. Traitors have never other company.-
Tal. A maid, they say.
Bur. Pray God, she prove not masculine ere long;
Tal. Well, let them practise and converse with spirits: God is our fortress ; in whose conquering name, Let us resolve to scale their finty bulwarks.
Bed. Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.
Tal. Not all together: better far, I guess,
Bed. Agreed; I'll to yon corner.
Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.--
[The English scale the Walls, crying St George! a
Talbot! and all enter by the Town.
The French leap over the Walls in their Shirts. Enter, several ways, BASTARD, ALENÇON, Reignier, half ready, and half unready. Alen. How now, my lords ? what, all unready so? Bast. Unready? ay, and glad we 'scap'd so well.
Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds, Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.
Alen. Of all exploits, since first I follow'd arms,
Bast. I think, this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
Enter Charles and La PUCELLE.
Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default;
Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept,
Bast. Mine was secure.
Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night,
Puc. Question, my lords, no further of the case, How, or which way; 'tis sure, they found some place But weakly guarded, where the breach was made. And now there rests no other shift but this,To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispers’d, And lay new platforms to endamage them.
Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying, a Talbot! a
Talbot! They fly, leaving their Clothes behind.
SCENE II.—Orleans. Within the Town.
Enter Talbot, Bedford, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and
A tomb, wherein his corps shall be interr’d:
Bed. "Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began,
Bur. Myself (as far as I could well discern,
Enter a Messenger. Mess. All hail, my 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,