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Bed. Agreed : I'll to yond corner.
And I to this. Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make
Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
assault! [Cry: ‘St. George,' 'A Talbot.'
The French leap over the walls in their shirts.
Enter, several ways, the BASTARD of Orleans,
ready so? Bast. Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so
well. Reig. 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave
Alen. Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
Bast. I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
him. Alen. Here cometh Charles : I marvel how
Bast. Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE. Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? 38. ready unready, dressed . . . undressed. 48. sped, came off, escapęd.
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default,
Bast. Mine was secure.
And so was mine, my lord.
break in ?
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 dispersed, And lay new platforms to endamage them. 75. rests, remains.
77. platforms, plots.
Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A
Talbot / a Talbot /' They fly, leaving their
clothes behind. Sold. I'll be so bold to take what they have
left. The cry
of Talbot serves me for a sword; For I have loaden me with many spoils, Using no other weapon but his name. [Exit.
Within the town.
Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain,
I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
of his false confederates. Bed. 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight
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, With modesty admiring thy renown, By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe 4c To visit her poor castle where she lies, That she may boast she hath beheld the man Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
Bur. Is it even so ? Nay, then, I see our wars Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport, When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
Tal. Ne'er trust me then; for when a world
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Bed. No, truly ; it is more than manners will :
Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
Capt. I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
SCENE III. Auvergne. The Countess's castle.
Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter. Count. Porter, remember what I
in charge; And when you have done so, bring the keys
to me. Port. Madam, I will.
[Exit. Count. The plot is laid : if all things fall out
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