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3 Meff. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown. The circumftance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of Auguft laft, this dreadful lord Retiring from the fiege of Orleans, Having fcarce full fix thousand in his troop, By three and twenty thousand of the French Was round encompaffed and fet upon. No leisure had he to enrank his men ; He wanted pikes to fet before his archers; Inftead whereof, fharp ftakes, pluckt out of hedges, They pitched in the ground confusedly; To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. More than three hours the fight continued; Where valiant Talbot above human thought Enacted wonders with his fword and lance. Hundreds he fent to hell, and none durst stand him ;Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he flew, The French exclaim'd, "The devil was in arms! All the whole army food agaz'd on him. His foldiers, fpying his undaunted fpirit, A Talbot! Talbot! cried out amain, And rufh'd into the bowels of the battle, Here had the Conqueft fully been feal'd up, If Sir John Faftolfe had not play'd the coward; (3) He being in the vaward, (plac'd behind, With purpofe to relieve and follow them) Cowardly fled, not having ftruck one ftroak. Hence grew the gen'ral wreck and maffacre; Enclosed were they with their enemies.
A bafe Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
(3) If Sir John Falstaffe] Mr. Pope has taken Notice, in a Note upon the third Act of this Play, "That Falstaff is here introduc'd again, who was dead in Henry V; the Occafion whereof is, that this Play was written before Henry IV, or "Henry V." This seems to me but an idle piece of Criticism. It is the Historical Sir John Faßolfe, (for fo he is call'd by both our Chroniclers) that is here mention'd; who was a LieutenantGeneral in the Wars with France, Deputy Regent to the Duke of Bedford in Normandy, and a Knight of the Garter: and not the Comic Character afterwards introduced by our Author; and which was a Creature merely of his own Brain...
Thruft Talbot with a fpear into the back;
Bed. Is Talbot flain then? I will flay my felf,
3 Meff. O no, he lives, but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford; Moft of the reft flaughter'd, or took likewife.
Bed. His ranfom there is none but I fhall pay. I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne, His Crown fhall be the ransom of my friend: Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours. Farewel, my mafters, to my task will I; Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, To keep our great St. George's feaft withal. Ten thoufand foldiers with me I will take, Whofe bloody deeds fhall make all Europe quake. 3 Me. So you had need, for Orleans is befieg'd;" The English army is grown weak and faint: The Earl of Salisbury craveth fupply,
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny;
-Since they fo few watch fuch a multitude.
Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry fworn: Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
Or bring him in obedience to your yoak.
Bed. I do remember it, and here take leave,
To go about my preparation.
Glou. I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
To view th' artillery and ammunition;
And then I will proclaim young Henry King.
Exe. To Eltam will I, where the young King is, Being ordain'd his fpecial governor
And for his fafety there I'll beft devise.
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend :
I am left out for me nothing remains:
SCENE, before Orleans in France. Enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier, marching with a drum and Soldiers.
ARS his true moving, ev'n as in the
Char. M heav'ns,
So in the earth to this day is not known.
Tho' ftill the famifh'd English, like pale ghofts,
Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat Bull-
Either they must be dieted, like mules,
And have their provender ty'd to their mouths;
Reig. Let's raife the fiege: why live we idly here?
Char. Sound, found alarum: we will rush on them Now for the honour of the forlorn French : Him I forgive my death, that killeth me; When he fees me go back one foot, or fly.
[Here alarm, they are beaten back by the English with great lofs.
Re-enter Charles, Alanfon, and Reignier.
Char. Who ever faw the like? what men have I Dogs, cowards, daftards I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
Reig, Salisbury is a defp'rate homicide,
He fighteth as one weary of his life,
Alan. Froyfard, a countryman of ours, records,,
England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
During the time Edward the Third did reign
It fendeth forth to skirmish; one to ten!
Lean raw-bon'd rafcals! who would e'er fuppofe,.
Char. Let's leave this town, for they are hair-braind flaves,
And hunger will enforce them be more eager:
Enter the Baftard of Orleans.
Baft.Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him. Dau. Baftard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. Baft. Methinks, your looks are fad, your chear appal'd. Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? Be not dismay'd, for fuccour is at hand :
A holy maid hither with me I bring,
Which by a vifion, fent to her from heav'n,
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
Dau. Go call her in; but first, to try her skill,
Reig Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wond'rous:
Pucel. Reignier, is't thou that thinkeft to beguile me?
Where is the Dauphin? come, come from behind,
Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
Heav'n, and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd
Dau. Thou haft aftonifh'd me with thy high terms
In fingle combat thou' fhalt buckle with me;
Pucel. I am prepar'd; here is my keen-edg'd fword,
Dau. Then come o' God's name, for I fear no woman.. Pucel. And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. Here they fight, and Joan la Pucelle overcomes. Dau. Stay, ftay thy hands, thou art an Amazon ; And fighteft with the fword of Debora..