That we do make our entrance several ways;
That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
The other yet may rise against their force.

Bed. Agreed: I'll to yond corner.
Bur.

I to this.

Tal. And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.

Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
Of English Henry, shall this night appear

How much in duty I am bound to both.

[The English scale the walls, crying Saint George ! a Talbot! and all enter the town.

Sent. Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault !

The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the Bastard of Orleans, ALENÇON, and Reignier, half ready and half unready.

Alen. How now, my lords! what, all unready 5 so?
Bast. Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped 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,

Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise

More venturous or desperate than this.

Bast. I think this Talbot be a fiend of Hell.

Reig. If not of Hell, the Heavens, sure, favour him.
Alen. Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
Bast. Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.

Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE.

Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?

Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,

Unready is undressed. So in Chapman's Monsieur D'Olive, 1606: "You are not going to bed; I see you are not yet unready." And in Cotgrave: "Deshabiller, to unclothe, make unready, put or take off clothes."

Make us partakers of a little gain,

That now our loss might be ten times so much?

Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping or waking, must I still prevail,

Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
Char. Duke of Alençon, this was your default,
That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.

Alen. Had all your quarters been as safely kept
As that whereof I had the government,

We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
Bast. Mine was secure.

Reig.

And so was mine, my lord.

Char. And, for myself, most part of all this night, Within her quarter and mine own precinct

I was employ'd in passing to and fro,

About relieving of the sentinels:

Then how or which way should they first break in?
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 dispersed,
And lay new platforms to endamage them.

Alarums. 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.

6 Platforms for plans or schemes. So the plot of a play was formerly called the platform. Sometimes applied to systems of theology; as, “the Geneva platform," and "the Saybrook platform."

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, and others.

Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the Earth.
Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.

[Retreat sounded.

Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
And here advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre of this cursed town.
Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;

For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.
And, that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,

Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,
The treacherous manner of his mournful death,
And what a terror he had been to France.
But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,

I muse1 we met not with the Dauphin's Grace,
His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
Nor any of his false confederates.

Bed. 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,

Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,

They did, amongst the troops of armèd men,

1 To muse, in one of its old senses, is to wonder or marvel.

Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

Bur. Myself - as far as I could well discern
For smoke and dusky vapours of the night

Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,

Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,

That could not live asunder day or night.

After that things are set in order here,

We'll follow them with all the power we have.

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

To visit her poor castle where she lies,2

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 mayn't, my lord, despise her gentle suit.

Tal. Ne'er trust me, then; for when a world of men Could not prevail with all their oratory, Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled: And therefore tell her I return great thanks, And in submission will attend on her. Will not your Honours bear me company? Bed. No, truly; it is more than manners will:

2" Where she lies" is where she dwells.

And I have heard it said, unbidden guests

Are often welcomest when they are gone.

Tal. Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,

I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

Come hither, captain. [Whispers.] You perceive my mind? Capt. I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.

[Exeunt.

Court of the Castle.

Enter the Countess and her Porter.

Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge;

And, when you've done so, bring the keys to me.

Port. Madam, I will.

Count. The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,

I shall as famous be by this exploit

As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.

Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,

And his achievements of no less account :

Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,

To give their censure 1 of these rare reports.

Enter Messenger and TALBOT.

Mess. Madam,

According as your ladyship desired,

By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.

Count. And he is welcome.

Mess. Madam, it is.

Count.

[Exit.

What is this the man?

Is this the scourge of France?

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 thought I should have seen some Hercules,

A second Hector, for his grim aspéct

1 Censure is judgment or opinion. A very frequent usage.