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These tidings would call forth a her flowing tides.
Bed. Me they concern, Regent I am of France; Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France. Away with these disgraceful, wailing robes; Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, To weep
their intermislive miseries.
Enter to them another Messenger. 2 Mel. Lords, view these letters, full of bad mifFrance is revolted from the English quite, [chance. Except some petty towns of no import. The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims, The bastard Orleans with him is join'd: Reignier Duke of Anjou s'takes his
part, The Duke of Alanson fies to his side.
[Exit. Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all fly to him? O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies throats. Bedford, if thou bė Nack, I'll fight it out.
Bed. Gloʻster, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness ? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.
Enter a third Messenger. 3 Mel. My gracious Lords, to add to your laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse, I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
3 Mel. O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'er-thrown. The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
The (a) England's.
Pope 5 doth take
The tenth of August last, this dreadful Lord
Bed. Is Talbot Nain then? I will nay my self,
And (a) See the note on the fifth Scene of Al 3. 6 vaward
And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford;
Exe. Remember, Lords, your oaths to Henry sworn:
Bed. I do remember it, and here take leave, To go about my preparation.
[Exit Bedford. 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.
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend:
7 for Orleans is
SCENE V. Before ORLEANS in FRANCE. Enter Dauphing. Alanson, and Reignier, marching with
a drum and Soldiers,
So in the earth to this day is not known,
Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat Ball-beevesz.
Dau. 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 sees me go back one foot 'to fly. [Exeunt.
[Here alarum, they are beaten back by the English, with
Enter Dauphin, Alanson, and Reignier. Dau, Who ever saw 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 desp'rate homicide, He fighteth as one weary of his life:
Two other Lords, like Lions wanting food,
Ala. Froysard a countryman of ours records,
Dau. Let's leave this town, for they are hair-brain'd Naves,
Reig. I think by some odd gimmals or device
Enter the Bastard of Orleans.
Baft. Methinks your looks are fad, your chear appald. Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? Be not dismay’d, for succour is at hand: A holy maid hither with me I bring, Which by a vision sent to her from heav'n Ordained is to raise this tedious siege, And drive the English forth the bounds of France. The spirit of deep prophesie she hath,
Exceeding (a) Oliver and Rowland were two of the most famous Worthies in the lif of the twelve Peers of Charlemagne, and their exploits are celebrated by the old Romantick Writers to that height of ridiculous extravagance, and so equally, that it is hard to say from those accounts which of the two was the most wonderful Hero: and from thence arose the old English saying of a Rowland for your Oliver to fignife, the being even with one in a tale, or the matching one extraordinary thing with another.
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