But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,

I muse, 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,
Rous'd on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
They did, amongst the troops of armed men,
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 scar'd the Dauphin, and his trulĺ;
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 ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts

Call

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;1
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 into a peaceful comick 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 of men
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman's kindness over-rul'd:-
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:
And I have heard it said,-Unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone.

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where she lies;] i. e. where she dwells. Malane.

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.

SCENE III.

Auvergne. Court of the Castle.

Enter the Countess and her Porter.

Count. Porter, remember what I gave

in charge; And, when you have done so, bring the keys to me. Port. Madam, I will.

1

[Exit.

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

I shall as famous be by this exploit,

As Scythian Thomyris 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 of these rare reports.

Enter Messenger and TALBOT.

Mess. Madam,

According as your ladyship desir'd,

By message crav'd, so is lord Talbot come.

Count. And he is welcome. What! is this the man? Mess. Madam, it is.

Count.

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,

And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf:

It cannot be, this weak and writhled shrimp

2 their censure] i. e. their opinion. So, in King Richard III:

"And give your censures in this weighty business." Steevens. 3 That with his name the mothers still their babes?] Dryden has transplanted this idea into his Don Sebastian, King of Portugal: "Nor shall Sebastian's formidable name

"Be longer us'd, to lull the crying babe." Steevens.

Should strike such terror to his enemies.

Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you: But, since your ladyship is not at leisure,

I'll sort some other time to visit you.

Count. What means he now?-Go ask him, whither he goes.

Mess. Stay, my lord Talbot; for my lady craves
To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
Tal. Marry, for that she 's in a wrong belief,
I go to certify her, Talbot's here.

Re-enter Porter, with Keys.

Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
Tal. Prisoner! to whom?

Count.
To me, blood-thirsty lord;
And for that cause I train'd thee to my house.
Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
For in my gallery thy picture hangs:

But now the substance shall endure the like;
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
That hast by tyranny, these many years,

Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
And sent cur sons and husbands captivate.5
Tal. Ha, ha, ha!

Count. Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn

to moan.

Tal. I laugh to see your ladyship so fond,"

To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow,
Whereon to practise your severity.

ser

Count. Why, art not thou the man?

Tal.

Count. Then have I substance too.

I am, indeed.

4 — writhled —] i. e. wrinkled. The word is used by SpenSir Thomas Hanmer reads-wrizled, which has been fol

lowed in subsequent editions. Malone.

The instance from Spenser, is the following:

"Her writhled skin, as rough as maple rind."

Again, in Marston's fourth Satire:

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6

"Cold, writhled eld, his lives wet almost spent." Steevens. captivate.] So, in Soliman and Perseda:

If not destroy'd and bound, and captivate,

"If captivate, then forc'd from holy faith." Steevens.

so fond,] i. e. so foolish. So, in King Henry IV, P. II: “Fondly brought here, and foolishly sent hence." Steevens.

Tal. No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
You are deceiv'd, my substance is not here;
For what you see, is but the smallest part
And least proportion of humanity:

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.

Count. This is a riddling merchant for the nonce; & He will be here, and yet he is not here:

How can these contrarieties agree?

Tal. That will I show you presently. Lady

He winds a Horn. Drums heard; then a Peal of Ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Soldiers.

How say you, madam? are you now persuaded,
That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks;
Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
-And in a moment makes them desolate.

Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
I find, thou art no less than fame hath bruited,1
And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
For I am sorry, that with reverence

I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake

The outward composition of his body.

What you have done, hath not offended me:

No other satisfaction do I crave,

7 - I am but shadow of myself:] So, in King Henry VIII: "I am the shadow of poor Buckingham." Steevens.

This is a riddling merchant &c.] So, in Romeo and Juliet:
"What saucy merchant was this?"

See a note on this passage, Act II, sc. iv.

Steevens.

9 That will I show you presently.] The deficient foot in this line may properly be supplied, by reading:

That, madam, will I show you presently. Steevens.

bruited,] To bruit is to proclaim with noise, to announce loudly. So, in Macbeth:

" one of greatest note

"Seems bruited."

Steevens.

But only (with your patience) that we may
Taste of your wine, and see what cates you have;
For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.

Count. With all my heart; and think me honoured To feast so great a warrior in my house.

[Exeunt.

Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer."

Plan. Great lords, and gentlemen, what means this silence?

Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

Suf. Within the Temple hall we were too loud;
The garden here is more convenient.

Plan. Then say at once, If I maintain'd the truth;
Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error? 3
Suf. 'Faith, I have been a truant in the law;
And never yet could frame my will to it;

And, therefore, frame the law unto my will.

Som. Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then between

us.

War. Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch, Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth, Between two blades, which bears the better temper, Between two horses, which doth bear him best,4 Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye, I have, perhaps, some shallow spirit of judgment: But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.

2 and another Lawyer.] Read-a lawyer. This lawyer was probably Roger Nevyle, who was afterward hanged. See W. Wyrcester, p. 478.

Ritson.

3 Or, else, was wrangling Somerset in the error?] So all the editions. There is apparently a want of opposition between the two questions. I once read:

Or else was wrangling Somerset i' th' right? Johnson. Sir T. Hanmer would read:

4

bear him best,] i. e. regulate his motions most adroitly. So, in Romeo and Juliet:

"He bears him like a portly gentleman." Steevens.