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Wounds will I lend the French, inftead of Eyes,
Enter to them another Meffenger.
2 Melf. Lords, view thefe Letters, full of bad Mifchance, France is revolted from the English quite, Except fome petty Towns of no import. The Dauphin, Charles is crowned King in Rhen The Baftard of Orleans with him is join'd; Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth his Part, The Duke of Alenfon flieth to his fide.
Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all fly to him? O, whither fhall we fly from this Reproach?
Glo. We will not fly, but to our Enemies Throats. Bedford, if thou be flack, I'll fight it out.
Bed. Glofter, why doubt'ft thou of my forwardness ? An Army ave I mufter'd in my Thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.
Enter a Third Meffenger.
3 Meff. My Gracious Lords, to add to your Laments Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's Hear fe, I must inform you of a difmal Fight Betwixt the ftout Lord Talbot and the French.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame, is't fo? 3 Me. 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 Siege 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 leifure had he to enrank his Men. He wanted Pikes to fet before his Archers; Inftead whereof, fharp Stakes pluckt out of Hedges They pitched in the Ground confufedly, 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 Sword and Lance. Hundreds he fent to Hell, and none durft ftand him: Here, there, and every where enrag'd he flew.
The French exclaim'd, the Devil was in Arms,
Bed. Is Talbot flain then? I will flay my self,
3 Meff. O no, he lives, but is took Prisoner, And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford; Most of the reft slaughter'd, or took likewife.
Bed. His Ranfom there is none but I fhall pay.
3 Meff. So you had need, for Orleans is befieg'd,
Exe. Remember, Lords, your Oaths to Henry fworn:
Bed. I do remember it, and here take leave,
Glo. I'll to the Tower with all the hafte I can,
Exe. To Eltam will I, where the young King is,
Win. Each hath his Place and Function to attend:
Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the Heav'ns, So in the Earth, to this Day is not known. Late did he shine upon the English fide: Now we are Victors, upon us he smiles. What Towns of any moment, but we have? At pleasure here we lye, near Orleans: Otherwhiles, the famith'd English, like pale Ghofts, Faintly befiege us one Hour in a Month.
Alen. They want their Porredge, and their fat Bull-Beeves. Either they must be dieted like Mules, And have their Provender ty'd to their Mouths, Or piteous they will look like drowned Mice. Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear: Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury, And he may well in fretting spend his Gall, Nor Men, nor Mony hath he to make War.
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,
Enter Charles, Alenfon, and Reignier.
Char. Who ever faw the like? What Men have 1 ? Dogs, Cowards, Daftards: I would ne'er have fed, But that they left me 'midst my Enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a defperate Homicide,
Alen. Froyfard, a Countryman of ours, records,'
For they are hair-brain'd Slaves,
And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Alen. Be it fo.
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 Succour is at hand: A holy Maid hither with me I bring, Which by a Vifion fent to her from Heav'n, Ordained is to raise this tedious Siege,
And drive the English forth the bounds of France:
Speak, fhall I call her in? Believe my Words,
Dáu. Go, call her in; but firft, to try lier Skill,
Reig. Fair Maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous Feats?
Stand back, you Lords, and give us leave a while.
Dau. Thou haft aftonifh'd me with thy high terms: