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These tidings would call forth a her flowing tides.
Enter to them another Messenger.
2 Melf. Lords, view thefe letters, full of bad mifFrance is revolted from the English quite,
Except fome petty towns of no import.
The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims,
Reignier Duke of Anjou 'takes his
part, The Duke of Alanfon flies to his fide.
Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all fly to him? O, whither fhall we fly from this reproach?
Glou. 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 have I mufter'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.
Enter a third Messenger.
3 Melf. 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 ftout Lord Talbot and the French.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't fo?
3 Meff. O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'er-thrown.
The circumftance I'll tell you more at large.
5 doth take
The tenth of Auguft laft, this dreadful Lord
Having fcarce full fix thousand in his troop,
To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
A bafe Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
Bed. Is Talbot flain then? I will flay my self,
3 Meff. O, no, he lives, but is took prifoner,
(a) See the note on the fifth Scene of A& 3. 6 vaward
And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford;
Bed. His ranfom there is none but I fhall
3 Melf. So you had need; 7 "fore Orleans 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 hafte I can,
To view th' artillery and ammunition,
And then I will proclaim young Henry King.
Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young King is,
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend:
Being ordain'd his special governor,
And for his fafety there I'll beft devife.
I am left out; for me nothing remains:
But long I will not be thus out of office:
The king from Eltham I intend to fend,
7 for Orleans is
Before ORLEANS in FRANCE.
Enter Dauphin, Alanfon, and Reignier,, marching with a drum and Soldiers..
ARS his true moving, ev'n as in the heav'ns
So in the earth to this day is not known.
Late did he fhine upon the English side:
Tho' ftill the famifh'd English like pale ghosts
Alan. They want their porridge, and their fat Bull-beeves;
Either, they must be dieted like mules
And have their provender ty'd to their mouths,
Dau. Sound, found alarum: we will rush on them:
Him I forgive my death that killeth me,
When he fees me go back one foot to fly.
[Here alarum, they are beaten back by the English, with great loss.
Enter Dauphin, Alanson, and Reignier.
Dau. Who ever faw the like? what men have I? Dogs, cowards, daftards! I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midft my enemies.
Reig. Salisbury is a defp'rate homicide,
He fighteth as one weary of his life:
Two other Lords, like Lions wanting food,
Ala. Froyfard a countryman of ours records,
For none but Sampfons and 'Goliahs now`
Dau. Let's leave this town, for they are hair-brain'd flaves, And hunger will enforce them be more eager:
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
The walls they'll tear down, than forfake the fiege.
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 difmay'd, for fuccour is at hand:
A holy maid hither with me I bring,
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
(a) Oliver and Rowland were two of the most famous Worthies in the lift of the twelve Peers of Charlemagne, and their exploits are celebrated by the old Romantick Writers to that height of ridiculous extravagance, and fo equally, that it is hard to fay from those accounts which of the two was the most wonderful Hero: and from thence arofe the old English faying of a Rowland for your Oliver to fignifie, the being even with one in a tale, or the matching one extraordinary thing with another. Warburton.
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