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Here found retreat, and cease our hot purfuit. [Retreat.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
And here advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre of this curfed town.
Now have I paid my vow unto his foul;
For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
There have at leaft five Frenchmen dy'd to-night.
And that hereafter ages may behold
What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
Within their chiefeft temple I'll erect

A tomb, wherein his corpfe fhall be interr'd:
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be ingrav'd the fack of Orleans;

The treacherous manner of his mournful death,
And what a terror he had been to France.
But, Lords, in all our bloody maffacre,

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

Bed.'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
Rous'd on the fudden from their drowfy beds,
They did amongst the troops of armed men
Leap o'er the walls, for refuge in the field.

Bur. My felf, as far as I cou'd well difcern For fmoak and dufky vapours of the night, Am fure I fear'd the Dauphin and his trull; When, arm in arm, they both came fwiftly running, Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves,

That cou'd not live afunder day or night.

After that things are fet in order here,

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

Enter a Meffenger.

Meff. 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 fpeak with him? Meff. The virtuous Lady, Countefs of Auvergne, With modefty admiring thy renown,

By me intreats, great Lord, thou would'ft vouchsafe To vifit her poor caftle where the lies;

That he may boaft the hath beheld the man

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Whofe glory fills the world with loud report.
Bur. Is it even fo? nay, then, I fee our wars
Will turn into a peaceful comic sport,

When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
You can't, my Lord, detpife her gentle fuit.
Tal. Ne'er truft me then; for when a world of men
Cou'd 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 fubmiffion will attend on her.

Will not your honours bear me company?

Bed. No, truly; that is more than manners will: And I have heard it said, unbidden guests Are often welcomeft when they are gone.

Tal. Well then, alone, fince there is no remedy, I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

Come hither, Captain; you perceive my mind. [Whispers. Capt. I do, my Lord, and mean accordingly. [Exeunt. SCENE IV. The Countess of Auvergne's cafile. Enter the Countefs, and her Porter.

Count. Porter, remember what I gave in charge; And when you've done fo, bring the keys to me. Port. Madam, I will.

[Exit.

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

I fhall as famous be by this exploit,

As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.

Great is the rumour* of this dreadful knight,

And his at hievements of no lefs account:

Fain would mine eyes be witnefs with mine ears,
To give their cenfure † of these rare reports.
Enter Meffenger, and Talbot.

Mef. Madam, according as your Ladyfhip

By meffage crav'd, fo is Lord Talbot come.

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

Count. Is this the fcourge of France?

Is this the Talbot fo much fear'd abroad,

That with his name the mothers ftill their babes?

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I fee report is fabulous and false.

I thought I fhould have seen fome Hercules;
A fecond Hector, for his grim aspect,

A large proportion of his strong knit limbs.
Alas! this is a child, a filly dwarf:

It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
Should ftrike fuch terror in his enemies.

Tal. Madam, I have been bold to trouble you:
But fince your Ladyship is not at leisure,
I'll fort fome other time to visit you.

[goes.

Count. What means he now? Go afk him, whither be
Mef. Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my Lady craves

To know the caufe of your abrupt departure.
Tal. Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
I go to certify her Talbot's here.

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Enter Porter with keys.

Count. If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
Tal. Pris'ner! to whom?

Count. To me, blood-thirfty Lord:

And for that cause I train'd thee to my house.
Long time thy fhadow hath been thrall to me,
For in my gallery thy picture hangs:

But now the fubftance fhall endure the like,
And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
That haft by tyranny these many years
Wafted our country, flain our citizens,
And fent our fons and husbands captivate.
Tal. Ha, ha, ha.

[to moan,

Count. Laugheft thou, wretch? thy mirth fhall turn Tal. I laugh to fee your Ladyfhip fo fond,

To think that you have aught but Talbot's fhadow Whereon to practife your feverity.

Count. Why? art not thou the man?

Tal. I am, indeed.

Count. Then have I fubftance too.

Tal. No, no; I am but fhadow of my felf:

You are deceiv'd, my fubftance is not here;
For what you fee, is but the fmallest part
And leaft proportion of humanity.

I tell you, Madam, were the whole frame here,
It is of fuch a fpacious lofty pitch,

Your

Your roof were not fufficient to contain it.

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

How can thefe contrarieties agree?

Tal. That will I fhew you presently.

Winds his horn; drums ftrike up; a peal of ordnance.

Enter Soldiers.

How fay you, Madam? are you now perfuaded,
That Talbot is but thadow of himself?

Thefe are his fubftance, finews, arms, and ftrength,
With which he yoketh your rebellious necks;
Rafeth your cities, and fubverts your towns;
And in a moment makes them defolate.

Count. Victorious Talbot, pardon my abufe;
I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,
And more than may be gather'd by thy fhape.
Let my prefumption not provoke thy wrath;
For I am forry, that with reverence

I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Tal. Be not difmay'd, fair Lady; nor mifconftrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake

The outward compofition of his body.

What you have done, hath not offended me:
Nor other fatisfaction do I crave,

But only with your patience that we may

Tafte of your wine, and fee what cates you have; For foldiers' ftomachs always ferve them well.

Count. With all my heart, and think me honoured

To feaft fo great a warrior in my house.

[Exeunt.

SCENE V. Changes to London in the Temple-garden. Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset, Suffolk, Vernon, and others.

Plan. Great Lords and Gentlemen, what means this Dare no man anfwer in a cafe of truth? [filence? Suf. Within the Temple-hall we were too loud, The garden here is more convenient.

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

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Som. Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then between
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 horfes, which doth bear him beft,
Between two girls, which hath the merrieft eye,
I have, perhaps, fome fhallow fpirit of judgment:
But in thefe nice fharp quillets of the law,
Good faith I am no wifer than a daw.

Plan. Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance;
The truth appears so naked on my fide,
That any purblind eye may find it out.

Som. And on my fide it is fo well apparell'd,

So clear, fo fhining, and fo evident,

That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
Plan. Since you are tongue-ty'd, and fo loth to speak,
In dumb fignificants proclaim your thoughts:
Let him that is a true-born gentleman,

And ftands upon the honour of his birth,
If he fuppofe that I have pleaded truth,

From off this briar pluck a white rofe with me

Som. Let him that is no coward, and no flatterer,

But dare maintain the party of the truth,
Pluck a red rofe from off this thorn with me.

War. I love no colours; and without all colour
Of bafe infinuating flattery,

I pluck this white refe with Plantagenet.

Suf. I pluck this red rofe with young Somerset, And fay, withal, I think he held the right.

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Ver. Stay, Lords and Gentlemen, and pluck no more, 'Till you conclude, that he upon whose side

This is given as the original of the two badges of the bouse of York and Lancafter; whether truly or not, is no great matter. But the proverbial expreffion of faying a thing under the rofe, I am perfuaded came from thence. When the nation had ranged itself into two great factions, under the white and red rofe, and were perpetually plotting and counterplotting against one another, then when a matter of faction was communicated by either party to his friend in the fame quarrel, it was natural for him to add, that he faid it under the rofe, meaning, that as it concern'd the faction, it was religiously to be kept fecret. Mr. War burton.

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