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King Henry VI, Part 1: Act 2 Scene 2
Scene II Orleans. Within the town.
- [Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others]
- The day begins to break, and night is fled,
- Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
- Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
- [Retreat sounded]
- Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
- And here advance it in the market-place,
- The middle centre of this cursed town.
- Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
- For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
- There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.
- And that hereafter ages may behold
- What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
- Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
- A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
- Upon the which, that every one may read,
- Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,
- The treacherous manner of his mournful death
- And what a terror he had been to France.
- 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.
- 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
- Roused 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.
- Myself, as far as I could well discern
- For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,
- Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
- 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]
- 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?
- Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?
- 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,
- That she may boast she hath beheld the man
- Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
- Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
- Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
- When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
- You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
- 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-ruled:
- And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
- And in submission will attend on her.
- Will not your honours bear me company?
- No, truly; it is more than manners will:
- And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
- Are often welcomest when they are gone.
- Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
- I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
- Come hither, captain.
- You perceive my mind?
- I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.