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King Henry VI, Part 1: Act 2 Scene 3
Scene III Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.
- [Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter]
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
- And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
- PORTER
- Madam, I will.
- [Exit]
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
- I shall as famous be by this exploit
- As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
- Great is the rumor 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]
- MESSENGER
- Madam,
- According as your ladyship desired,
- By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
- MESSENGER
- Madam, it is.
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- 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 aspect,
- And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
- Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
- It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
- Should strike such terror to his enemies.
- TALBOT
- 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.
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
- MESSENGER
- Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
- To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
- TALBOT
- Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
- I go to certify her Talbot's here.
- [Re-enter Porter with keys]
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
- TALBOT
- Prisoner! to whom?
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- To me, blood-thirsty lord;
- And for that cause I trained 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 our sons and husbands captivate.
- TALBOT
- Ha, ha, ha!
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
- TALBOT
- I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
- To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
- Whereon to practise your severity.
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- Why, art not thou the man?
- TALBOT
- I am indeed.
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- Then have I substance too.
- TALBOT
- No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
- You are deceived, 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't.
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
- He will be here, and yet he is not here:
- How can these contrarieties agree?
- TALBOT
- That will I show you presently.
- [Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of
- ordnance. 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.
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
- I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
- 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.
- TALBOT
- 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;
- Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
- 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.
- COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE
- With all my heart, and think me honoured
- To feast so great a warrior in my house.
- [Exeunt]
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