Bed.
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.

Tal.
Bring forth the body of old Salisbury;
And here advance it in the market-place,
The middle centre ^note of this cursed town.—
Now have I pay'd my vow unto his soul;

For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
There hath at least five Frenchmen dy'd to-night.
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 corps shall be interr'd:
Upon the which, that every one may read,
Shall be engrav'd 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 ^note;
Nor any of his false confederates.

Bed.
'Tis thought, lord Talbot, when the fight began,
Rouz'd on the sudden from their drowzy beds,
They did, amongst the troops of armed men,
Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

Bur.
Myself (as far as I could well discern,
For smoke, and dusky vapours of the night)
Am sure, I scar'd 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.

Mes.
All hail, my lords! which of this ^note 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 speak with him?

Mes.
The virtuous lady, countess of Auvergne,

With modesty admiring thy renown,
By me entreats, great lord, thou would'st 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.

Bur.
Is it even so? Nay, then, I see, our wars
Will turn unto ^note a peaceful comic sport,
When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.—
You may not, lord ^note, despise her gentle suit.

Tal.
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-rul'd:—
And therefore tell her, I return great thanks;
And in submission will attend on her. [Exit Mes.
Will not your honours bear me company?

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

Tal.
Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
I mean to prove this lady's courtesy!—
Come, hither, captain; [whispers him.] You perceive my mind.

Cap.
I do, my lord; and mean accordingly. [Exeunt.

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