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He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered.
in blood ?
Win. He was a king blessed of the King of kings.
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh;
(1) There was a notion long prevalent, that life might be taken away by metrical charms.
When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck;
Enter a Messenger.
Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's Speak softly: or the loss of those great towns Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death.
Glo. Is Paris lost? is Roüen yielded up? If Henry were recall'd to life again, These news would cause him once more yield the
ghost. Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was
us'd? Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. Among the soldiers this is muttered, That here you maintain several factions ; And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, You are disputing of your generals. One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost; Another would fly swift but wanteth wings; A third man thinks, without expense at all, By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. Awake, awake, English nobility? Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot: Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms; of England's coat one half is cut away.
(1) Nurse was anciently so spelt.
Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides.!
Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France :Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France.Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, To weep their intermissive miseries.2
Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad
mischance, France is revolted from the English quite; Except some petty towns of no import : The dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; The bastard of Orleans with him is join’d; Reigneir, duke of Anjou, doth take his part; The duke of Alençon flieth to his side.
Ere. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
Glo. We will not fly. but to our enemies' throats : Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out. Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of
forwardness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.
Enter a third Messenger. 3 Mess. My gracious lords,—to add to your
laments, Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse, I must inform
of a dismal fight, Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so? 3 Mess. O, no; wherein lord Talbot was o'er
thrown: The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
(1) Her, i. e. England's.
(2) i. e. Their miseries which have had only a short intermission.
The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,
out of hedges,
soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit, A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain, And rush'd into the bowels of the battle. Here had the conquest fully been seald up, If sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward; He being in the vaward (plac'd behind, With purpose to relieve and follow them,) Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. Hence grew the general wreck and massacre; Enclosed were they with their enemies : A base Walloon, to win the dauphin's grace, Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back; Whom all France, with their chief assembled
strength, Durst not presume to look once in the face.
Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself, For living idly here, in pomp and ease, Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid, Unto his dastard foe-men is betray'd.
3 Mess. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford : Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took, likewise. Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
I'll hale the dauphin headlong from his throne,
you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd;
sworn; Either to quell the dauphin utterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave, To go about my preparation.
[Exit. Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can, To view the artillery and munition ; And then I will proclaim young Henry king. (Ex.
Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, Being ordain'd his special governor ; And for his safety there I'll best devise. [Exit.
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend : I am left out; for me nothing remains. But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office; The king from Eltham I intend to send, And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
[Erit. Scene closes. SCENE II.-France. Before Orleans. Enter
Charles, with his forces; Alençon, Reignier,