Sirrah, thou know'st how Orléans is besieged,

1.4.2466And how the English have the suburbs won.

Father I know, and oft have shot at them;

1.4.4468Howe'er, unfortunate, I missed my aim.

But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me.

1.4.6470Chief Master Gunner am I of this town;

1.4.7471Something I must do to procure me grace.

1.4.8472The Prince's espials have informèd me,

1.4.9473How the English, in the suburbs close entrenched,

1.4.10474Went, through a secret grate of iron bars

1.4.11475In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,

1.4.12476And thence discover how with most advantage

1.4.13477They may vex us with shot or with assault.

1.4.14478To intercept this inconvenience,

1.4.15479A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed,

1.4.16480And even these three days have I watched,

1.4.17481If I could see them.

1.4.18482Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.

1.4.19483If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word,

1.4.20484And thou shalt find me at the governor's.

Father, I warrant you, take you no care,

1.4.22486I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Talbot, my life, my joy, again returned?

1.4.24490How wert thou handled, being prisoner?

1.4.25491Or by what means got'st thou to be released?

1.4.26492Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.

The Earl of Bedford had a prisoner,

1.4.28494Called the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles,

1.4.29495For him was I exchanged, and ransomèd.

1.4.30496But with a baser man of arms by far

1.4.31497Once in contempt they would have bartered me;

1.4.32498Which I disdaining, scorned, and cravèd death

1.4.33499Rather than I would be so pilled esteemed.

1.4.34500In fine, redeemed I was as I desired.

1.4.35501But O, the treacherous Falstaff wounds my heart,

1.4.36502Whom with my bare fists I would execute

1.4.37503If I now had him brought into my power.

Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert 505entertained.

With scoffs and scorns, and contumelious taunts,

1.4.40507In open marketplace produced they me,

1.4.41508To be a public spectacle to all.

1.4.42509"Here", said they, "is the terror of the French,

1.4.43510The scarecrow that affrights our children so."

1.4.44511Then broke I from the officers that led me,

1.4.45512And with my nails digged stones out of the ground

1.4.46513To hurl at the beholders of my shame.

1.4.47514My grisly countenance made others fly.

1.4.48515None durst come near, for fear of sudden death.

1.4.49516In iron walls they deemed me not secure:

1.4.50517So great fear of my name 'mongst them were spread

1.4.51518That they supposed I could rend bars of steel

1.4.52519And spurn in pieces posts of adamant.

1.4.53520Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had

1.4.54521That walked about me every minute while;

1.4.55522And if I did but stir out of my bed,

1.4.56523Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

I grieve to hear what torments you endured.

1.4.58526But we will be revenged sufficiently.

1.4.59527Now it is suppertime in Orléans.

1.4.60528Here, through this grate, I count each one,

1.4.61529And view the Frenchmen how they fortify.

1.4.62530Let us look in: the sight will much delight thee.

1.4.63531Sir Thomas Gargrave and Sir William Glansdale,

1.4.64532Let me have your express opinions

1.4.65533Where is best place to make our batt'ry next?

I think at the north gate, for there stands 535Loup.

And I here, at the bulwark of the 537Bridge.

For aught I see, this city must be famished,

1.4.69539Or with light skirmishes enfeeblèd.

O Lord have mercy on us, wretched sinners.

O Lord have mercy on me, woeful man.

What chance is this that suddenly hath crossed us?

1.4.73544Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst, speak:

1.4.74545How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men?

1.4.75546One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off?

1.4.76547Accursèd tower. Accursè fatal hand

1.4.77548That hath contrived this woeful tragedy.

1.4.78549In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;

1.4.79550Henry the Fifth he first trained to the wars.

1.4.80551Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up

1.4.81552His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.

1.4.82553Yet liv'st thou Salisbury? Though thy speech doth fail,

1.4.83554One eye thou hast to look to heaven for grace.

1.4.84555The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.

1.4.85556Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive

1.4.86557If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands.

1.4.87559Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?

1.4.88560Speak unto Talbot. Nay, look up to him.

1.4.89558Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.

1.4.90561Salisbury cheer thy spirit with this comfort:

1.4.91562Thou shalt not die whiles--

1.4.92563He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me,

1.4.93564As who should say, "When I am dead and gone,

1.4.94565Remember to avenge me on the French."

1.4.95566Plantagenet, I will, and like Nero,

1.4.96567Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn.

1.4.97568Wretched shall France be only in my name.

1.4.98570What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens?

1.4.99571Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?

My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head.

1.4.101574The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle joined,

1.4.102575A holy prophetess new risen up,

1.4.103576Is come with a great power, to raise the siege.

Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan.

1.4.105579It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.

1.4.106580Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you.

1.4.107581Pucelle or puzzel, Dauphin or dogfish,

1.4.108582Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,

1.4.109583And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.

1.4.110584Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

1.4.111585And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.