2.1.0.2675 Enter [on the walls] a Sergeant of a band, with two Sentinels. Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant.
2.1.2677If any noise or soldier you perceive
2.1.3678Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
2.1.4679Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
Sergeant you shall.
Sergeant you shall. Thus are poor servitors,
2.1.7681When others sleep upon their quiet beds,
2.1.8682Constrained to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.
2.1.8.1683 Enter [Lord] Talbot, [the Dukes of] Bedford and Burgundy [and Soldiers], with scaling 684ladders, their drums beating a 685dead march. Lord regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
2.1.10687By whose approach the regions of Artois,
2.1.11688Walloon, and Picardy are friends to us,
2.1.12689This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
2.1.13690Having all day caroused and banqueted.
2.1.15692As fitting best to quittance their deceit,
2.1.16693Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.
Coward of France. How much he wrongs his fame,
2.1.18695Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
2.1.19696To join with witches and the help of hell.
Traitors have never other company.
2.1.21698But what's that "Pucelle" whom they term so pure?
A maid, they say.
A maid? And be so martial?
Pray God she prove not masculine ere long.
2.1.25702If underneath the standard of the French
Well, let them practice and converse with spirits.
2.1.28705God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
2.1.29706Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
Ascend, brave Talbot. We will follow thee.
Not altogether. Better far, I guess,
2.1.32709That we do make our entrance several ways;
2.1.33710That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
2.1.34711The other yet may rise against their force.
Agreed. I'll to yond corner.
And I to this.
2.1.36.1 [Exeunt severally Bedford and Burgundy with some Soldiers.] And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
2.1.38715Now Salisbury; for thee, and for the right
2.1.39716Of English Henry, shall this night appear
2.1.40717How much in duty I am bound to both.
2.1.40.1 [Talbot and some Soldiers assault the walls.] Arm. Arm. The enemy doth make assault.
Cry. Saint George! A Talbot!
2.1.42.1720 [Alarum.] The French [Soldiers] leap o'er the walls in their shirts [and exeunt]. 721Enter several ways [the] Bastard [of Orléans, the Duke of] Alencon, [and] Reignier [Duke of Anjou], 722half ready and half unready. How now my Lords? What, all unready so?
Unready? Aye, and glad we scaped so well.
'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
2.1.46726Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.
Of all exploits since first I followed arms
2.1.48728Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
2.1.49729More venturous, or desperate than this.
I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
If not of hell, the heavens sure favor him.
Here cometh Charles. I marvel how he sped?
2.1.52.1733 Enter Charles [the Dauphin] and Joan [la Pucelle]. Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
2.1.55736Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
2.1.57738That now our loss might be ten times so much?
Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
2.1.59740At all times will you have my power alike?
2.1.60741Sleeping or waking, must I still prevail,
2.1.61742Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
2.1.62743Improvident soldiers, had your watch been good,
2.1.63744This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
2.1.65746That, being captain of the watch tonight,
2.1.66747Did look no better to that weighty charge.
Had all your quarters been as safely kept
2.1.68749As that whereof I had the government,
2.1.69750We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
Mine was secure.
And so was mine, my lord.
And for myself, most part of all this night
2.1.73754Within her quarter and mine own precinct
2.1.74755I was employed in passing to and fro
2.1.76757Then how or which way should they first break in?
Question, my lords, no further of the case,
2.1.78759How or which way. 'Tis sure they found some place
2.1.79760But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
2.1.80761And now there rests no other shift but this,
2.1.81762To gather our soldiers, scattered and dispersed,
2.1.82763And lay new platforms to endamage them.
2.1.83.1765 Alarum. Enter [an English] Soldier, crying. A Talbot! A Talbot!
2.1.83.3766 They [the French] fly, leaving their clothes behind. I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
2.1.85768The cry of "Talbot" serves me for a sword,
2.1.86769For I have loaden me with many spoils,