The day begins to break and night is fled,

2.2.2773Whose pitchy mantle overveiled the earth.

2.2.3774Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.

Bring forth the body of old Salisbury

2.2.5776And here advance it in the marketplace,

2.2.6777The middle cincture of this cursèd town.

2.2.7778Now have I paid my vow unto his soul:

2.2.8779For every drop of blood was drawn from him

2.2.9780There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.

2.2.10781And that hereafter ages may behold

2.2.11782What ruin happened in revenge of him,

2.2.12783Within their chiefest temple I'll erect

2.2.13784A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interred;

2.2.14785Upon the which, that every one may read,

2.2.15786Shall be engraved the sack of Orléans,

2.2.16787The treacherous manner of his mournful death,

2.2.17788And what a terror he had been to France.

2.2.18789But, lords, in all our bloody massacre

2.2.19790I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,

2.2.20791His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,

2.2.21792Nor any of his false confederates.

'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,

2.2.23794Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,

2.2.24795They did amongst the troops of armèd men

2.2.25796Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

Myself, as far as I could well discern

2.2.27798For smoke and dusky vapors of the night,

2.2.28799Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,

2.2.29800When arm-in-arm they both came swiftly running,

2.2.30801Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves

2.2.31802That could not live asunder day or night.

2.2.32803After that things are set in order here,

2.2.33804We'll follow them with all the power we have.

All hail, my lords. Which of this princely train

2.2.35807Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts

2.2.36808So much applauded through the realm of France?

Here is the Talbot. Who would speak with him?

The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,

2.2.39811With modesty admiring thy renown,

2.2.40812By me entreats, great lord, thou would'st vouchsafe

2.2.41813To visit her poor castle where she lies,

2.2.42814That she may boast she hath beheld the man

2.2.43815Whose glory fills the world with loud report.

Is it even so? Nay, then I see our wars

2.2.45817Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,

2.2.46818When ladies crave to be encountered with.

2.2.47819You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.

Ne'er trust me then, for when a world of men

2.2.49821Could not prevail with all their oratory,

2.2.50822Yet hath a woman's kindness overruled.

2.2.51823And therefore tell her I return great thanks,

2.2.52824And in submission will attend on her.

2.2.53825Will not your honors bear me company?

No, truly, 'tis more than manners will.

2.2.55827And I have heard it said, "Unbidden guests

2.2.56828Are often welcomest when they are gone".

Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,

2.2.58830I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

2.2.59831Come hither, captain.

Come hither, captain. 832You perceive my mind?

I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.