SALISBURY.I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd;But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.Now it is supper-time in Orleans:Here,through this grate,I count each one And view the Frenchmen how they fortify.Let us look in;the sight will much delight thee.Sir Thomas Gargrave and Sir William Glansdale,Let me have your express opinions Where is best place to make our batt'ry next.GARGRAVE.I think at the North Gate;for there stand lords.GLANSDALE.And I here,at the bulwark of the bridge.TALBOT.For aught I see,this city must be famish'd,Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.[Here they shoot and SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall down]SALISBURY.O Lord,have mercy on us,wretched sinners!GARGRAVE.O Lord,have mercy on me,woeful man!TALBOT.What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?Speak,Salisbury;at least,if thou canst speak.How far'st thou,mirror of all martial men?One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!Accursed tower!accursed fatal hand That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy!In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;Whilst any trump did sound or drum struck up,His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.Yet liv'st thou,Salisbury?Though thy speech doth fail,One eye thou hast to look to heaven for grace;The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.Heaven,be thou gracious to none alive If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!Bear hence his body;I will help to bury it.Sir Thomas Gargrave,hast thou any life?Speak unto Talbot;nay,look up to him.Salisbury,cheer thy spirit with this comfort,Thou shalt not die whiles He beckons with his hand and smiles on me,As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,Remember to avenge me on the French.'
Plantagenet,I will;and like thee,Nero,Play on the lute,beholding the towns burn.Wretched shall France be only in my name.[Here an alarum,and it thunders and lightens]What stir is this?What tumult's in the heavens?Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
Enter a MESSENGER MESSENGER.My lord,my lord,the French have gather'd head The Dauphin,with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,A holy prophetess new risen up,Is come with a great power to raise the siege.[Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans]TALBOT.Hear,hear how dying Salisbury doth groan.It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd.Frenchmen,I'll be a Salisbury to you.Pucelle or puzzel,dolphin or dogfish,Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.Convey me Salisbury into his tent,And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.Alarum.Exeunt
SCENE 5.Before Orleans
Here an alarum again,and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN and driveth him.Then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE driving Englishmen before her.Then enter TALBOT
TALBOT.Where is my strength,my valour,and my force?Our English troops retire,I cannot stay them;A woman clad in armour chaseth them.