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• The First Part of King Henry the Sixth: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Westminster Abbey.
• Scene II.—: France. Before Orleans.
• Scene III.—: London. Before the Tower.
• Scene IV.—: France. Before Orleans.
• Scene V.—: The Same. Before One of the Gates.
• Scene VI.—: The Same.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Before Orleans.
• Scene II.—: Orleans. Within the Town.
• Scene III.—: Auvergne. Court of the Castle.
• Scene IV.—: London. the Temple Garden.
• Scene V.—: London. a Room In the Tower.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: London. the Parliament House.
• Scene II.—: France. Before Roan.
• Scene III.—: The Plains Near Roan.
• Scene IV.—: Paris. a Room In the Palace.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: Paris. a Room of State.
• Scene II.—: Before Bourdeaux.
• Scene III.—: Plains In Gascony.
• Scene IV.—: Other Plains In Gascony.
• Scene V.—: The English Camp Near Bourdeaux.
• Scene VI.—: A Field of Battle.
• Scene VII.—: Another Part of the Field.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: London. a Room In the Palace.
• Scene II.—: France. Plains In Anjou.
• Scene III.—: France. Before Angiers.
• Scene IV.—: Camp of Theduke of York,in Anjou.
• Scene V.—: London. a Room In the Palace.

Scene III.—

Auvergne. Court of the Castle.

Enter theCountessand her Porter.

Count.

Porter, remember what I gave in charge;

And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.

Port.

Madam, I will.

[Exit.

Count.

The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,

I shall as famous be by this exploit

As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus’ death.

Great is the rumour of this dreadful knight,

And his achievements of no less account:

Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,

To give their censure of these rare reports.

Enter Messenger andTalbot.

Mess.

Madam,

According as your ladyship desir’d,

By message crav’d, so is Lord Talbot come.

Count.

And he is welcome. What! is this the man?

Mess.

Madam, it is.

Count.

Is this the scourge of France?

Is this the Talbot, so much fear’d abroad,

That with his name the mothers still their babes?

I see report is fabulous and false:

I thought I should have seen some Hercules,

A second Hector, for his grim aspect,

And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.

Alas! this is a child, a silly dwarf:

It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp

Should strike such terror to his enemies.

Tal.

Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;

But since your ladyship is not at leisure,

I’ll sort some other time to visit you.

Count.

What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.

Mess.

Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves

To know the cause of your abrupt departure.

Tal.

Marry, for that she’s in a wrong belief,

I go to certify her Talbot’s here.

Re-enter Porter, with keys.

Count.

If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.

Tal.

Prisoner! to whom?

Count.

To me, blood-thirsty lord;

And for that cause I train’d thee to my house.

Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,

For in my gallery thy picture hangs:

But now the substance shall endure the like,

And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,

That hast by tyranny, these many years

Wasted our country, slain our citizens,

And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

Tal.

Ha, ha, ha!

Count.

Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.

Tal.

I laugh to see your ladyship so fond

To think that you have aught but Talbot’s shadow,

Whereon to practise your severity.

Count.

Why, art not thou the man?

Tal.

I am, indeed.

Count.

Then have I substance too.

Tal.

No, no, I am but shadow of myself:

You are deceiv’d, my substance is not here;

For what you see is but the smallest part

And least proportion of humanity.

I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,

It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,

Your roof were not sufficient to contain it.

Count.

This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;

He will be here, and yet he is not here:

How can these contrarieties agree?

Tal.

That will I show you presently.

He winds a horn. Drums strike up; a peal of ordnance. The Gates being forced, enter Soldiers.

How say you, madam? are you now persuaded

That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength,

With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,

Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,

And in a moment makes them desolate.

Count.

Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:

I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,

And more than may be gather’d by thy shape.

Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;

For I am sorry that with reverence

I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Tal.

Be not dismay’d, fair lady; nor misconster

The mind of Talbot as you did mistake

The outward composition of his body.

What you have done hath not offended me;

Nor other satisfaction do I crave,

But only, with your patience, that we may

Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;

For soldiers’ stomachs always serve them well.

Count.

With all my heart, and think me honoured

To feast so great a warrior in my house.

[Exeunt.