Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 513 words
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Is Talbot slain then? I will slay myself, For living idly here, in pomp and ease, Whilst such a worthy Leader, wanting aid, Unto his dastard foe-men is betrayed. O no, he lives, but is took Prisoner, And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford: Most of the rest slaughtered, or took likewise. His Ransom there is none but I shall pay. I'll hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne, His Crown shall be the Ransom of my friend: Four of their Lords I'll change for one of ours. Farewell my Masters, to my Task will I, Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, To keep our great Saint George's Feast withal. Ten thousand Soldiers with me I will take, Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake. So you had need, for Orleans is besieged, The English Army is grown weak and faint: The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply, And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, Since they so few, watch such a multitude. Remember Lords your Oaths to Henry sworn: Either to quell the Dolphin utterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. I do remember it, and here take my leave, To go about my preparation. I'll to the Tower with all the hast I can, To view th' Artillery and Munition, And then I will proclaim young Henry King. To Eltam will I, where the young King is, Being ordained his special Governor, And for his safety there I'll best device. Each hath his Place and Function to attend: I am left out; for me nothing remains: But long I will not be Iack out of Office. The King from Eltam I intent to send. And sit at chiefest Stern of public Weal. Mars his true moving, even as in the Heavens, So in the Earth, to this day is not known. Late did he shine upon the English side: Now we are Victors, upon us he smiles. What Towns of any moment, but we have? At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans: Otherwhiles, the famished English, like pale Ghosts, Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. They want their Porridge, & their fat Bul Beefs: Either they must be dieted like Mules, And have their Provender tied to their mouths, Or piteous they will look, like drowned Mice. Let's raise the Siege: why live we idly here? Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear: Remaineth none but mad-brayned Salisbury, And he may well in fretting spend his gall, Nor men nor Money hath he to make War. Sound, sound Alarm, we will rush on them. Now for the honour of the forlorn French: Him I forgive my death, that killeth me, When he sees me go back one foot, or fly. Who ever saw the like? what men have I? Dogs, Cowards, Dastards: I would ne'er have fled, But that they left me 'midst my Enemies. Salisbury is a desperate Homicide, He fighteth as one weary of his life: The other Lords, like lions wanting food, Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
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Is Talbot ſlaine then? I will ſlay my ſelfe, For liuing idly here, in pompe and eaſe, Whil'ſt ſuch a worthy Leader, wanting ayd, Vnto his daſtard foe-men is betray'd. O no, he liues, but is tooke Priſoner, And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerfor: Moſt of the reſt ſlaughter'd, or tooke likewiſe. His Ranſome there is none but I ſhall pay. Ile hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne, His Crowne ſhall be the Ranſome of my friend: Foure of their Lords Ile change for one of ours. Farwell my Maſters, to my Taske will I, Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, To keepe our great Saint Georges Feaſt withall. Ten thouſand Souldiers with me I will take, Whoſe bloody deeds ſhall make all Europe quake. So you had need, for Orleance is beſieg'd, The Engliſh Army is growne weake and faint: The Earle of Salisbury craueth ſupply, And hardly keepes his men from mutinie, Since they ſo few, watch ſuch a multitude. Remember Lords your Oathes to Henry ſworne: Eyther to quell the Dolphin vtterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoake. I doe remember it, and here take my leaue, To goe about my preparation. Ile to the Tower with all the haſt I can, To view th' Artillerie and Munition, And then I will proclayme young Henry King. To Eltam will I, where the young King is, Being ordayn'd his ſpeciall Gouernor, And for his ſafetie there Ile beſt deuiſe. Each hath his Place and Function to attend: I am left out; for me nothing remaines: But long I will not be Iack out of Office▪ The King from Eltam I intend to ſend. And ſit at chiefeſt Sterne of publique Weale. Mars his true mouing, euen as in the Heauens, So in the Earth, to this day is not knowne. Late did he ſhine vpon the Engliſh ſide: Now we are Victors, vpon vs he ſmiles. What Townes of any moment, but we haue? At pleaſure here we lye, neere Orleance: Otherwhiles, the famiſht Engliſh, like pale Ghoſts, Faintly beſiege vs one houre in a moneth. They want their Porredge, & their fat Bul Beeues: Eyther they muſt be dyeted like Mules, And haue their Prouender ty'd to their mouthes, Or pitteous they will looke, like drowned Mice. Let's rayſe the Siege: why liue we idly here? Talbot is taken, whom we wont to feare: Remayneth none but mad-brayn'd Salisbury, And he may well in fretting ſpend his gall, Nor men nor Money hath he to make Warre. Sound, ſound Alarum, we will ruſh on them. Now for the honour of the forlorne French: Him I forgiue my death, that killeth me, When he ſees me goe back one foot, or flye. Who euer ſaw the like? what men haue I? Dogges, Cowards, Daſtards: I would ne're haue fled, But that they left me 'midſt my Enemies. Salisbury is a deſperate Homicide, He fighteth as one weary of his life: The other Lords, like Lyons wanting foode, Doe ruſh vpon vs as their hungry prey.