Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 467 words
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Of all exploits since first I followed Arms, Near heard I of a warlike enterprise More venturous, or desperate than this. I think this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell. If not of Hell, the Heaven's sure favour him. Here cometh Charles, I marvel how he sped? Tut, holy Ioane was his defensive Guard. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful Dame? Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, Make us partakers of a little gain, That now our loss might be ten times so much? Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? At all times will you have my Power alike? Sleeping or waking, must I still prevail, Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? Improvident Soldiers, had your Watch been good, This sudden Mischief never could have fall'n. Duke of Alencon, this was your default, That being Captain of the Watch to Night, Did look no better to that weighty Charge. Had all your Quarters been as safely kept, As that whereof I had the government, We had not been thus shamefully surprised. Mine was secure. And so was mine, my Lord. And for myself, most part of all this Night Within her Quarter, and mine own Precinct, I was employed in passing to and fro, About relieving of the Sentinels. Then how, or which way, should they first break in? Question (my Lords) no further of the case, How or which way; 'tis sure they found some place, But weakly guarded, where the breach was made: And now there rests no other shift but this, To gather our Soldiers, scattered and dispersed, And lay new Platforms to endamage them. I'll be so bold to take what they have left: The Cry of Talbot serves me for a Sword, For I have loaden me with many Spoils, Using no other Weapon but his Name. The Day begins to break, and Night is fled, Whose pitchy Mantle ouer-vayled the Earth. Here sound Retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury, And here advance it in the Marketplace, The middle Centure of this cursed Town. Now have I paid my Vow unto his Soul: For every drop of blood was drawn from him, There hath at least five Frenchmen died to night. And that hereafter Ages may behold What ruin happened in revenge of him, Within their chiefest Temple I'll erect A Tomb, wherein his Corpse shall be interred: Upon the which, that every one may read, Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans, The treacherous manner of his mournful death, And what a terror he had been to France. But Lords, in all our bloody Massacre, I muse we met not with the Dolphin's Grace, His new-come Champion, virtuous Ioane of Acre, Nor any of his false Confederates.
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Of all exploits ſince firſt I follow'd Armes, Nere heard I of a warlike enterprize More venturous, or deſperate then this. I thinke this Talbot be a Fiend of Hell. If not of Hell, the Heauens ſure fauour him. Here commeth Charles, I maruell how he ſped? Tut, holy Ioane was his defenſiue Guard. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitfull Dame? Didſt thou at firſt, to flatter vs withall, Make vs partakers of a little gayne, That now our loſſe might be ten times ſo much? Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend? At all times will you haue my Power alike? Sleeping or waking, muſt I ſtill preuayle, Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? Improuident Souldiors, had your Watch been good, This ſudden Miſchiefe neuer could haue falne. Duke of Alanſon, this was your default, That being Captaine of the Watch to Night, Did looke no better to that weightie Charge. Had all your Quarters been as ſafely kept, As that whereof I had the gouernment, We had not beene thus ſhamefully ſurpriz'd. Mine was ſecure. And ſo was mine, my Lord. And for my ſelfe, moſt part of all this Night Within her Quarter, and mine owne Precinct, I was imploy'd in paſſing to and fro, About relieuing of the Centinels. Then how, or which way, ſhould they firſt breake in? Queſtion (my Lords) no further of the caſe, How or which way; 'tis ſure they found ſome place, But weakely guarded, where the breach was made: And now there reſts no other ſhift but this, To gather our Souldiors, ſcatter'd and diſperc't, And lay new Plat-formes to endammage them. Ile be ſo bold to take what they haue left: The Cry of Talbot ſerues me for a Sword, For I haue loaden me with many Spoyles, Vſing no other Weapon but his Name. The Day begins to breake, and Night is fled, Whoſe pitchy Mantle ouer-vayl'd the Earth. Here ſound Retreat, and ceaſe our hot purſuit. Bring forth the Body of old Salisbury, And here aduance it in the Market-Place, The middle Centure of this curſed Towne. Now haue I pay'd my Vow vnto his Soule: For euery drop of blood was drawne from him, There hath at leaſt fiue Frenchmen dyed to night. And that hereafter Ages may behold What ruine happened in reuenge of him, Within their chiefeſt Temple Ile erect A Tombe, wherein his Corps ſhall be interr'd: Vpon the which▪ that euery one may reade, Shall be engrau'd the ſacke of Orleance, The trecherous manner of his mournefull death, And what a terror he had beene to France. But Lords, in all our bloudy Maſſacre, I muſe we met not with the Dolphins Grace, His new-come Champion, vertuous Ioane of Acre, Nor any of his falſe Confederates.