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Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled being prisone...
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Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
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Boy. Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
[Exit]
[Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT,]
GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others]
Earl of Salisbury. Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
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Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.
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Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
But with a baser man of arms by far
Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.
Earl of Salisbury. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.
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I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
But we will be revenged sufficie...
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I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
But we will be revenged 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 battery next.
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
In open market-place produced they me,
To be a public spectacle to all:
Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
My grisly countenance made others fly;
None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
That walked about me every minute-while;
And if I did but stir out of my bed,
Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
Earl of Salisbury. I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
But we will be revenged 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 battery next.
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O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
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O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
Earl of Salisbury. O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
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