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      And I to this.

      And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.

      Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right

      Of English Henry, shall this night appear

      How much in duty I am bound to both.

      Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!

      How now, my lords! what, all unready so?

      Unready! aye, and glad we 'scap'd so well.

      'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,

      Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.

      Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,

      Ne'er 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 heavens, sure, favor him.

      Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.

      Tut, holy Joan 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,