1    Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
2    And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.

3    Madam, I will.

4    The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
5    I shall as famous be by this exploit
6    As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
7    Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
8    And his achievements of no less account:
9    Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
10   To give their censure of these rare reports.

11   Madam,
12   According as your ladyship desired,
13   By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.

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

15   Madam, it is.

16   Is this the scourge of France?
17   Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
18   That with his name the mothers still their babes?
19   I see report is fabulous and false:
20   I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
21   A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
22   And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
23   Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
24   It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
25   Should strike such terror to his enemies.

26   Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
27   But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
28   I'll sort some other time to visit you.

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

30   Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
31   To know the cause of your abrupt departure.

32   Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
33   I go to certify her Talbot's here.

34   If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.

35   Prisoner! to whom?

36   To me, blood-thirsty lord;
37   And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
38   Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
39   For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
40   But now the substance shall endure the like,
41   And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
42   That hast by tyranny these many years
43   Wasted our country, slain our citizens
44   And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

45   Ha, ha, ha!

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

47   I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
48   To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
49   Whereon to practise your severity.

50   Why, art not thou the man?

51   I am indeed.

52   Then have I substance too.

53   No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
54   You are deceived, my substance is not here;
55   For what you see is but the smallest part
56   And least proportion of humanity:
57   I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
58   It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
59   Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.

60   This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
61   He will be here, and yet he is not here:
62   How can these contrarieties agree?

63   That will I show you presently.
64   How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
65   That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
66   These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
67   With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
68   Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
69   And in a moment makes them desolate.

70   Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
71   I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
72   And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
73   Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
74   For I am sorry that with reverence
75   I did not entertain thee as thou art.

76   Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
77   The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
78   The outward composition of his body.
79   What you have done hath not offended me;
80   Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
81   But only, with your patience, that we may
82   Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
83   For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.

84   With all my heart, and think me honoured
85   To feast so great a warrior in my house.