1    Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,
2    And how the English have the suburbs won.

3    Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
4    Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.

5    But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
6    Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
7    Something I must do to procure me grace.
8    The prince's espials have informed me
9    How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
10   Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
11   In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,
12   And thence discover how with most advantage
13   They may vex us with shot, or with assault.
14   To intercept this inconvenience,
15   A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;
16   And even these three days have I watch'd,
17   If I could see them.
18   Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.
19   If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
20   And thou shalt find me at the governor's.

21   Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
22   I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

23   Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
24   How wert thou handled being prisoner?
25   Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
26   Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.

27   The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
28   Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
29   For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
30   But with a baser man of arms by far
31   Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
32   Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
33   Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
34   In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
35   But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
36   Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
37   If I now had him brought into my power.

38   Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.

39   With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
40   In open market-place produced they me,
41   To be a public spectacle to all:
42   Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
43   The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
44   Then broke I from the officers that led me,
45   And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
46   To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
47   My grisly countenance made others fly;
48   None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
49   In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
50   So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
51   That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,
52   And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
53   Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
54   That walked about me every minute-while;
55   And if I did but stir out of my bed,
56   Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

57   I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
58   But we will be revenged sufficiently
59   Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
60   Here, through this grate, I count each one
61   and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
62   Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
63   Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
64   Let me have your express opinions
65   Where is best place to make our battery next.

66   I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.

67   And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.

68   For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
69   Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.

70   O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!

71   O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!

72   What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
73   Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
74   How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
75   One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
76   Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
77   That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
78   In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
79   Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
80   Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
81   His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
82   Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
83   One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
84   The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
85   Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
86   If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
87   Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
88   Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
89   Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
90   Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
91   Thou shalt not die whiles--
92   He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
93   As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
94   Remember to avenge me on the French.'
95   Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
96   Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
97   Wretched shall France be only in my name.
Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens
98   What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
99   Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?

100  My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:
101  The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
102  A holy prophetess new risen up,
103  Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

104  Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
105  It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
106  Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
107  Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
108  Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
109  And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
110  Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
111  And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.