BOOK THE TENTH.
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Rous'd such a tumult in the new-come troops,
As fitted them for fear. The aged Chief
Beheld their drooping valor: his stern brow,
Wrinkled with thought, bewray'd his inward doubts:
Still he was firm, tho' all might fly, resolved 295
That Talbot should retrieve his old renown,
And period Life with Glory. Yet some hope
Inspir'd the Veteran, as across the plain
Casting his eye, he mark'd the embattled strength
Of thousands; Archers of unequall'd skill, 300
Brigans, and Pikemen, from whose lifted points
A fearful radiance flashed, and young Esquires,
And high-born Warriors, bright in blazon'd arms.
Nor few, nor fameless were the English Chiefs:
In many a field victorious, he was there, 305
The garter'd Fastolffe; Hungerford, and Scales,
Men who had seen the hostile squadrons fly
Before the arms of England. Suffolk there,
The haughty Chieftain tower'd; blest had he fallen,
Ere yet a Courtly Minion he was mark'd 310
As fitted them for fear. The aged Chief
Beheld their drooping valor: his stern brow,
Wrinkled with thought, bewray'd his inward doubts:
Still he was firm, tho' all might fly, resolved 295
That Talbot should retrieve his old renown,
And period Life with Glory. Yet some hope
Inspir'd the Veteran, as across the plain
Casting his eye, he mark'd the embattled strength
Of thousands; Archers of unequall'd skill, 300
Brigans, and Pikemen, from whose lifted points
A fearful radiance flashed, and young Esquires,
And high-born Warriors, bright in blazon'd arms.
Nor few, nor fameless were the English Chiefs:
In many a field victorious, he was there, 305
The garter'd Fastolffe; Hungerford, and Scales,
Men who had seen the hostile squadrons fly
Before the arms of England. Suffolk there,
The haughty Chieftain tower'd; blest had he fallen,
Ere yet a Courtly Minion he was mark'd 310
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