_Countess._ This is a riddling merchant for the nonce; He will be here, and yet he is not here. How can these contrarieties agree?
(_Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. The gates are forced._)
How say you, madam? Are you now persuaded That Talbot is but shadow of himself? These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, With which he yoketh your rebellious necks, Razeth your cities and subverts your towns And in a moment makes you desolate.
_Countess._ Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse. I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited And more than may be gathered by the shape. Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; For I am sorry that with reverence I did not entertain thee as thou art.
_Tal._ Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake The outward composition of his body. What you have done hath not offended me; Nor other satisfaction do I crave, But only with your patience, that we may Taste of your wine and see what cates you have; For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
_Countess._ With all my heart, and think me honoured To feast so great a warrior in my house. (_Exeunt._)
Except for a few lines of rhetoric, could the account in Scene 3 be shortened? The Countess awaits Talbot; he comes; she reviles him in a few lines; he turns to go; she declares him a prisoner; he laughs at her; and as she stands amazed, calls in his forces brought in secret to the castle. When Talbot invites himself and his men to feast at her expense, the Countess immediately agrees. Reading the scene, one recalls the words of Dumas fils: "Any one can relate a dramatic situation: the art lies in preparing it, getting it accepted, making it plausible, especially in untying the knot."[27] Here Shakespeare does not untie the knot; the Countess merely yields. What she feels, what happened thereafter,--all these are omitted. It is merely the situation which counts. Before Talbot comes in, the scene could easily be made to reveal much more of the character of the Countess. When he does enter, the play of wits between them, even as it disclosed character, might provide interesting dramatic conflict. Surely the moment when the Countess thinks Talbot trapped and he coolly jeers at her, is worth more development. Here it is treated so quickly that the surprise in the entrance of the soldiers hardly gets its full effect. All this is the work of a tyro, even if he be Shakespeare.