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That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake? | Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. When Talbot hath set footing once in France, Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that. And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,

[Strikes him. Who then, but English, Henry will be lord, Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arins And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive ?

is such, Call we to mind,--and mark but this, for proof;- That, whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death; Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe? Or else this blow should broach thy dearest And was he not in England prisoner ? But I'll unto his majesty, and crave (blood. But, when they heard he was thine enemy, I may have liberty to venge this wrong; They set him free, without his ransom paid, When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends. Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as See then! thou fightest against thy countrymen, you; And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-men. And, after, meet you sooner than you would. Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring

[Exeunt lord; Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. Bur. I am vanquish’d: these haughty words

of hers Have batter'd me like roaring cannon shot, SCENE I. The same. A Room of State. And made me almost yield upon my knees. Enter KING HENBY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WINCHESTER, WARWICK, And, lords, Accept this hearty kind embrace : TALBOT, the Governor of Paris, and Others. My forces and my power of men are yours ; Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. So, farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee. Win. God save King Henry, of that name Pro. Done like a Frenchman, turn, and turn the sixth ! again!

(makes us fresh. Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, Char. Welcome, brave duke thy friendship

(Governor knacis. Bust. And doth beget new courage in our That you elect no other king but him : breasts.

[this, Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends; Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in And none your foes, but such as shall pretend And doth deserve & coronet of gold. (powers : Malicious practices against his state:

Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our This shall ye do, so help you righteous God ! And seek how we may prejudice the foe. (Exeunt,

(Eseunt Gov, and his Train.

Enter SIB JOHN FASTOLFE. SCENE IV. Paris. A Room in the Palace.

Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, and other Lords, To haste unto your coronation, (Calais,

VERNON, BASSET, dc. To them Talbot, and A letter was delivered to my hands, some of his Officers.

Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. Tal. My gracious prince,-and honourable Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee! Hearing of your arrival in this realm, (peers,- I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next, I have a while given truce unto my wars, To tear the garter from thy craven'd leg, To do my duty to my sovereign;

[Plucking it off. In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'a (Which I have done), because unworthily To your obedience fifty fortresses, (strength, Thou wast installed in that high degree.Twelve cities, and sever walled towns of Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest : Besides five hundred prisoners of esteem, This dastard, at the battleof Patay, Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; When but in all I was six thousand strong, And, with submissive loyalty of heart, And that the French were almost ten to one, Ascribes the glory of his conquest got, Before we met, or that a stroke was given, First to my God, and next

unto your grace. Like to a trusty squire, did run away; K. Hen. Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; That hath so long been resident in France ? Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,

Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. Were there surpris'd, and taken prisoners. K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victo- Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; rious lord !

Or whether that such cowards ought to wear When I was young (as yet I am not old), This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. I do remember how my father said,

Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, A stouter champion never handled sword. And ill beseeming any common man; Long since we were resolved of your truth, Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my Yet never have you tasted our reward,

lords, Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks, Knights of the garter were of noble birth : Because till now we never saw your face : Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage, Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts, such as were grown to credit by the wars; We here create you earl of Shrewsbury; Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, And in our coronation take your place. But always resolute in most extremes.

(Ereunt K. Hex. Gio. Tal. and Nobles. He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort, Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, Disgracing of these colours that I wear Profaning this most honourable order; In honour of my noble lord of York,- (spak'st? And should (if I were worthy to be judge), Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain

Bas. Yes, sir; as well as yon dare patronage That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. The envious barking of your saucy tongue K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st Against my lord the duke of Somerset.

thy doom : Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight

Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.- Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.

Erit FASTOLFE. York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? And now, my lord protector, view the letter Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, Sent from our unele duke of Burgundy.

will out, Glo. What means his grace, that he hath Though ne'er so canningly you smother it. chang'd his style ?

K. Hen. Good lord! what madness rules in (Virwing the superscription. brainsick men; No more but, plain and bluntly,—To the king? When, for so slight and frivolous a cause, Ilath he forgot, he is his sovereign?

Such factious emulations shall ariseOr doth this churlish superscription

Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, Pretend some alteration in good will ? Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. What's here ?-I have upon especial cause,

York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight,

[Reads. And then your highness shall command a peace. Mou'd with compassion of my country's wreck, Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; Together with the pitiful complaints

Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. of such as your oppression feeds upon,

York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. Forsaken your pernicious faction,

Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France. Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. O monstrous treachery! Can this be so;

Glo. Confirm it so? Confounded be yonr strife! That in alliance, amity, and oaths,

And perish ye, with your audacious prate ! There should be found such false dissembling Presumptuous vassals! are you not asham'd, guile?

(volt? With this immodest clamorous outrage, K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy re- To trouble and disturb the king and us? Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe. And you, my lords,-methinks, you do not well, K. Hen. Is that the worst, this letter doth To bear with their perverse objections ; contain?

Much less, to take occasion from their mouths Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves; K. Hen. Why then, Lord "Talbot there shall Let me persuade you take a better course. talk with him,

Exe. It grieves his highness;-Good my lords, And give him chastisement for this abuse :

be friends.

[combatants : My lord, how say you? are you not content? K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be Tai. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour prevented,

(ploy'd. Qnite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.I should have begg’d I might have been em- And you, my lords,-remember where we are ; K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: unto him straight :

If they perceive dissension in our looks, Let him perceive, how ill we brook this treason; And that within ourselves we disagree, And what offence it is, to flout his friends. How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd

Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still, To wilful disobedience, and rebel? You may behold confusion of your foes. (Ecil. Beside, What infamy will there arise, Enter VERNON and BARSET.

When foreign princes shall be certified Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign! That, for a toy, a thing of no regard, Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat King Henry's peers, and chief nobility, [France ! too!

prince! Destroy'd themselves, and lost the rea'm York. This is my servant; hear him, noble O, think upon the conquest of my father, Som. And this is mine: Sweet Henry, favour My tender years; and let us pot forego him !

[leave to speak.- That for a trifle, that was bought with blood ! K. Hen. Be patient, lords, and give them Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim? I see no reason, if I wear this rose, And wherefore crave you combat? or with

(Putting on a red Rose. Whom?

[ wrong That any one should therefore be suspicious Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me I more incline to Somerset, than York; Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both : wrong.

complain? As well they may upbraid me with my crown, K. Hen. What is that wrong whereot' you both Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. First let me know, and then I'll answer you. But your discretions better can persuade, Bas. Crossing the sea from England into Than I am able to instruct or teach: France,

And therefore, as we hither came in peace, This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, So let us still continue peace and love.Upbraided me about the rose I wear;

Cousin of York, we institute your grace Saying—the sanguine colour of the leares To be our regent in these parts of France: Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, And, good my lord of Somerset, unite (foot; When stubbornly he did repugn the truth, Your troops of horsemen with his bands of About a certain question in the law,

And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him; Go cheerfully together, and digest With other vile and ignominious terms: Your angry choler on your enemies. In confutation of which rude reproach, Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest, And in defence of my lord's worthiness, After some respite, will return to Calais; I crave the benefit of law of arms.

From thence to England; where I hope ere iong Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord : To be presented, by your victories, For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit, With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout. To set a gloss upon his bold intent,

|Flourish. Exeunt K. Hen. Glo. Som. Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him;

Wix. SUF. and BASSET. And be first took exceptions at this badge, War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Pronouncing--that the paleness of this flower Prettily, methought, did play the orator,

York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, A little herd of England's timorons deer, In that he wears the badge of Somerset. Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs ! War. Tush! that was but his fancy blame If we be English deer, be then in blood : him not;

[harm. Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch; I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags,

York. And if I wist he did, -but let it rest; Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, Other affairs must now be managed.

And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: (Ereun! York, Warwick, and Verxox. Sell every man his life as dear as mine, Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.thy voice :

God, and Saint George ! Talbot, and England's For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, right! I fear we should have seen decipherd there Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! More rancorous spite, more furionis raging broils,

(Exeunt. Than yet can be imagin'd or snppos d.

SCENE III. Plains in Gascony.
But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
This jarring discord of nobility,

Enter York, with Forces; to him a Messenger. This should'ring of each other in the court, York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, This factious bandying of their favourites, That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin? But that it doth presage some ill event.

Mess. They are return'd, my lord: and give it "Tismuch, when sceptres are in children's hands: ont, But more, when envy breeds unkind division; That he is march'd to Bordeaux with his power, There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,

(Exit. By your espials were discovered SCENE II. France. Before Bordeaux.

Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led;

Which join'd with him, and made their march Enter TALBOT, with his Forces.

for Bordeaux. Tal. Go to the gates of Bordeanx, trumpeter, York. A plague upon that villain Somerset; Summon their general unto the wall.

That thus delays my promised supply Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter, on the Walls, the Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege ! General of the French Forces, and Others.

Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;
English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, And I am louted by a traitor villain,
Servant in arms to Harry king of England; And cannot help the noble chevalier:
And thus he would,--Open your city gates,

God comfort him in this necessity !
Be humble to as; call my sovereign yours, If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
And do him homage as obedient subjects,

Enter Sir WILLIAM Lucy.
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English
But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,

strength, You tempt the fury of my three attendants, Never so needful on the earth of France, Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire; Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ; Who, in a moment, even with the earth, Who now is girdled with a waist of iron, Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers, And hemm'd about with grim destruction: If you forsake the offer of our love.

To Bordeaux, warlike duke! to Bordeaux, York! Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! honour.

(heart The period of thy tyranny approacheth.

York. () God! that Somerset-who in proud On us, thou canst not enter, but by death : Doth stop my cornets-were in Talbot's place! For. I protest, we are well fortified,

So should we save a valiant gentleman, And strong enough to issue out and fight: By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee: That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, Lucy. O, send some succour to the distress'd To wall thee from the liberty of flight;

lord !

(word; And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily And pale destruction meets thee in the face. All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset. (get; Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament, Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's To rive their dangerous artillery

soul!

(since, Upon no christian soul but English Talbot. And on his son, young John; whom, two hours Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man, I met in travel toward his warlike father! Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit:

This seven years did not Talbot see his son ; This is the latest glory of thy praise,

And now they meet where both their lives are That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;

done. For ere the glass, that now begins to run, York. Alas! whatjoys shall noble Talbot havo, Finish the process of his sandy hour,

To bid his young son welcome to his grave ? These eyes, that see thee now well coloured, Away! vexation almost stops my breath, Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of

(Drum afar off death. Hark! hark! the Dauphin'sdrum, a warning beli, Luicy, farewell: no more my fortune can, Sings heavy musick to thy timorous soul; But curse the cause I cannot aid the man And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won

[Exeunt General, &c. from the Walls. away, Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy ; l’Long all of Somerset, and his delay. [Edit. Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition 0, negligent and heedless discipline ! (wings.- Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale; Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss

The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror, And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape That ever living man of memory,

By sudden flight: come, dally not, begove. Henry the Fifth :-Whiles they each othercross, John. Is my name Talbot? and am l your son? Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. And shall I fly? O, if you love my mother,

(Exit. Dishonour not her honourable name, SCENE IV. Other Plains of Gascony.

To make a bastard, and a slave of me: Enter SOMERSET, with his Forces; an Officer of That basely fled, when noble Talbot stood.

The world will say--He is not Talbot's blood, TALBOT's with him.

Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now; John. He, that flies so, will ne'er retum again. This expedition was by York, and Talbot, Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. Too rashly plotted; all our general force John. Then let me stay; and, father, do you fy: Might with a sally of the very town

Your loss is great, so your regard should be; Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. llath sullied all his gloss of former honour, Upon my death, the French can little boast; By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure : In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost. York set him on to fight, and die in shame, Flight cannot stain the honour you have won ; That Talbot dead, great York might bear the But mine it will, that no exploit have done: name.

You fled for vantage every one will swear; Off. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me But, if I bow, they'll say-it was for fear. Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid. There is no hope that ever I will stay, Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY.

If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away. Som. How now, Sir William ? whither were Here, on my knee, I beg mortality, you sent?

(sold Lord Talbot; Rather than life preserv'd with infamy. Lucy. Whither, my lord ? from bought and Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,

tomb?

(womb. Cries out for noble York and Somerset,

John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's To beat assailing death from his weak legions. Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. And whiles the honourable captain there John. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe. Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs, Tal. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue, John. No part of him, but wiu be shame in me. You, his false hopes, the trust of England's ho Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not Keep off aloof with worthless emulation. (nour, lose it.

[abuse it? Let not your private discord keep away John. Yes, yonr renowned name; shall flight The levied succours that should lend him aid, Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from While he, renowned noble gentleman,

that stain. Yields up his life unto a world of odds :

John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy, If death be so apparent, then both fly. Alençon, Reignier, compass him about, Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, And Talbot perisheth by your default.

and die? Som. York set him on, York should have sent My age was never tainted with such shame, him aid.

(claims; Join. And shall my youth be guilty of such Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace ex

blame? Swearing that you with hold his levied host, No more can I be sever'd from your side, Collected for this expedition. (the horse: Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:

Som. York lies; he might have sent and had Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; I owe him little duty, and less love;

For live I will not, if my father die. (son, And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending. Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. France,

Come, side by side together live and die; Hata now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. Never to England shall he bear his life;

[Exeunt. But dies, betrayed to fortune by your strife.

SCENE VI. A Field of Battle. Som. Come, go; I will despatch the horse- Alarum ; Excursions, wherein TALROT's Son is

men straight: Within six hours they will be at his aid.

hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him. Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en, or Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, slain :

fight: For fly he could not, if he would have fled : The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, And fly would Talbot never, though he might. And left us to the rage of France his sword.

Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adien! Where is John Talbot 2-pause, and take thy Luc. His fame lives in the world, his shame

breath;

(Exeunt. I gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death. SCENE V. The English Camp, near Bordeanx. The life, thou gav'st me first, was lost and done :

John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son: Enter TALBOT and John his Son. 'Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate, Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee, To my deterrnin'd time thou gavest new date. To tutor thee in stratagems of war;

Tal. When from the Dauphiu's crest thy sword That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, struck fire, When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age, But,- malignant and ill boding stars ! Quickend with youthful spleen and warlike Now thou art come unto a feast of death, Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy, (rage, A terrible and unavoided danger : (horse; And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee. Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest | The ireful bastard Orleans-that drew blood

in you.

From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath: Of thy first fight-I soon encountered ; Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no; And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.Some of his bastard blood; and, in disgrace, Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should Bespoke him thus : Contaminated, base,

say

[to-day, And misbegotten blood I spill of thine, Had death been French, then death had died Mean and right poor; for that pure blood of mine, Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms: Which thou didst force from Talbot

, my brave boy; - My spirit can no longer bear these harms. Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy, Soldiers, adien! I have what I wonld have, Came in strong rescue. Speak thy father's care; Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. Art thou not weary, John? How dost thou fare?

[Dies. Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,

Alarums. Ereunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving Now thou art seald the son of chivalry?

the two bodies. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BUKFly, to revenge my death, when I am dead; The help of one stands me in little stead.

GUNDY, Bastard, LA PUCELLE, and Forces. 0, too much folly is it, well I wot,

Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue To hazard all our lives in one small boat.

in, If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,

We should have found a bloody day of this. To-morrow I shall die with mickle age :

Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging. By me they nothing gain, an if I stay,

wood, 'Tis but the short'ning of my life one day:

Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:

Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's But- with a proud majestical high scorn,

fame: All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay;

He answer'd thus; Young Talbot was not born All these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away.

To be the pillage of a giglot wench: John. The sword of Orleans hath not made So rushing in the bowels of the French, me smart,

[heart:

He left me proudly, as unworthy fight. These words of yours draw life-blood from my

Bur, Doubtless, he would have made a noble On that advantage, bought with such a shame

knight: (To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame),

See, where he lies inhersed in the arts

Of the most bloody nurser of his harms.
Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die :

Bast. Hew them to pieces, back their bones And like me to the peasant boys of France;

asunder; To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance !

Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder Surely, by all the glory you have won,

Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we have An if I fly I am not Talbot's son:

During the life, let us not wrong it dead. (tled Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot; Enter Sir William LUCY, attended, a French If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot. (Crete,

Herald preceding. Tal. Then follow thon thy desperate sire of Lucy. Herald, Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet: Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side; Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day. And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride. Char. On what submissive message art thou

TExeunt. sent? SCENE VII. Another part of the Same.

Lucy. Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere

French word; Alarum: Escursions. Enter TALBOT wounded, sup- We English warriors wot not what it means. ported by a Servant.

I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en, Tal. Where is my other life? mine own is and to survey the bodies of the dead. [is. gone;

[John ?-

Char.For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison 0, where's young Talbot ?-Where is valiant But tell me whom thou seek'st. Triumphant death, smeard with captivity!

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Young Talbot'svalour makes me smile at thee Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury? When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee, Created, for his rare success in arms, His bloody sword he brandish'd over me, Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and VaAnd, like a hungry lion, did commence

lence; Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience;

Lord Talbot, of Goodrig and Urchinfield, But, when my angry guardant stood alone, Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Tend'ring my ruin, and assail'd of none,

Alton,

[Sheffield, Dizzy-ey'd fury, and great rage of heart, Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Suddenly made him from my side to start The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge; Into the clust'ring battle of the French:

Knight of the noble order of Saint George, And in that sea of blood my boy did drench

Worthy Saint Michael, and the golden fleece; His overmounting spirit; and there died Great Mareschal to Henry the Sixth, My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

Of all his wars within the realm of France ? Enter Soldiers, bearing the Body of John TALROT. Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed ! Serv. O my dear lord ! lo, where your son is The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms bath, borne !

(here to scorn, Writes not so tedious a style as this.Tal. Thou antick death, which laugli'st us Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles, Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,

Stinking and flyblown, lies here at our feet. Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,

Lucy. Is Talbot slain; the Frenchman's only Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,

scourge, In thy despite shall 'scape mortality: Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis ? O thou whose wounds become hard-favoured 0, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, death,

That I, in rage, might shoot them at your iacus.

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