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Beside, What infamy will there arise,

Enter General aloft. When foreign princes shall be certify'd,

English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,

Servant in arms to Harry king of England; King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,

And thus he would,- -Open your city gates, Destroy'd themselves,and lost the realmof France 5 Be humbled to us; call my sovereign yours, O, think upon the conquest of my father, And do him homage as obedient subjects, My tender years; and let us not forego And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: That for a trifle, which was bought with blood ! But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace, Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. You tempt the fury of my three attendants, I see no reason, if I wear this rose,

10 Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;

[Putting on a red rose. Who, in a moment, even with the earth That any one should therefore be suspicious Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers, I more incline to Somerset, than York:


forsake the offer of their love.
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both: Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
As well they may upbraid me with my crown, 15 Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge!
Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
But your discretions better can persuade, On us thou canst not enter, but by death;
Than I am able to instruct or teach:

For, I protest, we are well fortify'd, And therefore, as we hither canie in peace, And strong enough to issue out and fight : So let us still continue peace and love.- 20 If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, Cousin of York, we institute your grace

Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee: To be our regent in these parts of France :-- On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, And, good my lord of Somerset, unite

To wall thee from the liberty of flight; Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;- And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, 25But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, Go chearfully together, and digest

And pale destruction meets thee in the face. Your angry choler on your enemies.

Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament, Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest, To rive their dangerous artillery After some respite, will return to Calais ; Upon no christian soul but English Talbot. Froin thence to England; where I hope ere long|30 Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man, To be presented, by your victories,

Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit: With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout. This is the latest glory of thy praise,

[Flourish. Exeunt. That I, thy enemy, due' thee withal; Manent York, Warwick, Exeter, and Vernon. For ere the glass, that now begins to run,

War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king|35 Finish the process of his sandy hour, Prettily, methought, did play the orator. These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,

York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. In that he wears the badge of Somerset.

[Drum afur of: War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, him not;

40 Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul; I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. York. And, if I wist', he did-But let it rest;

[Exit from the walls. Other atfairs must now be managed. [Exeunt.

Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;
Manet Exeter.

Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their Ere. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress 450, negligent and heedless discipline! (wings.-thy voice :

How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale; For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, A little herd of England's timorous deer, I fear, we should have seen decypher'd there Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs ! More rancorous spight, more furious raging broils, If we be English deer, be then in blood : Than yet can be imagin’d or suppos’d. 50 Not rascal* like, to fall down with a pinch; But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees But rather moody mad, and desperate stags, This jarring discord of nobility,

Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, This should'ring of each other in the court, And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: This factious bandying their favourites, Sell every man his life as dear as mine, But that he doth presage some ill event. 55 And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. 'Tis much, when scepters are in children's hands; God, and saint George! Talbot, and England's But more, when envy breeds unkind division ;

right! Therecomesthe ruin, there begins confusion. [Exit. Prosper ourcolours in thisdangerousfight![Exeunt. SCENE II.


Before the realls of Bourdeaur.

Another part of France.
Enter Talbot, with trumpets and drum. Enter a Messenger meeting York, roho enters wih
Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter,

a trumpet, and niany soldiers. Summon their general unto the wall. [Sounds. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,

'i. e. if I knew. ri, e, to direct. 3 To due is to endue, to deck, to grace. * A rascal deer means a lean poor deer.




and givel



That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?

SCENE IV. Aless. They are return'd, my

Another part of France.. it out,

Enter Somerset, with his Army. That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, Som. It is too late: I cannot send them now: To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along, 5 This expedition was by York and Talbot By your espials were discovered

Too rashly plotted; all our general force Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led; Might with the sally of the very town Which join'd with him, and made their march Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot for Bourdeaux.

Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour York. A plague upon that villain Somerset; 10 By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure : That thus delays my promised supply

York set him on to fight, and die in shame, Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege ! That,Talbot dead, great York might bearthename. Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;

Capt. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me And I am lowted' by a traitor villain,

Set from our o'er-matchi'd forces forth for aid. And cannot help the noble chevalier:


Enter Sir Willium Lucy. God comfort him in this necessity!

Som. How


Sir William? whither were If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

you sent? Enter Sir William Lucy.

Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and Lucy. Thouprincelyleader of our English strength,

sold lord Talbot ; Never so needful on the earth of France, 20 Who, ring'd about ’ with bold adversity, Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ;

Cries out for noble York and Somerset, Who now is girdled with a waist of iron, To beat assailing death from his weak legions. And hemm'd about with grim destruction : And whiles the honourable captain there To Bourdeaux,warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs, Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's ho-25 and, in advantage ling’ring ', looks for rescue,

You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour, York. O God! that Somerset-who in proud Keep off aloof with worthless emulation *. heart

Let not your private discord keep away Doth stop my cornets--were in Talbot's place! The levied succours that shall lend him aid, So should we save a valiant gentleman, 30 While he, renowned noble gentleman, By forfeiting a traitor, and a coward.

Yields up his life unto a world of odds: Nad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep,

Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy, That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. Alençon, Reignier, compass him about, Lucy. O,send somesuccour to the distress'd lord! And Talbot perisheth by your default. [him aid. York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlikes35 Som. York set him on, York should have sent word:

Lucy. And York as fast upon your graceexclaims; We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; Swearing, that you withhold his levied host, All ’long of this vile traitor Somerset.

Collected for this expedition.

(the horse; Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's Som. York lies; he might have sent, and had soul !

(șince, 40I owe him little duty, and less love; And on his son young John; whom, two hours And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending. I met in travel towards his warlike father!

Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of This seven years did not Talbot see his son;

France, And now they meet where both their lives are done. Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Talbot.

York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have, 45 Never to England shall he bear his life; To bid his young son welcome to his grave? But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife. Away! vexation alnıost stops my breath,

Som. Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.- Within six hours they will be at his aid. (straight: Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can, Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en, or slain: But curse the cause I cannot aid the man. 50 For fiy he could not, if he would have fled; Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, And tly would Talbot never, though he might. 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay.

Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu! Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition

Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,

[Exeunt. Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss

155) The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,

SCENE V. That ever-living man of memory,

A Field of Battle near Bourdeaux. Henry the fifth :-Whiles they each other cross,

Enter Talbot, and his Son. Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee,

[Exeunt. 60 To tutor thee in stratagems of war; lj. e. I am let down, I am lowered. ? i. e. environed, encircled. 'i. e. protracting his resistance by the advantage of a strong post. In this line, emulation signifies merely rivalry, not struggle for superior excellence. 3.


in you.

That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, Where is John Talbot:--Pause, and take thy breath; When sapless age, and weak unable limbs,


gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death. Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son: But,-0 malignant and ill-boding stars! The life, thou gav'st me first, was lost and done; Now art thou come unto a feast of death', 5 "Till with thy warlike sword, despight of fate, A terrible and unavoided danger:

To my determin'd time thou gav'st new date. Therefore, dear boy, mount on myswiftest horse; Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape

struck fire, By sudden flight: come, dally not, begone. It warm’d thy father's heart with proud desire

John. Is my name Talbot? and am I your son : 10 Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age,
And shall I tiy? O! if you love my mother, Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage,
Dishonour not her honourable name,

Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy,
To make a bastard, and a slave of me:

And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee. The world will say–He is not Talbot's blood, The ireful bastard Orleans—that drew blood That bascly fled, when noble Talbot stood. 15 From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood

Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. Of thy first fight--I soon encountered; John. He that flies so, will ne'er return again. And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. Some of his bastard blood; and, in disgrace, John. Then, let me stay; and, father, do you fly: Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, base, Your loss is great, so your regard ? should be;' 20 And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine, My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. Mean and right poor; for that pure blood of mine, Upon my death the French can little boast; Whichthou didst force from Talbot, my 'rare boy:In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost. Here, purposing the bastard to destroy, Flight cannot stain th¢ honour you have won; Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care; But mine it will, that no exploit have done : 25 Art not thou weary, John? How dost thou fare? You fled for vantage, every one will swear; Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly, Bat if I bow, they'll say—it was for fear. Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry? There is no hope that ever I will stay,

Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead; If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away. The help of one stands me in little stead. Here, on my knee, I beg mortality,

30 Oh, too much folly is it, well I wot, Rather than life preservd with infamy.

To hazard all our lives in one small boat., Tal. Shallallthy mother's hopes lie in one tombi If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage, John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's To-morrów I shall die with mickle age : womb.

By me they nothing gain, and if I stay, Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. |35'T'is but the shortning of my life one day: John. To fight I will

, but not to fly the foe. In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, Tal. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. Mydeath's revenge, thy youth and England'sfame: John. No part of him, but will be shame in me. All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay; Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not All these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away. (smart, lose it.

[abuse it? 40 John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me John. Yes, your renowned name ; Shall fight These words of yours draw-life-blood from my Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from

heart: that stain.

Oh what advantage, bought with such a shame, John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame! If death be so apparent, then both fly. [die: 45 Before young Talbot froin old Talbot fly,

Tal. And leave my followers here to fight and The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die!
My age was never taintedwith such shame. blame: And like 'me to the peasant boy's of France;

John. And shall my youth be guilty of such To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance!
No more can I be sever'd from your side, Surely, by all the glory you have won,
Than can yourself yourself in twain divide : 50 And if I ty, I am not Talbot's son:
Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
For live I will not, if my father die.

If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.

Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet: Come, side by side together live and die; 55 If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side. And soul with soul froin France to heaven fly. And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride. [Excunt.

[Exeunt. SCENE VÍ.

SCENE VII. Alarum:ercursions, wherein Talbot's son is hemm’d Alarum : excursions. Enter old Talbot, led by the about, and Talbot rescues him.


French. Tal. Saint George, and victory! fight, soldiers, Tal. Where is my other life mine own is The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, (fight:

gone: And left us to the rage of France's syord. 10, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?

: To a field where death will be feasted with slaughter. - Meaning, your care of your own safety. ' ic. make me like, or reduce me to a level with, the peasant boys, &c.


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Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity!! Anon from thy insulting tyranny,
Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:- Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee, Two Talbots, winged through the lither : sky,
His bloody sword he brandish'd over me, In thy despight, shall ’scape mortality:-
And, like a hungry lion, did commence 5 Othouwhosewounds become hard-favoureddeath,
Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience: Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath:
But when my angry guardant stood alone, Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
Tend'ring. my ruin, and assail'd of none, Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe:-
Dizzy-ey'd fury and great rage of heart, Poor boy! he smiles, methinks; as who should
Suddenly made him from my side to start

say Into the clust'ring battle of the French:

Had deathbeenFrench,then death haddied to-day. And in that sea of blood my boy did drench Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; His over-mounting spirit; and there dy'd

My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
Enter Jolin Talbot, borne.

15 Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. Serv. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is

(Dies. borne!

[scorn, Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here tol


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1251. Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Continues near Bourdeaux.

l'aliant lord Talbot, varl of Shrewsbury?

Created for his rare success in arms, Enter Charles, Alençon, Burgundy, Bastard, and

Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence; Joan la Pucelle.

Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Crchinfield, York and Somerset brought|30 Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton, rescue in,

Lord Cromwellofl'ingfield, lord Furnival of Shef. We should have found a bloody day of this. The thrice victorious lord of Talconbridge; (tield, Bast. Ilow the young whelp of Talbot's raging- Knight of the noble order of Saint George, wood,

Worthy saint Michael, and the golden flecce; Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood: 35 Great Marshall to Henry the sixth,

Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, Of all his wars within the realm of France ? Thou maiden youth, be ranquish'd by a maid: Pucel. Here is a silly stately style, indeed! But--with a proud, majestical, high scorn- The Turk, that two-and-litty kingdoms hath, He answer'd thus; Young Talbot ruas not born- Writes not so tedious a style as this. To be the pillage ng a giglots trench :

10 Him, that thou magnify'st with all these titles, So, rushing in the bowels of the French, Stinking, and fly-blow n, lies here at our feet. He left me proudly, as unworthy fight. [knight: Luuy. Is Talbot slain; the Frenchman's only Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble

scourge, See, where he lies inhersed in the arms

Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis? Of the most bloody nurser of his harms. [asunder; 45 Oli, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,

Bast. Hiew them to pieces, back their bones That I, in rage, miglit shoot them at your faces ! Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Oh, that I could but call these dead to life,

Char. Oh, no; forbear: for that which we have It were enough to fright the realm of France : During the life, let us not wrong it dead. [tled

Were but his picture lest among you here,
Enter Sir William Lucy.

50 It would amaze the proudest of you all. Lucy. Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, tent; to know

Ind give them burial, as beseeins their worth. Who hath obtain’d the glory of the day:

Pucel. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, Char. On what submissive message art thou sent: He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit. Lucy. Submission, Dauphin? 'tis a mere French 55 For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them word;

They would but stink, and putrefy the air. [here, We English warriors wot not what it means. Char. Go, take their bodies hence. I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta’en, Lucy. I'll bear And to survey the bodies of the dead.

Them hence: but from their ashes shall be rear'd Char. Forprisoners asks't thou? hell our prison is. 60 A phenis, that shall make all France afeard. [wilt. But tell me whom thou seek'st.

| Char. Sowe berid of them, do with him what thou 'i.e. stained and dishonoured with captivity: ? i. e. watching me with tenderness in my fall. · Lither is flexible or yielding. " Raging-wood signifies raging mad. ? Giglst is a wanton, or a strumpet. And now to Paris, in this conquering vein;

Comunit them to the fortune of the sea. All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

[Exeunt King, and train. [Exeunt. l'in. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first receive SCENE II.

The sum of money, which I promised

5 should be deliver'd to his holiness

For clothing me in these brave ornarnents. Enter King Henry, Gloster, and Exeter. Legate. I will attend upon yourlordship’s leisure. K.Henry. Have you perus’d the letters from the

Win. Now Winchester will not submit, I trow, The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac? [pope,

Or be inferior to the proudest peer. Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is this, — 10 Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, They humbly sue unto your excellence,

That, nor'in birth, nor for authority, To have a godly peac. concluded of,

The bishop will be overborne by thee: Between the realms of England and of France.

I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee, K. Henry. How doth your grace affect their

Or sack this country with a mutiny. [Exeunt. motion ?

15 Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means

SCENE III. To stop effusion of our Christian blood,

France. And stablish quietness on every side.

Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alençon, and Joan la K.Henry. Ay,marry, uncle; for I alwaysthought,

Pucelle. It was both impious and unnatural,

.0 Dau. These news, my lords, may

cheer our That such immanity' and bloody strife

drooping spirits: Should reign among professors of one faith.

'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, Glo. Beside, my lord,-the sooner to effect,

And turn again unto the warlike French. [France, And surer bind, this knot of amity,

Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of The earl of Armagnac-near knit to Charles, 25 And keep not back your powers in dalliance. A man of great authority in France,

Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Proffers his only daughter to your grace

Else, ruin combat with their palaces ! la marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.

Enter a Scout. K. Henry. Marriage? uncle, alas! my years are

Scout. Success unto our valiant general, And fitter is my study and my books, (young;

30 And happiness to his accomplices! [speak. Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.,

Dau. What tidings send our scouts? I pr’ythee, Yet call the ambassadors; and, as you please,

Scout. The English army, that divided was So let them have their answers every one.

Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one; I shall be well content with any choice

And means to give you battle presently.

35 Tends to God's glory, and nıy country's weal.

Dau. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; Enter a Legate, and ito Ambussadors; with Win- But we will presently provide for them. chester as Cardinal.

Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Ere. What! is my lord of Winchester install’d, Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. And callid unto a cardinal's degree!

Pucel.Of all base passions, fear is most accurs’d:-Then, I perceive, that will be verify'd,

10 Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; Henry the fifth did sometime prophesy,

Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. If once he come to be a cardinal,

Dau. Then on, my lords; and France be forHe'll make his cup co-equal writh the crown.


[Exeunt. K.Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits Have been consider'd and debated on.

SCENE IV. Your purpose is both good and reasonable: Alarum : excursions. Enter Joan la Pucelle. And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd

Pucel. The regent conquers,and the Frenchmen To draw conditions of a friendly peace;

Now help, ye charining spells,and periapts”;[tly.--
Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean and ye choice spirits, that admonish me,
Shall be transported presently to France. 50 and give me signs of future accidents! (Thunder.

Glo. And for the profferof mylordyour master,- You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
I have inform’d his highness so at large,

Under the lordly monarch of the north',
As—liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,

Appear, and aid me in this enterprize! Her beauty, and the value of her dower,

Enter Fiends. He doth intend she shall be England's queen.

55 This speedy and quick appearance argues proof K. Henry. In argument and proof of which Of your accustom'd diligence to me. contract,

Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cullid Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection. Out of the powerful regions under earth, And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, Help me this once, that France may get the field. And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp’d,160)

[They walk, and speak not. 'i. e. barbarity, savageness. ? Periapts were charms sewed up and worn about the neck as preservatives from disease or danger. Of these, the first chapter of St. John's Gospel was deemed the bost efficacious. *The north was always supposed to be the particular habitation of bad spirits. Plilion assembles the rebel angels in the north. Qo3


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