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The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word,
sotr. O, twice my father! twice am I thy son.
Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck It warm’d thy father's heart with proud desire (fire, Of bold-face'd victory. Then leaden age Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage, Beat down Alanton, Orleans, Burgundy, And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee. The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood Of thy first fight, I soon encountered ; And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed Some of his baltard-blood; and in disgrace Bespoke him thus. Contaminated, bale, And mitbegotten blood I spill of thine, Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine, Which thou didic force from Talbot, my brave boyHere, purposing the bastard to destroy, Came in strong refcue. Speak, thy father's care, Art not thou weary, John? how doft thou fare? Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly, Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry? Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead; The help of one stands me in little stead. Oh, too much folly is it, well I wot, To hazard all our lives in one small boat. If I to-day die not with Frenchmens' rage, To-morrow I shall die with mickle age. By me they nothing gain; and if I stay, 'Tis but the short’ning of my life one day. In thee thy mother dies, our houshold's name, My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame. All these, and more, we hazard by thy ftay; All these are fav’d if thou wilt fly away.
John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart; "These words of your's draw life-blood from my heart.
.Out on that vantage bought with such a shame,
To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame!
Tal. Then follow thou thy defp'rate fire of Crete,
Enter John Talbot, borne.
Tal. Thou antic Death, which laugh'ft us here to Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
[fcorn, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, Two Talbots winged through the lither sky, In thy despight, shall 'fcape mortality.
O thou, whose wounds become hard favour'd death,
A C I V. SCENE I.
Continues near Bourdeaux. Enter Dauphin, Alanson, Burgundy, Bastard and Pu
celle. Dau. AD York and Somerset brought rescue in,
We should have found a bloody day of this. Baft. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging brood Did Aeth his puny sword in Frenchmens' blood!
Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said: “ Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid.” But, with a proud, majestical, high scorn, He answer'd thus : “ Young Talbot was not born “ To be the pillage of a giglot wench.” So, rushing in the bowels of the French, He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
Bur. Doubtless he would have made a noble knight. See where he lies inhersed in the arms Of the most bloody nurser of his harms.
Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
Dau. Oh, no; forbear: for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
Enter Sir William Lucy.
yield thy breath.
Lucy. Submission, Dauphin? 'tisa meré French word We
e English warriors wot not what it means. I come to know what prisoners thou häft ta'en; And to survey the bodies of the dead.
Dau. For prisoners aik'it thou ? hell our prison is. But tell me whom thou seek'st?
Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field,
Pucel. Here is a lilly, stately tyle, indeed.
Lucy. Is Talbot flain, the Frenchmens' only scourge,
all: Give me their bodies, that I may bear then hence, And give them burial as befeems their worth.
Pucel. I think this upitart is old Talbot's ghost, He speaks with such a proud com:nanding spirit. For God's fake, let him have 'em; to keep them here. They would but stink and putrify the air.
Dail. Go, take their bodies hence.
Lucy. I'll bear them hence':
Dau. So we be rid of them, do what thou wilt. And now to Paris, in this conqu’ring vein ; All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. [Exeunt.
SCENE II. Changes to England.
Glou. I have, my Lord; and their intent is this,
K. Henry. How doth your Grace affect this motion?
Glou. Well, my good Lord; and as the only means To stop effusion of our Chriftian blood, And Itablish quietness on ev'ry side.
K. Henry. Ay, marry, uncle, for I always thought
Glou. Beside, my Lord, the fooner to effet
K. Henry. Marriage ? alas! my years are yet too
choice Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.
Enter Winchester, and three Ambassadors. Exe. What, is my Lord of Winchester installid, And callid unto a Cardinal's degree? Then I perceive that will be verify'd Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy: " If once he came to be a Cardinal, “ He'll make his cap.coequal with the crown.”'