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The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word,
And let us to the rage of France's sword.
Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath;
I gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death.

sotr. O, twice my father! twice am I thy son.
The life thou gav'it me first was lost and done,
Till with thy warlike sword, despight of fate,
To my determin'd time thou gav'st new date.

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!
Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
The coward horse that bears me, fall and die !
And like me to the peasant-boys of France,
To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance.
Surely, by all the glory you have won,
An' if I fly, I am not albot's fon!
Then talk no more of fight, it is no boot ;
If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.

Tal. Then follow thou thy defp'rate fire of Crete,
Thou Icarus ! thy life to me is sweet.
If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side ;
And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride. [Exeunt.

Alarm : excursions. Enter old Talbot, led.
Tal. Where is my other life ? mine own is gone.
O! where's young Talbot ? where is valiant John ?
Triumphant Death, smear'd with captivity!
Young Talbot’s valour makes me smile at thee.
When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee,
His bloody sword he brandish'd over me;
And, like a hungry lion, did commence
Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience.
But when my angry guardant stood alone,
Tend'ring my ruin, and assaild of none,
Dizzy-ey'd fury and great rage of heart
Suddenly made him from my side to start,
Into the clust'ring battle of the French :
And, in that sea of blood, my boy did drench
His over-mounting fpirit; and there dy'd
My Icarus ! my blossom in his pride !

Enter John Talbot, borne.
Serv. O my dear Lord ! lo! where your son is 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,

O thou, whose wounds become hard favour'd death,
Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath.
Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms;
My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
Soldiers, adieu ! I have what I would have,
Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.




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.
Lucy. Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent, to know
Who hath obtain’d the glory of the day.
Dau. On what submissive message art thou sent?

yield thy breath.
Brave Death by speaking, whether he will or no.
Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.
Poor boy! he smiles, me hinks, as who should fay,
Had Death been French, then Death had died to-day.
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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,
Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewlbury ?
Created, for his rare success in arms,
Great Earl of Wathford, Waterford, and Valence,
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urehin field ;
Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
Lord Cromwel of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Shef-
The thrice victorious Lord of Fauleonbridge, [field,
Knight of the noble order of St. George,
Worthy St Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
Great Marshal to our King Henry the Sixth
Of all his wars within the realm of France.

Pucel. Here is a lilly, stately tyle, indeed.
The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not fo tedious a style as this.
Him that thou magnify'it with all these titles,
Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.

Lucy. Is Talbot flain, the Frenchmens' only scourge,
Your kingdom's terror and black Nemefis ?
Oh, were mine eye-balls into bullets tü' n’d,
That I in rage might shoot them at your faces !
Oh, that I could but call these dead to life,
It were enough to fright the realm of France !
Were but his picture lest ainong you here,
It would amaze the proudelt of you

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':
But from their alhes, Dauphin, shall be rear'd
A phenix that shall make all France afear'd.


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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.
Enter King. Henry, Gloucester, and Exeter.
K. Henry. Have you'perus’d the letters from the Pope,
The Emperor, and the Earl of Armagnac ?

Glou. I have, my Lord; and their intent is this,
They humbly fue unto your Excellence,
To have a godly peace concluded of,
Between the realms of England and of France.

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
It was both impious and unnatural,
That such immanity and bloody strife
Should reign among professors of one faith.

Glou. Beside, my Lord, the fooner to effet
And surer bind this knot of amity,
The Earl of Armagnac, near kin to Charles,
A man of great authority in France,
Proffers his only daughter to your Grace
In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.

K. Henry. Marriage ? alas! my years are yet too
And fitter is my study and my books, [young;
Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet call th' ambassadors; and, as you please,
So let them have their answers ev'ry one.
I shall be well content with


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.”'

K. Henry.

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