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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 tov, 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 Francei 5 Be humbled to us; call my sovereign yours, O, think upon the conquest of my father, And do himn 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 teinpt 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:
If you 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, 150ur 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 came in peace, And strong enough to issue out and fight : So let us still continue peace and love. 20If 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 mects 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. From 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, duethce 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 afar off. 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, be 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 affairs must now be managed. (Exeunt.
Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy ;-
Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their Exe. 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 scen decypher'd there Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs ! Morerancorous 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 of 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. '1 is 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![Ereunt. SCENE II.
SCEN E III.
Another part of France.
a trumpet, and many soldiers. Summon their general unto the wall. [Sounds. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
'i. e. if I knew. *ị. c. to drat. . To due is to endue, to deck, to grace. * Arascal deer means a lean poor deer.
That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
Another part of France.
Enter Somerset, with his Army.
Too rashly plotted; all our general force
Hath sullied all his gloss of foriner honour
York set him on to fight, and die in shamne,
Capt. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. And cannot help the noble chevalier :
Enter Sir William Lucy.
Som. How now, Sir William? whither were
you sent? Enter Sir William Lucy.
Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and
sold lord Talbot ;
Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
Let not your private discord keep away
his life unto a world of odds:
And Talbot perisheth by your default. [him aid. York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike 35 Som. York set him on, York should have sent word :
Lucy. And York as fast upon your graceexclaiins; 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. Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's Som. York lies; he might have sent, and had soul!
(since, 40 I 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
York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have, 45 Never to England shall he bear his life;
strife. Away! vexation alnıost stops my breath,
Som. Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen
Lucy. Too late comés rescue; he is ta'en, or slain:
Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu!
Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
[Excunt Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
A Field of Battle near Bourdeaur.
Enter Tulbot, and his Son.
[Ereunt. 60 To tutor thec in stratagems of war;
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,–O 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:
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
struck fire, By sudden tight: come, dally not, begone. It warm’d thy father's heart with proud desire John
. Is my name Talbot? and am I'vour son: 10Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age, And shall I tly? O! if you love my mother, Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlikerage, Dishonour not her honourable name,
Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy,
And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee.
, to revenge my death, if I be slain. of thy first fight---I soon encountered;
And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed
. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. Some of his bastard blood; and, in disgrace, Jokr. Then, let me stay; and, father, do you fly: Bespoke him
thus: Contaminated, base, Your loss is great, so your regard 2 should be;"""20 And mis-begoiten blood I spill of thine, Mly worth unknown, no loss is known in me. Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine, l'pon my death the French can little boast; Whichthou didst force from Talbot, mylrrate boy:
In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost. Here, purposing the bastard to destroy, imbas Flight cannot stain the 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.
30 Oh, too much folly is it, well I wot,
To hazard all our lives in one small boat. r
. Shall allthy mother's hopes lie in one tomb: If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
By me they nothing gain, and if I stay,
Mydeath'srevenge, thyyouth and England'sfame:
All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay; Tad. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not
All these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away. (smart, lose it.
fabuse it :40 Jolin. The sword of Orleans liath not made me John. Yes, your renowned name ; Shall figlit These words of yours draw life-blood from my Tul. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from
Oh what advantage, bought with such a shame,
[die: 45 Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
. And leave my followers here to fight and The coward horse, that bears me, fall and dic! Myage was nevertaintedwith such shame. blame: And like’ me to the peasant boys of France;
John. And shall my youth be guilty of such To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance!.
Surely, by all the glory you have won,
If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:
[Excunt. SCENE VI.
: excursions. Enter old Talbot, led by the about, and Talbot rescues him.
. Saint George, and victory! fight, soldiers, Tal. Where is my other life? -mine own is Theregent hath with Talbot broke his word, [hight:
gone: us to the rage of France's sword. 10, where's young Talboti where is valiant Jolin To a field where death win be feasted with slaughter. ? Meaning, your care of your own safety. *. c. make me like, or reduce me to a level with, the peasant boys, &c.
Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity! Anon from thy insulting tyranny,
Poor boy! he smiles, methinks; as who should Suddenly made him from my side to start 10
say— Into the clust'ring battle of the French:
Had deathbeenFrench,then death haddied to-day.
Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have, Ti lexist
15 Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. Serv. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is
(Dies. Llavond borne!
(scorn, Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to
251, Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field,
Valiant lord Talbot, earl 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 Urchinfield,
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of ShefWe should have found a bloody day of this. The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge; [field, Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging Knight of the noble order of Saint George, wood",
Worthy saint Michacl, and the golden fleece;
Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, Of all his wars within the realm of France ?
40 Him, that thou magnify'st with all these titles,
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;45Oh, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn di
Bast. Hew them to picces, hack their bones That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces ! Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Oh, that I could but call these dead to life,
Chur. Oh, no; forbear: for that which we have It were enough to fright the realm of France :
all. Lucy. Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, tent; to know
And give them burial, as beseems 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.160 A phænix, that shall make all France afeard. [wilt
. But tell me whom thou seek'st.
Char. So we berid of them, do with him what thou lj. 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. Giglotis a wanton, or astrumpet
And now to Paris, in this conquering vein; Commit them to the fortune of the sea.
(Exeunt King, and train. [Exeunt. Win.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 England.
For clothing me in these brave ornaments. Enter King Henry, Gloster, and Exeter. Legate. Iwill attend upon your lordship's leisure.
Win. Now Winchester will not submit, I trow, K. Henry. Have you perus'd the letters from the 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 súe unto your excellence,
That, nor in birt, nor for authority, To have a gödly peace concluded of,
The bishop will be overborne by thee: Between the realms of England and of France. I'll either make thce stoop, and bend thy knee, K. Henry. How doth your grace affect their
Or sack this country with a mutiny. [Eseunt. motion ?
Enter Dauphin, Burgundil
, Alençon, and Joan la
30 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, 125 And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; A man of great authority in France,Proffers his only daughter to your grace
Else, ruin combat with their palaces !
Enter a Scout.
Scout. Success unto our valiant general,
[speak. Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Dau. What tidings send our scouts: I prythçe,
Scout. The English army, that divided was
Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in onc;
And means to give you battle presently.
Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there;
Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
Pucel. Of all base pássions, fear is most accurs’d:--
10 Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine;
Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.
Dau. Then on, my lords; and France be for
Pucel. The regent conquers and the Frenchmen
Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts'; [fly.-
ye choice spirits, that admonish me,
50 And give me signs of future accidents! (Thunder,
You specdy helpers, that are substitutes
Under the lordlý monarch of the north',
Appear, and aid me in this enterprize!
55 This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
Now, ye familiar spirits, that are culled
[They walk, and speak not.
• 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
*The north was always supposed to be the particular habitation of bad spirits.
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