Surely by all the glory you have won,

An if I fly I am not Talbot's fon.

Then talk no more of flight; it is no boot,
If fon to Talbot die at Talbot's foot.

Tal. Then follow thou thy defp'rate fire of Crete, Thou Icarus! thy life to me is fweet:

If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's fide;
And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride. [Exeunt.

Alarm excurfions.

VII.

Enter old Talbot led by the
French.

Tal. Where is my other life? mine own is gone.
O! where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?
Triumphant death, fmear'd with captivity!
Young Talbot's valour makes me finile at thee.
When he perceiv'd me fhrink, and on my knee,
His bloody fword he brandifh'd over me,
And, like a hungry lion, did commence
Rough deeds of rage, and ftern impatience;
But when my angry guardant stood alone,
Tend'ring my ruin, and affail'd of none,
Dizzy-ey'd fury and great rage of heart
Suddenly made him from my fide to start,
Into the cluft'ring battle of the French,
And, in that fea of blood, my boy did drench
His over-mounting fpirit; and there dy'd
My Icarus! my bloffom in his pride!

Enter John Talbot, borne.

Serv. O my dear Lord! lo! where your fon is borne. Tal. Thou antic death, which laught'ft us here to scorn,

Anon, from thy infulting tyranny,

Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,

Two Talbots winged through the lither sky,
In thy defpight, thall 'fcape mortality.

O thou, whofe wounds become hard-favour'd death,
Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath.
Brave death, by speaking whether he will or no ;>
Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.

Poor boy! he fmiles, methinks, as who fhould fay, "Had death been French, then death had died. to-day."

Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms;
My fpirit can no longer bear thefe harms.

Soldiers, adieu. I have what I would have,

Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. . [Dies

ACT V.

SCENE I.

Continues near Bourdeaux.

Enter, Charles, Alanfon, Burgundy, Bastard and

Pucelle.

Charles.

AD York and Somerset brought rescue in,

Baft. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging brood

Did flesh his puny fword in Frenchmens' blood!

Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said: "Thou maiden youth, be vanquifh'd by a maid." But with a proud, majeftical, high scorn

He anfwer'd thus: " Young Talbot was not born
"To be the pillage of a giglot wench."
So, rufhing in the bowels of the French,
He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.

Bur. Doubtlefs he would have made a noble knight:

See where he lyes, inherfed in the arms
Of the most bloody nurfer of his harms.

Baft. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones afunder,

Whofe life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Char. Oh, no. Forbear. For that which we have

fied.

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.

Char. On what fubmiflive meflage art thou fent?:
Lucy. Submillion, Dauphin? 'tis a meer French,
word,

We English warriors wot not what it means.
I.come to know what prifoners thou haft ta'en,
And to furvey the bodies of the dead.

Char. For prifoners afk'st thou? hell our prifon is. But tell me whom thou feek'it ?

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewibury? Created, for his rare fuccefs in arms,

Great Earl of Wathford, Waterford, and Valence, Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchingfield,

Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of
Sheffield,

The thrice victorious Lord of Faulconbridge,
Knight of the noble order of St George,
Worthy St Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
Great Marfhal to our King Henry the Sixth
Of all his wars within the realm of France.

Pucel. Here is a filly, ftately ftyle, indeed.
The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not fo tedious a ftyle as this.

Him that thou magnify'ft with all these titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lyes here at our feet.
Lucy. IsTalbot flain, the Frenchmens' only scourge,
Your kingdom's terror and black Nemefis?
Oh, were mine eye balls into bullets turn'd,
That Lin rage might fhoot 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 left among you here,
It would amaze the proudeft of you all.
Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial as befeems their worth.

Pucel. I think this upftart is old Talbot's ghoft; He fpeaks with fuch a proud.commanding fpirit.

For God's fake let him have 'em; to keep them here,
They would but stink and putrify the air.
Char. Go, take their bodies hence.
Lucy. I'll bear them hence;

But from their afhes, Dauphin, fhall be rear'd
A phoenix, that fhall make all France afear'd.
Char. 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 flain. [Exeunt.

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 ftop effufion of our Chriftian blood,

And stablish quietnefs on ev'ry fide.

K. Henry Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought It was both impious and unnatural,

That fuch immanity and bloody ftrife

Should reign among profeffors of one faith.

Glou. Befide, my Lord, the fooner to effect
And furer 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 fumptuous dowry. K. Henry. Marriage? alas! my years are yet too young

And fitter is my study and my books,

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet call th' ambassadors; and, as you please,

So let them have their answers ev'ry one.
I fhall be well content with any choice
Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.
Enter Winchester, and three Ambajadors.

Exet. What, is my Lord of Winchester install❜d, And call'd unto a Cardinal's degree? Then I perceive that will be verify'd Henry the Fifth did fometime prophesy ;. "If once he come to be a Cardinal, "He'll make his cap coëqual with the crown." K. Heury. My Lords Ambaffadors, your fev'ral suits Have been confider'd and debated on. Your purpose is both good and reasonable; And therefore are we certainly refolv'd To draw conditions of a friendly peace, Which by my Lord of Winchefter we mean Shall be transported prefently to France. Glou. And for the proffer of my Lord your master, I have inform'd his Highnefs fo at large; As, liking of the Lady's virtuous gifts, Her beauty, and the value of her dower, He doth intend the fhall be England's Queen. K.Henry In argument and proof of which contract, Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection. And fo, my Lord Protector, fee them guarded, And fafely brought to Dover; where, inthipp'd, . Commit them to the fortune of the fea.

[Exeunt King and train.. Win. Stay, my Lord Legate, you fhall first receive The fum of money which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his Holinefs.

For cloathing me in thefe grave ornaments.
.. Legate. I will attend upon your Lordship's leifure,
Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudeft'peer.

Humphry of Glo'lter, thou shalt well perceive,
That nor in birth, or for authority,

The Bishop will be over-borne by thee:
I'll either make thee ftoop, and bend ly knee,
Or fack this country with a mutiny.

[Exeunt