1 Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and sold lord Talbot; Who, ring'd about with bold adversity, Cries out for noble York and Somerset, To beat assailing death from his weak legions. And Talbot perisheth by your default. Som. York set him on, York should have sent him aid. Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims; Swearing that you withhold his levied host, Collected for this expedition. Som. York lies; he might have sent and had the horse: I owe him little duty, and less love; And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending. Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of France, Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Talbot: Never to England shall he bear his life; Som. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen straight, Within six hours they will be at his aid. Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en, or slain : For fly he could not, if he would have fled; And fly would Talbot never, though he might. Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu ! Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in you. SCENE V. The English Camp near Bourdeaux. JOHN his Son. [Exeunt. Enter TALBOT and Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee, To tutor thee in stratagems of war ; That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, [1] Protracting his resistance by the advantage of a strong post. JOHNSON. [2] In this line, emulation signifies merely rivalry, not struggle for superior ex cellence. JOHNSON. When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse; To make a bastard, and a slave of me : Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb ? John. No part of him, but will be shame in me. If death be so apparent, then both fly. Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and die? 8 To a field where death will be feasted with slaughter. JOHNSON. Your care of your own safety. JOHNSON. My age was never tainted with such shame. John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame? Than can yourself yourself in twain divide: Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Come, side by side together live and die ; And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. A Field of Battle. Alarum: Excursions, wherein Talbot's Son is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him. Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight · The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, And left us to the rage of France's sword. Where is John Talbot ?-pause, and take thy breath; gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death. I John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son : The life, thou gav'st me first, was lost and done; Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck . fire, It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age, Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage, And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee. Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care; Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead, To hazard all our lives in one small boat. All these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away. John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart, Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot; Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet: If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side. SCENE VII. Another part of the same. Alarum: Excursions. [Exeunt. Enter TALBOT wounded, supported by a Servant. Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee :— [5] To like one to the peasants, is, to compare, to level by comparison. 11 VOL. VI. Dizzy-ey'd fury, and great rage of heart, Enter Soldiers, bearing the body of JOHN TALBOT. Serv. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is borne Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn, Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,' Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky," O thou whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, Poor boy! he smiles, methinks; as who should say— Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have, Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. [Dies. Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the two bodies. Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, BURGUNDY, Bastard, LA PUCELLE, and Forces. Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, We should have found a bloody day of this. Bas. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging-wood,' Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! Puc. 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 :2 So, rushing in the bowels of the French, [8] The fool, or antic of the play, made sport by mocking the graver personages. JOHNSON. [9] Lither is flexible or yielding. In much the same sense Milton says: "He with broad sails "Winnow'd the buxom air." That is, the obsequious air. JOHNSON-In the old service of matrimony, the wife was enjoined to be buxom both at bed and board. Buxom, therefore, anciently signified obedient or yielding. STEEVENS. 1] That is, raging mad. STEEVENS. [2] Giglot is a wanton, or strumpet. JOHNSON |