John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. If death be so apparent, then both fly. Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and die? My age was never tainted with such shame. John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame? Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. SCENE VI. A Field of Battle. Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight: John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son: Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire, It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage, And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed And misbegotten blood I spill of thine, Mean and right poor; for that pure blood of mine, Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy: Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy, Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care; Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly, To hazard all our lives in one small boat. John. The sword of Orleans hath not made mo smart, These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart: The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die: Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot; If son 10 Talbot, die at Talbot's foot. 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; [Exeunt, SCENE VII. Another Part of the same. Alarum: Excursions. Enter TALBOT wounded, sup→ ported by a Servant. Tal. Where is my other life? mine own is gone; 0, where's young Talbot?-Where is valiant John?Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity! Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee: - Tend'ring my ruin, and assail'd of none, Enter Soldiers, bearing the Body of JOHN Talbot. Serv. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is borne! Tal. Thou antick 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- Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's, ragingwood, Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! He answer'd thus: Young Talbot was not born 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. Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead. Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY, attended, a French Herald preceding. Lucy. Herald, Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know Char. On what submissive message art thou sent? Lucy. Submission, Dauphin? 'tis a mere French word; We English warriors wot hot what it means. Char. For prisoners ask'st 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 Shrewsbury? Created, for his rare success in arms, Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence; Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton, Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield, The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge; Of all his wars within the realm of France? Tim, that thou magnifiest with all these titles, Lucy. Is Talbot slain; the Frenchman's only scourge, Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis? O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces! It were enough to fright the realm of France: Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, Char. Go, take their bodies hence. I'll bear them hence: But from their ashes shall be rear'd A phoenix that shall make all France afeard. Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt. And now to Paris, in this conquering vein: [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, and EXETER. K. Hen. Have you perus'd the letters from the pope, The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac? Glo. I havé, my lord; and their intent is this, They humbly sue unto your excellence, To have a godly peace concluded of, Between the realms of England and of France. K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their motion ? Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To stop effusion of our Christian blood, And 'stablish quietness on every side. K. Ilen. 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. Glo. Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect, And surer bind, this knot of amity, The earl of Armagnac -near knit to Charles, Proffers his only daughter to your grace In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. And fitter is my study and my books, Than wanton dalliance with a paramour. Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please, |