But when my angry Guardant stood alone,
3 Tendring 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 cluftring 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. 4 Thou antick death, which laught'ft us here to fcorn,

Anon, from thy infulting tyranny,

Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,

Two Talbots winged through the lither fky,
In thy defpight, fhall 'fcape mortality.

O thou, whofe wounds become hard-favour'd death,
Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath.
Brave death by fpeaking, 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 spirit can no longer bear thefe harms.
Soldiers, adieu. I have what I would have,
Now my old arms are young John Talbot's Grave.

3 Tendring my run,] Watching me with tendernefs in my fall.

[Dies.

5 Through the lither fky.] Lther is flexible or yielding. In much the fame fenfe Milton fays, He with broad fails Winnow'd the buxom air.

4 Thou antick death. ] The fool, or antick of the play, made fport by mocking the graver per- That is, the obfequious air. fonages.

ACT V. SCENE I.

Continues near Bourdeaux.

Enter Charles, Alanfcn, Burgundy, Baftard and
Pucelle.

H

CHARLES.

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 flesh his puny fword in Frenchmens' blood!"

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

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. Doubtlefs, he would have made a noble Knight:
See, where he lies 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 fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

6 The return of rhyme where young Talbot is again mentioned, and in no other place, ftrengthens the fufpicion, that these verfes were originally part of fome

other work, and were copied
here only to fave the trouble of
compofing new.

Giglot is a wanten, or a

ftrumpet.

Enter

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 fubmiffive meffage art thou fent? Lucy. Submiffion, 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'ft thou? hell our prifon is. But tell me whom thou feek'ft?

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

Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence,
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urching field,

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

The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge,
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 filly, ftately, ftile, indeed.
The Turk, that two and fifty Kingdoms hath,
Writes not fo tedious a ftile as this.

Him that thou magnify'st 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 turn'd,
That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
Oh, that I could but call thefe 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 speaks with fuch a proud commanding fpirit.
For God's fake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
They would but ftink 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 conquʼring vein;
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's flain. [Exeunt.

SCENE

Changes to England.

11.

Enter King Henry, Gloucefter, and Exeter.

K. Henry.

HAV

AVE 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 ftablish quietnefs on ev'ry fide.

K. Henry.

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 ftudy and my books,
Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet call th' Ambaffadors; 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 Ambassadors.
Exe. What, is my Lord of Winchester inftall'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 coequal with the Crown."

K. Henry. My Lords Ambaffadors, your fev'ral fuits 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 Winchester we mean
Shall be tranfported prefently to France.

Glou. And for the proffer of my Lord your mafter,
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