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Long since we were resolved' of your truih, Were there surpris'd, and taken prisoners. Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Then judçe, great lords, if I have done amiss; Yet never have you tasted our reward,

Or whether that such cowards ought to wea: Or been reguerdon'da with so much as thanks, 'This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. Because till now we never saw your face:

Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamcis, Therefo.e, stand up; and, for these good deserts, And ill beseeming any common man; We here create you earl of Shrewsbury;

Much more a knight, a captairi, and a leader. And in our coronation take your place.

Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, [Ereunt King Henry, Gloster, Talbot, and Knights of the garter were of noble birth; Nobles.

Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage, Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Such as were grown to credit by the wars; Disgracing of these colours that I wear

Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, In honour of my noble lord of York,

But always resolute in most extremes. Dar'si thou maintain the former words thou spo'st? He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort,

Bas. Yes, sir ; as well as you dare patronage Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, The envious barking of your saucy tongue Profaning this most honourable order; Against my lord the duke of Somerset.

And should (if I were worthy to be judge,) Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.

Be quite degraded like a hedge-born swain Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness take ye that. K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen' thou hear'*

Į Strikes him. thy doom : Bas. Villain thou know'st, the law ofarms is such, Be packing therefore, thou that was a knight; That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.Or eke this blow should broach thy dearest blood.

{Exit Fastolfe. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave

And now, my lord protector, view the letter I may have liberty to venge this wrong;

Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy: When thou shalt see, I'll

meet thee to thy cost. Glo. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; his style ? [Vieroing the super scription. And, after, meet you sooner than you would. No more but, plain and bluntly, -To the king ?

(Ereunt. Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign?

Or doth this churlish superscription

Pretend some alteration in good will ?
What's here ?--I have, upon especial cause, --

(Reads. SCENE I.-The same. A room of state. Enter Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck,

King Henry, Gloster, Exeter, York, Suffolk, Together with the pitiful complaints
Somerset, Winchester, Warwick, Talbot, the Of such as your oppression feeds upon,-
Governor of Paris, and others.

Forsaken your pernicious faction,

And join'd with Charles, the rightfud king of Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. France. Win. God save king Henry, of that name the O monstrous treachery! Can this be so; Sixth!

That in alliance, amity, and oaths, Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your path- There should be found such false dissembling guile?

(Governor kneels. K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt ? That you elect no other king but him:

Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foe. Estrem none friends, but such as are his friends; K. Hen. Is that the worst, this letter doth contain? And none your foes, but such as shall pretend'

Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. Malicious practices against his state :

K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!

with him,
(Exeuil Governor and his train. And give hiin chastisement for this abuse :-
Enter Sir John Fastolse.

My lord, how say you ? are you not content?

Tal. Content, my liege ? 'Yes; but that I am Fast. My, gracious sovereign, as I rode from prevented, Calais,

I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd. To haste unto your coronation,

K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

him straight: Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason;

Tal. Shame to the Juke of Burgundy, and thee! And what offence it is, to flout his friends.
I vow'd, base knignt, when I did meet ihee next, Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still,
To tear the garter from thy craven's“ leg, You may behold consusion of your foes.

(Plucking it off (Which I have done) because unworthily

Enler Vernon and Bas; et. Thou wast installed in that high degree.

Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sorercign! Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:

Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too! This dastard, at the battle of Patay,

York. This is my servant; Hear him, noble When but in all I was six thousand strong,

prince! And that the French were almost ten to one, Som. And this is mine ; Sweet Henry, favour!im! Before we met, or that a stroke was given,

K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them leave Like to a trusty 'squire, did run away;

to speak. In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; Say, gentlemien, What makes you thus exclaim? Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,

And wherefore crave you combat ? or with whoin! (1) Confirmed in opinion. (2) Rewarded.

(6) i. e. In greatest extremities. 13) Design. (1) Mean, dastardly. (5) High.

(8) Anticipated.

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Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me My tender years; and let us not forego wrong.

That for a trifle, that was bought with blooa! Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. wrong:

I see no reason, if I wear this rose, K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you both

(Putting on u red ross complain?

That any one should thereforc be suspicious first let me know, and then I'll answer you. I more incline to Somerset, than York:

Bus. Crossing the sea from England into France, Both are my kinsmen, and'I love them both :
This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, As well they inay upbraid me with my crown,
Upbraided me about the rose I wear;

Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
Saying—the sanguine colour of the leaves

But your discretions better can persuade, Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, Than I am able to instruct or teach : When stubbornly he did repugn' the truth, And therefore, as we hither came in peace, About a certain question in the law,

So let us still continue peace and love.Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him; Cousin of York, we institute your grace With other vile and ignominious terms:

To be our regent in these parts of France : In confutation of which rude reproach,

And good my lord of Somerset, unite And in defence of my lord's worthiness,

Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;I crave the benefit of law of arms.

And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord : Go cheerfully together, and digest For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit, Your angry choler on your enemies. To set a gloss upon his bold intent,

Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest, Yct know, my lord, I was provok'd by him ; After some respite, will return to Calais; And he first took exceptions at this badge, From thence to England; where I hope ere long Pronouncing-that the paleness of this flower To be presented, by your victories, Bewray'da the faintness of my master's heart. With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout.

York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? (Flourish. Exeunt King Henry, Glo. Som. Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York,

Win. Suf. and Basset. will out,

War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. Prettily, methought, did play the orator. K. Hen. Good Lord! what madness rules in York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, brain-sick men;

In that he wears the badge of Somerset. When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,

War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him not, Such factious emulations shall arise !

I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,

York. And, if I wist, he did, -But let it rest; Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. Other affairs must now be managed. York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight,

(Exeunt York, Warwick, and Vernon And then your highness shall command a peace. Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;

voice : Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.

For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. I fear, we should have seen decipher'd there Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos’d.

Glo. Confirm it so ? Confounded be your strife! But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees And perish ye, with your audacious prate! This jarring discord of nobility, Presumptuous vassals ! are you not asham'd, This should'ring of each other in the court, With this immodest clamorous outráge

This factious bandying of their favourites, To trouble and disturb the king and us?

But that it doth presage some ill event. And you, my lords,-methinks, you do not well, 'Tis much,' when sceptres are in children's hands : To bear with their perverse objections;

But more, when envya breeds unkind' division ; Much less, to take occasion from their mouths There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. (E.z. To raise a'mutiny betwixt yourselves ; Let me persuade you take a better


SCENE II.-France. Before Bourdeaux. En
Ere. It grieves his highness ;-Good my lords,

ter Talbot, with his forces.
be friends.
K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be com- Summon their general unto the wall.

Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter
batants :
Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, Trumpet sounds a parley. Enter, on the walls
Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause,-

the General of the French forces, and others. And you, my lords,--remember where we are; English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: Servant in arms to Harry king of England; If they perceive dissension in our looks,

And thus he would -Open your city gates, And that within ourselves we disagree,

Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd And do him homage as obedient subjects, To wilsul disobedience, and rebel ?

And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: Beside, what infamy will there arise,

But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace, When foreign princes shall be certified,

You tempt the fury of my three attendants, That, for a tov, a thing of no regard,

Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire, King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,

Who, in a moment, even with the earth Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France ? Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers, O, think upon the conquest of my father,

If you forsake the offer of their love.

Gen. Thou ominous and fearsul owl of death, (1) Resist.

(2) Betraved. (3) 'Tis strange, or wonderful.

14) Enmity.

(5) Jnnatural.

Jur rration's terror, and their bloody scourge! Nerer so needful on the earth of France,
The period of thy tyranny approacheth.

Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ;
On us thou canst not enter, but by death: Who now is girdled with a waist of iron,
For, 1 protest, we are well fortified,

And nemm’d about with grim destruction: sind sirong enough to issue out and fight : To Bourdeaux, warlike duke. lo Bourdeaux, York I thou retire, the dauphin, well appointed, Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:

honour. On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, York. O God! that Somerset—who in proud heart To wall thee from the liberty of fight;

Doth stop my cornels-were in Talbot's place! And no way canst thou lurn thee for redress, So should we save a valint gentleman, But death doth front thce with apparent spoil, By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. And pale destruction meets thee in the face. Mad ire, and wrathi lury, makes me weep, Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. To rive their dangerous artillery

Lucy. O, send swine succour to the distress a lord ! Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot. York. Hedies, we lose; I break my warlike word. LO! there thou stand’st, a breathing valiant man, We mourn, Fiance smiles; we lose, they daily set; Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit:

All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset. This is the latest glory of thy praise,

Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Tullots That I, thy enemy, duel thee withal;

soul ! for ere the glass, that now begins to run, And on his son, young John; whom, two hours finish the process of his sandy hour,

since, These eves, that see thee now well coloured, I met in travel toward his warlike father! Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. This seven veurs did not Talbot see his son;

(Drum afar off. And now they meet where both their lives are done, Hark! hark! the dauphin's drum, a warning bell, York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have, Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;

To bid his young son welcome to his grave? And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. Away! vexation alınost stops my breath,

(Exeunt General, &c. from the walls. That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death. Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy ;

Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can, Out, soine light horsemen, and peruse their wings. But curse the cause I cannoi aid the man.V, negligent and heedless discipline !

Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, How are we park'd and bounded in a pale; 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. (Eril. A little herd of England's timorous deer,

Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs ! Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, If we be English deer, be then in blood ;3 Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss Not rascal-like,to fall down with a pinch; The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror, But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags,

That ever-living man of memory, Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, Henry the Fifth:-Whiles they each other cross And make the cowaróls stand aloof at bay: Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. (Ecil. Sell every man his life as dear as mine, And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.

SCENE IV.-Other plains of Gascony. Enter God, and Saint George! Talbot, and England's

Somerset, with his forces ; an Officer of Tai

bot's with him, right! Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! (Exe. Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now: SCENE III.-Plains in Gascony. Enter York, Too rashlv plotted; all our general force

This expedition was by York, and Talbot, with forces; to hini a Messenger.

Might with a sally of the very town York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot' That dogg'd the mighty army of the dauphin ? Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour, Mess. They are return'd, my lord; and give it out, By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure : That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, York set him on to fight, and die in shame, To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along, That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name. By your espials were discovered

Offi. Here is sir William Lucy, who with me Two mightier troops than that the dauphin led; Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. Which join'd with him, and made their march for

Enter Sir William Lucy.
York. A plague upon that villain Somerset;

Som. How now, sir William ? whither were you That thus delays my promised supply

sent? Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege ! Lucy. Whither, my lord ? from bought and sold Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;

Jord Talbot;: And I am lowted by a traitor villain,

Who, ring'd about with bold adversity, And cannot help the noble chevalier:

Cries out for nobie York and Somerset, God comfort hiin in this necessity !

To beat assailing death from his weak legions, if ne miscarry, farewell wars in France.

And whiles the honourable captain there
Enter Sir William Lucy.

Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied unlo,

And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue, Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour strength,

Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.

Let not your private discord kcep away (1) Endue, honour. (2) In high spirits.

(3) A rascal deer is the term of chace for lean Alluding to the tale of Prometheus. poor deer.

(4) Spies. (5) Vanquished, baffled. rous practices of others. 16) Expended, consumed.

1 (9) Encircled.



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The levied succours that should lend him aid, 1 Tul. Part of thy fainer may be saved in thee.
While he, renowned noble gentlemall,

Julin. ile part of him, but will be shame in me.
Tields up his life unto a world of odds :

Tal. Thou never hadol renown, nor canst not Urleans the bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,

lose it. Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,

John. Yes, your renowned name; Shall light And Talbot perisheth by your defauli.

abuse it ? Som. York set him on, York should have sent Tal. Thy father's chargc shall clear thee from him aid.

that stain. Lucy. And York as fist upon your grace ex- John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. claims;

If death be so apparent, then both thy. Swearing that you withhold his levied host,

Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight and Collected for this expedition.

die? Som. York lies; he might have sent and had the My age was never tainted with such shame. horse :

John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blam: ? I owe him little duty, and less love:

No more can I be sever'd from your side,
And luke foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending. | Than can yourself yourself in twain divide :
Lucy. The fraud' of England, not the force of Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;

For live 'I will not, if my father die.
Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: Tal. Then here I take my leave of thce, fair song
Never to England shall he bear his lise ;

Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife. Come, side by side together live and die;
Som. Come, go; I will despatch the borsemen And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.

(Exeunt. Within six hours they will be at his aid.

Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en or slain: SCENE VI.A field of balile. Alarum : E.r. For lly he could not, if he would have fled;

cursions, wherein Talbot's Son is hemmed aboul, And ny would Talbot never, though he might.

and Talbot rescues him. Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu ! Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in

fight : you.

(Exeunt. The regent hath with Talbot broke his word,

And left us to the rage of France's sword. SCENE V.-The English camp, near Bourdeaux. Where is John Talbot ?--pause, and take thy breath, Enter Talbot and John his son.

1 gave thee life, and rescued thee from death.
Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee, John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son:
To tutor thee in stratagems of war;

The life thou gav'st me first, was lost and done ;
That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate,
When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, To my determin'd' time thou gav'st new date.
Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. Tal. When from the dauphin's crest thy sword
But,-0 malignant and ill-boding stars !

struck fire,
Now thou art come unto a feast of death,' Il warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire
A terrible and unavoided? danger:

Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age, Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse; Quicken'd with youthsul spleen, and warlike rage And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape

Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy,
By sudden flight: come, dally not, begone. And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee.

John. Is my name Talbot? and am I vour son? The ireful bastard Orleans that drew blood
And shall I fy? O, if you love my mother, From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood
Dishonour not her honourable name,

Of thy first fight-1 soon ncountered ;
To make a bastard, and a slave of me:

And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed
The world will say–He is not Talbot's blood, Some of his bastard-blood; and, in disgrace,
That basely fed, when noble Talbot stood. Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, base,

Tal. Flv, to revenge my death, if I be slain. And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
John. He, that Nies so, will ne'er return again. Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine,
Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brava

John. Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly : boy :-
Your loss is great, so your regard' should be ; Here, purposing the Bastard to destrov,
My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care ;
upon my death the French can little beast; Art not thou weary, John? How dost thou fare?
In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost. Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
P'light cannot stain the honour you have won ; Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry ?
But mine it will, that no exploit have done : Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead;
You ned for vantage, every one will swear; The help of one stands ine in little stead.
But, if I bow, they'll say-it was for fear. O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
There is no hope that ever I will stay,

To hazard all our lives in one small boat.
If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away.

If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage, Here, on my knee, I beg mortality,

To-morrow I shall die with michle age :
Rather than life preserv'd with infamy:

Bv me they nothing gain, an if I stay,,
Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? 'Tis but the short'ning of my life one day:
John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's In thee thy mother dics, our household's name,

My death's revenge, thy youth and England's fame'
Tal. Upon my blessing I command the go. All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay;
Lohn. To fight I will, but not to fly the loc. All these arc sav'd, if thou will fly away.

( To a field where death will be feasted with (2) For unavoidable. waughter,

131 Your care of your own rasety. (4) Ender!

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John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me Thor maiden youth, be ranquish'd by a mail: smart,

But with a proud, majestical high scorn, These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart: ile answered thus; Young Talbot ras not born On that advantage, bought with such a shame To be the pillage of a giglule wench: (To save a paltry life, and slay bright same,) So, rushing in the bowels of the French, Before young Talvot from old Talbot fly, He left me proudly, as unworthy fight. The coward horse, that bears me, fan and die : Bur. Doubtless he would have made a ne ble And like' me to the peasant boys of France ;

knight: To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance! See, where he lies inhersed in the arms Surely, by all the glory you have won,

or the most bloody nurser of his harms. An if i fly, I am not Talbot's son:

Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones Then talk no more of fight, it is no boot :

asunder; is son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.

Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we have flal Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:

During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side ;
And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride.

Enter Sir William Luer, utlended; a French (Ereunt.

herald preceding SCENE VII. Another part of the same.

Lucy. Herald,
Alarum : Excursions. Enter Talbot wounded, Who hath oblain’d the glory of the day.

Conduct me to the dauphin's tent; to know supported by a Servant.

Char. On what submissive message art thou sent? Tal. Where is my other life ?—mine own is Lucy. Submission, dauphin ? 'tis a mere French gone :

word; 0), where's young Talbot? where is valiant John ?- We English warriors wot not what it means. Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity! I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta’en, Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:- And to survey the bodies of the dead, When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee, Char. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is. His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,

Burt tell me whom thou scek'st. And, like a hungry lion, did commence

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field, Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience ; Valiant lord Talbot, earl of Shrewsbury ; But when my angry guardant stood alone, Created, for his rare success in arms, Tend'ring my ruin, and assail'd of none, Great earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence; Dizzy-ey'd fury, and great rage of heart,

Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield, Suddenly made him from my side to start

Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton, Into the clust'ring battle of the French:

Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of And in that sea of blood my boy did drench

Sheffield, His overmounting spirit; apd there died

The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge ; My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

Knight of the noble order of Saint George, Enter Soldiers, bearing the body of John Talbot. Worthy Saint Michael, and the golden tieece ;

Great mareshal to Henry the Sixth, Sero. O my dear lord ! lo, where your son is for all his wars within the realm of France ? borne !

Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed! Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath, to scorn,

Writes not so tedious a style as this.Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,

Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,

Stinking, and flv-blown, lics here at our feet. Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky, Lucy. Is Talbot slain ; the Frenchmen's only In thy despité, shall 'scape mortality.

scourge, O thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis ? Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath: 0, were mine eve-balls into bullets lurn'd, Brave death by speaking, whether he will, or no; That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces ! Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.

O, that I could but call these dead to life! Poor boy ! he smiles, methinks; as who should say- It were enough to fright the realm of France : Had death been French, then death had died to-day. Were but his picture les among you here, Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; It would amaze the proudest of you all. My spirit can no longer bear these harms. Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have, And give them burial as beseems their worth. Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,

(Dies. He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit. Aldrums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving They would but stink, and putrefy the air.

For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here the two bodies. Enter Charles, Alençon, Bur

Char. Go, take their bodies hence. gundy, Bastard, La Pucelle, and forces.


I'll bear them hence : Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, But from their ashes shall be rear'd We should have found a bloody day of this. A phenix that shall make all France afeard. Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging- Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what wood,

thou wilt. Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood ! And now to Paris, in this conquering vein, Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. (Ere

. Liken me, reduce me to a level with.

(4) Flexible, yielding.
Death stained and dishonoured with captivity. (5) Raving mad. (6) Wanton.
"Watching me with tenderness in my fall.' (7) Confound.

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