The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word, 1 John. O, twice my father! twice am I thy fon. The life thou gav'ft me firft was loft and done, Till with thy warlike fword, despight of fate, To my determin'd time thou gav'ft new date. Tal. When from the Dauphin's creft thy fword ftruck Came in ftrong refcue. Speak, thy father's care, John. The fword of Orleans hath not made me fmart; "Thefe words of your's draw life-blood from my heart. Out Out on that vantage bought with fuch a fhame, Tal. Then follow thou thy defp'rate fire of Crete, Thou Icarus! thy life to me is sweet. If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's fide; Alarm: excurfions. Enter old Talbot, led. Tal. Where is my other life? mine own is gone. O! where's young Talbot? where is valiant John ? › Triumphant Death, smear'd with captivity! Young Talbot's valour makes me fmile 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 ftood 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 spirit; 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 laugh'ft us here to Anon, from thy infulting tyranny, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, Two Talbots winged through the lither sky, [fcorn, O thou, O thou, whofe wounds become hard favour'd death, [Dies ACT V. SCENE I. Continues near Bourdeaux. Enter Dauphin, Alanfon, Burgundy, Bafiard and Pu Dau. H celle. AD York and Somerfet brought rescue in, So, rushing in the bowels of the French, Bur. Doubtless he would have made a noble knight. Baft. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whofe life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Dau. Oh, no; forbear: for that which we have fled 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. Dau. On what submissive message art thou fent ? yield thy breath. Brave Death by fpeaking, whether he will or no. Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe. Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say, Lucy. Submiffion, Dauphin? 'tis a mere French word We English warriors wot not what it means. I come to know what prifoners thou haft ta’en, Dan. For prifoners aik'it thou? hell our prison is. But tell me whom thou feek'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 Wathford, Waterford, and Valence, Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton, Pucel. Here is a filly, fately tyle, indeed. Him that thou magnify't with all these titles, Lucy. Is Talbot flain, the Frenchmens' only fcourge, Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence, And give them burial as beseems their worth. Pucel. I think this upitart is old Talbot's ghoft, He speaks with fuch a proud commanding spirit. For God's fake, let him have 'em; to keep them here. They would but ftink and putrify the air. Dau. Go, take their bodies hence. Lucy. I'll bear them hence: But from their afhes, Dauphin, fhall be rear'd 3 D Dau. Dau. 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. SCENE II. Changes to England. K. Henry. Have you perus'd the letters from the Pope, 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, Proffers his only daughter to your Grace In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. Than wanton dalliance with a paramour. [young; I fhall be well content with any choice Enter Winchester, and three Ambafadors. Exe. 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 prophefy: "If once he came to be a Cardinal, "He'll make his cap coequal with the crown." K. Henry. |