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A gentler heart did nt:ver sway in court:

Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore. But kings and mightiest potenlates must die; Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, For that's the end of hurnar misery. Exeunt. And wash away thy country's stained spots ! SCENE III. The same. The Plains near the City.

Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,

y Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Enter CHARLES, the Bastard, ALENÇON, LA

Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims or PUCELLE, and Forces.

thee, Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered ;

Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation, Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,

That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake ? For things that are not to be remedied.

When Talbot hath set footing once in France, Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,

And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
And like a peacock sweep along his tail:

Who then but English Henry will be lord,
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive?
If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but ruld.

Call we to mind, --and mark but this, for proof;-
Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
And of thy cunning had no diffidence ;

And was he not in England prisoner ? Ono sudden toil shall never breed distrust.

But, when they heard he was thine enemy, Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, They set him free, 3 without his ransom paid And we will make thee famous through the world. In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends.

Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, See then! thou fightest against thy countrymen, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-men. Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord

Puc. Tien thus it must be ; this doth Joan devise : Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, Bur. I'am vanquished: these haughty4 words of We will entice the duke of Burgundy

hers To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

Have batter'd me like roaring cannon shot, Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, And made me almost yield upon my knees.France were no place for Henry's warriors;

Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! Nor should that nation boast it so with us,

And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace : But be extirped' from our provinces.

My forces and my power of men are yours; Alen. For ever should they be expuls'da from So, farewell, Talbot ; I'll no longer trust thee. France,

Puc. Done like a Frenchman, turn, and turn And not have title to an earldom here.

Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will work, Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship To bring this matter to the wished end.

makes us fresh.

[Drums heard. Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts. Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive Alen. Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this, Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. And doth deserve a coron An English March. Enter, and pass over at a dis Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our tance, TALBOT and his Forces.

powers ; There goes the Talbot with his colours spread;

And seek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt. And all the troops of English after him.

SCENE IV. Paris. A Room in the Palace. En. A French March. Enter the DUKE of BURGUNDY

ter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, and other Lords,

VERNON, BASSET, &c. To them TALBOT, and and Forces.

some of his Officers. Now, in the rearward, comes the duke, and his; Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind.

Tal. My gracious prince,—and honourable peers, Summon a parley, we will talk with him.

Hearing of your arrival in this realm,

CA Parley sounded. I have a while given truce unto my wars, Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy. To do my duty to my sovereign : Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy ? In sign whereof, this arm-that hath reclaim'd Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy coun-To your obedience fifty fortresses, tryman.

Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am march Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem, ing hence.

Lets fall his sword before your highness' feets Char. Speak, Pucelle ; and enchant him with thy And, with submissive loyalty of heart, words.

Ascribes the glory of his conquest got, Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! First to my God, and next unto your grace. Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. 1 K. Hen. Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, Bar. Speak on : but be not over-tedious.

That hath so long been resident in France ? Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. And see the cities and the towns defac'd

K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victcriou! By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!

lord! As looks the mother on her lowly babe,

When I was young (as yet I am not old), When death doth close his tender dying eyes,

I do remember how my father said," See, see, the pining malady of France;

A stouter champion never handled sword. Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, Long since we were resolved of your truth, Which thou thyself hast given her woeful breast!

Your faithful service, and your toil in war; 0, turn thy edged sword another way;

Yet never have you tasted our reward, Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help! Or been reguerdon'do with so much as thanks, One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom, Because till now we never saw your face :

Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts, lj. e. extirpated, rooted out. 2 Expuls'd is expell’d.

tion written to prove that the index of the wind upon our 3 Another mistake. The duke was not liberated till steeples was made in form of a cock to ridicule the after Burgundy's decline to the French interest; which French for their frequent changes.' did not happen, by the way, till some years after the exe.. 6 Hanmer supplied the apparent.deficiency in this line, cution of La Pucelle ; nor was that during the regency by reading :of York, but of Bedford.

"Is this the fam'd Lord Talbot,' &c. 4 Haughty does not mean disdainful, or violent, as 7 Malone remarks that'Henry was but nine months Johnson supposed; but elerated, high-spirited.

old when his father died, and never saw him.' The 5 The inconstancy of the French was always the sub- poet did not perhaps deem historical accuracy necessary ject of satire. I have read (says Johnson) a disserta-i S Convinced.

9 Rewarded

put I'll unto his should broach present death : 2

We nero create you earl of Shrewsbury;

1 Or whether that such cowards ought to wear And in our coronation take your place.

This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. (Exeunt King HENRY, GLOSTER, TALBOT, Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, and Nobles.

And ill beseeming any common man; Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. Disgracing of these colours that I wear

Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, In honour of my noble lord of York.

Knights of the garter were of noble birth: Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak’st ? Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage, Bas. Yes, sir ; as well as you dare patronage

Such as were grown to credit by the wars; The envious barking of your saucy tongue

Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, Against my lord the duke of Somerset.

But always resolute in most extremes.” Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.

He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort, Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that. Profaning this most honourable order;

Strikes him. And should, (if I were worthy to be judge,) Bas. Villain, thou knowest the law of arms Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain is such,

That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death ;2 I K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear's Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.

thy doom: But I'll unto his majesty, and crave

Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight; I may have liberty to venge this wrong;

Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death. When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost.

[Exit FastoLFE Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; And now, my lord protector, view the letter And, after, meet you sooner than you would. Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy.


Glo. That means his grace, that he hath chang'd

his style ? Viewing the superscription.

No more but, plain and bluntly, --To the king? ACT IV.

Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign ?
SCENE I. The same.

Or doth this churlish superscription
A Room of State. Enter Pretendo some alteration in good will ?
KING HENRY, GLOSTER, EXETER, YORK, Sur-What's here?-I have upon especial cause,

[Reads. TALBoT, the Governor of Paris, and others.

Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck, Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. Together with the pitiful complaints Win. God save King Henry, of that name the Of such as your oppression feeds upon, sixth!

Forsaken your pernicious faction, Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, And join'd with Charles, the rightful king af

[Governor kneels.

France. That you elect no other king but him:

O monstrous treachery! Can this be so; Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends ; That in alliance, amity, and oaths, And none your foes, but such as shall pretend3 There should be found such false dissembling guile? Malicious practices against his state : *

K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt ? This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!

Glo. He doth, my lord, and is become your foe. [Exeunt Gov. and his Train. | K. Hen. Is that the worst this letter doth contain?

Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. Enter Sir John FASTOLFE.

K. Hen. Why then, Lord Talbot there shall talk Fast. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from

with him Calais,

And give him chastisement for this abuse :To haste unto your cororiation,

My lord, how say you? are you not content ? A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy.

prevented, Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee! I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd. I vow'd base knight, when I did meet thee next, K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto To tear the garter from thy craven's4 leg,

him straight:

[Plucking it off. Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason; (Which I have done,) because unworthily

And what offence it is, to flout his friends. Thou wast installed in that high degree.

Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still, Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest :

You may behold confusion of your foes. [Exit. This dastard, at the battle of Patay, 5 When but in all I was six thousand strong,

Enter VERNON and Basset. And that the French were almost ten to one,-

Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign' Before we met, or that a stroke was given,

Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too. Like to a trusty squire, did run away

York. This is my servant; hear him, noble prince In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;

Som. And this is mine; Sweet Henry, favour him! Myself, and divers gentlemen beside,

K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them leave Were there surpris'd and taken prisoners.

to speak. Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss ; Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim ?

And wherefore crave you combat ? or with whom? li. e. the badge of a rose.

2 By the ancient law before the conquest, fighi g in 5 The old copy has Poictiers instead of Patay. The the king's palace, or before the king's judges, was pun. battle of Poictiers was fought in 1357, the 31st of King ished with death. And still by the Stat. 33 Hen. VIII. C. Edward III. and the scene now lies in the 7th of King xii. maliciously striking in the king's palace, whereby Henry VI. viz. 1428. The action happened (according blood is drawn, is punishable by perpetual imprison. Ito Holinshead) neere unto a village in Beausse, called ment and fine, at the king's pleasure, and also with loss Pataie.--From this battel departed, without any stroke of the offender's right hand. Stowe gives a circumstan. stricken, Sir John Fastolfe, the same yeere by his va tial account of Sir Edmond Knevet being found guilty liantnese elected into the order of the garter. But for of this ofience, with the ceremonials for carrying the doubt of misdealing at this brunt, the duke of Bedford sentence into execution. He petitioned the king to take tooke from him the image of St. George and his garter his left hand instead of his right; and the king was &c. pleased to pardon him altogether. Annals, edit. 160 , 6 Vide note 8 on p. 13; and note 4 on p. 17. p. 979.

17 i. e. in greatest extremities. More and nano w SP 3 To pretend is to intend, to design.

used by our ancestors for greater and greatest 4 Warburton would read thy craven leg.' Craven 8 See note 3. Lo mean, dastardly.

9 Prevented is anticipated

Ver. With him, my lørd, for he hath done me / Let me be umpire in this doubtful s. rife. wrong.

I see no reason, if I wear this rose, Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.

(Putting on a red Ross. K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you both That any one should therefore be suspicious complain ?

I more incline to Somerset than York:
First let me know, and ther. I'll answer you. Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:

Bas. Crossing the sca, from England into France, As well may they upbraid me with my crown, This fellow here, with envious, carping tongue, Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. Upbraided me about the rose I wear;

But your discretions better can persuade,
Saying the sanguine colour of the leaves

Than I am able to instruct or teach:
Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
When stubbornly he did repugn' the truth,

So let us still continue peace and love.
About a certain question in the law,

Cousin of York, we institute your grace. Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him;

To be our regent in these parts of France: With other vile and ignominious terms:

And good my lord of Somerset, unite In confutation of which rude reproach,

| Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot And in defence of my lord's worthiness,

And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, I crave the benefit of law of arms.

Go cheerfully together, and digest Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord ; Your angry choler on your enemies. For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit,

tector, and the rest, To set a gloss upon his bold intent,

After some respite, will return to Calais; Yet know, my lord, I was provok”d by him; From thence to England; where I hope 'ere long And he first took exceptions at this badge,

To be presented by your victories, Pronouncing--that the paleness of this flower With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout. Bewray'da the faintness of my master's heart.

(Flourish. Exeunt K. Hen. Glo. Som. York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?

Win. Sur. and Basset. Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will! War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king out,

Prettily, methought, did play the orator. Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.

York. And so he did ; but yet I like it not, K. Hen. Good lord! what madness rules in brain- In that he wears the badge of Somerset. sick men;

War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him When for so slight and frivolous a cause,

not; Such ictipus emulations shall arise !

I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. Goou coužins both, of York and Somerset,

York. And if I wist he did, 3-But let it rest; Quie yourselves, I pray, and be at peace,

Other affairs must now be managed Ya.k. Let this dissension first be tried by fight,

[Exeunt York, WARWICK, and VERNON. And hen 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 fi

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 outrage,

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, 4 when sceptres are in children's hands; To bear with their perverse objections ;

But more, when envys breeds unkinde division; Much less, to take occasion from their mouths There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves;

[Exit. Let me persuade you take a better course.

SCENE II. France. Before Bordeaux. Enter Exe. It grieves his highness ;-Good my lords,

TALBOT, with his Forces. be friends.

Tal. Go to the gates of Bordeaux, trumpeter, K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be combatants :

Summon their general unto the wall. Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, Trumpet sounds a Parley. Enter, on the Walls, the Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.

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 wilful 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 toy, 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 ošter of our love." My tender years; and let us not forego

Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, That for a trifle, that was bought with blond! Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge!

he instantly checks his threat with, let it rest. It is an 1 To repugn is to resist. From the Latin repugno. example of a rhetorical figure not uncommon. 2 i. e. discovered.

4 'Tis an alarming circumstance, a thing of grea 3 The old copy reads "And if I wish he did :' an evi- consequence, or much weight. sent typographical error. York says that he is not 5 Envy, in old English writers, frequently mear. pleased that the king should prefer the red rose, the malice, enmity. badge of Somerset, his enemy; Warwick desires him 6 Unkind is unnatural. not to be offended at it, as he dares say the king meant 7 The old editions read their love.' Sir Thoms no harm. To which York, yet nusatisfied, his lily re- Hanmer altered it to our love ;' ard I think, w'. plies in a menacing tone, If I lligh! lindil;-bint Steevens, that the alteration should be adopted.

The neriod aris trranny approacheth.

Never so needful on the earth of France, On us thou car.st not enter, but by death:

Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ; For, I protest, we are well fortified,

Who now is girdled with a waist of iron," And strong enough to issue out and fight: And hemm'd about with grim destruction : If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, To Bordeaux, warlike duke! to Bordeaux, York! Stands with the snares of war tò tangle thee: Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's hoOn either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,

nour. To wall thee from the liberty of flight;

York. O God! that Somerset--who in proud And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,

heart But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, Doth stop my cornets—were in Talbot's place! And pale destruction meets thee in the face. So should we save a valiant gentleman, Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament, By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. To rive their dangerous artillery

| Mad ire, and wrathful fury, make me weep, Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.

That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man, Lucy. O, send some succour to the distress'd Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit

lord! This is the latest glory of thy praise,

York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word; That I, thy enemy, due? thee withal;

We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; For ere the glass, that now begins to run,

All ’long of this vile traitor Somerset. Finish the process of his sandy hour,

1. Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,

soul! Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. And on his son, young John; whom, two hours

[Drum afar off.

since, Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, I met in travel toward his warlike father! Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;

This seven years did not Talbot see his son ; And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. And now they meet where both their lives are done.

Eveunt General, &c. from the Walls. York. Alas! what joys shall noble Talbot have, Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;

To bid his young son welcome to his grave? Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. Away! vexation almost stops my breath, 0, negligent and heedless discipline!

That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale ; Lucy, farewell: no more my. fortune can, A little herd of England's timorous deer,

But curse the cause I cannotaid the man. Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs ! Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, If we be English deer, be then in blood : 4

'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. (Exit. Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch;

Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags, Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror, Sell every man his life as dear as mine,

That ever-living man of memory, And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. Henry the Fifth :-Whiles they each other cross, God, and Saint George! Talbot, and England's Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. (Exit.

right! Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! SCENE IV. Other Plains of Gascony. Enter

SExeunt. SOMERSET, with his Forces; an Officer of Tale SCENE III. Plains in Gascony. Enter York. Bor's with him. .

with Forces ; to him a Messenger. | Som. It is too late ; I cannot send them now. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,

This expedition was by York, and Talbot, That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?

Too rashly plotted ; all our general force Mess. They are return'd, my lord ; and give it out,

Might with a sally of the very town That he is march'd to Bordeaux with his power,

Be buckled with the over-daring Talbot To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along,

Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour, By your espials were discovered,

By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure : Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led;

York set him on to fight, and die in shame, Which join'd with him, and made their march' for That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the nama, Bordeaux.

Of. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me York. A plague upon that villain Somerset ;

Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid. That thus delays my promised supply

Enter Sir William Lucy.
Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid ;

Som. How now, Sir William ? whither were you And I am louted by a traitor villain,

sent ? And cannot help the noble chevalier:

Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and sold

Lord Talbot;10
God comfort him in this necessity!
If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,

Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
Enter Sır WILLIAM Lucy.

To beat assailing death from his weak legions. Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English strength,

or baffled. To be treated with contempt like a lout I "To rive their dangerous artillery' is merely a figu- or country fellow,' says Malone. But the meaning of rative way of expressing to discharge it. To rive is to the word here is evidently loitered, retarded : and the burst; and burst is applied by Shakspeare more than following quotation from Cotgrave will show that this once to thunder, or to a similar sound.

was soinetimes the sense of to lowt: Loricarder, to 2 Due for endue, or giving due and merited

luske, lowt, or lubber it; to loyter about like a master 8 So Milton's Comus:

less man." She fables not, I feel that I do fear.'

I those sleeping stones 4 In blood is a term of the forest ; a duer was said to

That as a waist do girdle you about.' bein blood when in vigour or in good condition, and full

King John of courage, here put in opposition to rascal, which was Si. e, expended, consumed. Malone says that tho the term for the same animal when lean and out of con- word is still used in this sense in the western counties. dition.

9 Alluding to the tale of Prometheus. 5 Spies

10 i. e. from one utterly ruined by the treacherous 6 To lowt may siguify to depress, to lower, to dis practices of others. The expression seems to have honour,' says Johnson: but in his Dictionary he ex. been proverbial; intimating that foul play had boen plains it to overpower Steevens knows not what to used. make or it to let dorn, to be subdued, or vanquished, 11 Encircled, environcd.

And whiles the honourable captain there 1 John. Ay, rather than I'll sham; my mother's Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,

womb. And, in advantage ling'ring,' looks for rescue, Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour, John. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe. Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.2

Tal. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. Let not your private discord keep away

John. No part of him, but will be shame in me The levied succours that should lend him aid,

Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not While he, renowned noble gentleman,

lose it. Yields up his life unto a world of odds:

John. Yes, your renowned name : Shall flight Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,

abuse it? Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,

Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from And Talbot perisheth by your default.

that stain. Som. York set him on, York should have sent John. You cannot witness for me, being slain, him aid.

If death be so apparent, then both fly. Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace ex- Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and claims;

die ? Swearing that you withhold his levied host, | My age was never tainted with such shame. Collected for this expedition.

John. And shall my youth be guilty of such Som. York lies; he might have sent and had the

blame? horse :

No more can I be sever'd from your side, rowe him little duty, and less love;

Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending. Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of For live I will not, if my father die.

Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,
Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
Never to England shall he bear his life ;

Come, side by side together live and die; But dies, betrayed to fortune by your strife. And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. Som. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen

[Exeunt. straight : ' Within six hours they will be at his aid.

SCENE VI. A Field of Battle. Alarum: Ex

cursions, wherein TALBOT's Son is hemmed about, Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en, or slain; For fly he could not, if he would have fled;

and TALBOT rescues him. . And fy would Talbot never, though he might. Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!

fight: Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in. The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, you.

[Exeunt. And left us to the rage of France his sword.

Where is John Talbot ?-pause, and take thy breath, SCENE V. The English Camp, near Bordeaux. I gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death. Enter TalBoT and John his Son.

John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son: Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee, The life, thou gav'st me first, was lost and done; To tutor thee in stratagems of war;

Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate, That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, To my determin’d? time thou gav'st new date. When sapless age, and weak unable limbs,

Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.

struck fire, But,- malignant and ill boding stars!

It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire Now thou art come unto a feast of death, 3

Of bold-fac'd victory. Ther leaden age, A terrible and unavoided4 danger :

Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage, Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse; Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy, And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape

And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee. By sudden flight: come, dally not, begone. The ireful bastard Orleans--that drew blood

John. Is my name Talbot? and am I your son ? From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood And shall I fly? 0, if you love my mother, Of thy first fight-I soon encountered ; Dishonour not her honourable name,

| And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed To make a bastard, and a slave of me:

Some of his bastard blood ; and, in disgrace, The world will sav--He is not Talbot's blood, Bespoke him thus : Contaminated, base, That hasely fied, when noble Talbot stood.5 And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,

Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. Mean and right poor ; for that pure blood of mine, John. He, that flies so, will ne'er return again. Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy ;Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,

John. Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly: Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care;
Your loss is great, so your regards should be ; Art thou not weary, John ? How dost thou fare?
My worth unknown, no loss is known in me, Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
Upon my death the French can little boast; Now thou art seald the son of chivalry ?
In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.

enge my death, when I am dead:
Flight cannot stain the honour you have won ; The help of one stands me in little stead.
But mine it will, that no exploit have done : 0, too much folly is it, well I wot,
You fled for vantage every one will swear; To hazard all our lives in one small boat.
But, if I bow, they'll say-it was for fear.

If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
There is no hope that ever I will stay,

To-morrow I shall die with mickle age: If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away.

By me they nothing gain, an if I stay, Hers, on my knee, I beg mortality,

'Tis but the short'ning of my life one day. Rather than life preserv'd with infamy.

In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?

- in the same manner, I should have suspected that this 1 Protracting his resistance by the advantage of a dialogue had been part of some other poem, which was sirong post.

never finished, and that being loath to throw his labour 2 Emulation here signifies envious rivalry, not away, he inserted it here.' Mr. Boswell remarks that struggle for superior excellence.

it was a practice common to all Shakspeare's contem. 3 To a field where death will be feasted with poraries. slaughter.

6 Your care of your own safety. 4 Unavoided for unavoidable.

ng Determined here must signify prescribed, limited, 5 For what reason this scene is written in rhyme appointed ; and not ended, as Steevens and Malone (says Dr. Johnson) I cannot guess. If Shakspeare had concur in explaining it. John could not be meant to sav not in other plays mingled his rhymos and blank verses that his time of life was actually ended.

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