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Never to England shall he bear his life;
Som. Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen ftrait: Within fix hours they will be at his aid.
Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en, or flain;
Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu !
[Exeunt, S CE N E VI.
A Field of Battle near Bourdeaux.
Enter Talbot, and his son.
O Young John Talbot, I did send for thee
swiftest horse :
Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be flain.
Jo!ın. Then let me stay, and, father, do you fly:
Upon my death the French can little boast;
Tal. Shallall thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?
Tal. And leave my followers here to fight, and die? My age was never tainted with such shame.
Join. And hall my youth be guilty of such blain? No more can I be fever'd from
fide, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide : Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; For live I will not, if
father die. Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon : Come, side by side, together live and die; And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. [Exeun!. Alarm: excursions, wherein Talbot's fon his hemm'd about
and Talbot rescues him. Tal. St. George, and victory! fight, soldiers, fight:
The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word,
John. O. twice my father ! twice am I thy son:
ftruck fire, It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age, Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage, Beat down Alanson, Orleans, Burgundy, And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee. The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood Of thy first Fight, '1 foon encounter'd ; And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, base, And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine, Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine, Which thou didit force from Talbot, my brave boyHere, purposing the Bastard to destroy, Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care, Art not thou weary, John? how dost thou fare? Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly, Now ihon art feal'd the son of Chivalry? Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead; The help of one stands me in little stead. Oh, too much folly is it, well I wot, To hazard all our lives in one small boat. lfl to day die not with Frenchmens' rage, To-morrow I shall die with mickle age. By me they nothing gain; and, if I stay, 'Tis but :he shorining of my life one day.
In thee thy mother dies, our houshold's name,
John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart,
Tal. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Sire of Crete, Thou Icarus! thy life to me is sweet: If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's fide; And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride. [Exeunt.
S CE N E VII.
Alarm. Excursions. Enter old Talbot led. Tal. THERE is
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 smile at thee. When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee, His bloody sword he brandish'd over me; And, like a hungry Lion, did commence Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience: But when my angry Guardant food alone, Tendring my ruin, and affail'd of none, Dizzy-ey'd fury and great rage of heart Suddenly made him from my side to start, Into the clustring battle of the French :
And, in that sea of blood, my boy did drench
Enter John Talbot borne.
. Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'it us here to Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
[scorn, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, Two Talbots winged through the lither sky, In thy despight, shall 'scape mortality. O thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath. Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no : Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe. Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say, "Had death been French, then death had died to-day. Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; My fpirit can no longer bear these harms. Soldiers, adieu : I have what I would have, Now my old arms are young John Talbot's Grave.
A C. T V.
Continues near Bourdeaux.
Enter Charles, Alanfon, Burgundy, Bastard and
H We should have found a bloody day of this.
Baf. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging brood Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood !
Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said. "Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid."