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Beside, Wbat infamy will there arise,
Enter General aloft. When foreign princes shall be certify'd,
English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, That , for a tov, a thing of no regard,
Servant in arms to Harry king of England; King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,
And thus he would -Open your city gates, Destroy'dthemselves and lost the realmof France 5 Be humbled to us; call my sovereign yours, 0, think upon the conquest of my father, And do him homage as obedicnt subjects, My tender years; and let us not forego,
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: That for a trille, which was bought with blood ! But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace, Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. You teinpt the fury of my three attendants, I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
10 Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire; (Putting on a red rose. Who, in a moment, even with the earth That any one should therefore be suspicious Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers, I inore incline to Somerset, than York:
If you forsake the offer of their love. Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both: Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, As well they may upbraid me with my crown, 150ur nation's terror, and their bloody seourge! Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. The period of thy tyranny approacheth. But your discretions better can persuade, On us thou canst not enter, but by death: Than I am able to instruct or teach:
For, I protest, we are well fortify'd, And therefore, as we hither canie in peace, And strong enough to issue out and fight : So let us still continue peace and love.- 20 If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, Cousin of York, we institute your grace
Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee: To be our regent in these parts of France:- On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, And, good mv lord of Somerset, unite
To wall thee from the liberty of .tlight; Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot ;- And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, 25But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, Go chearfully together, and digest
And pale destruction meets thee in the face. Your angry choler on your enemies.
Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament, Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest, To rive’ their dangerous artillery, After some respite, will return to Calais; Upon no christian soul but English Talbot. From thence to England ; where I hope ere long 30 Lo! there thou stand’st, a breathing valiant man, To be presented, by your victories,
Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit : With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout. This is the latest glory of thy praise,
(Flourish. Exeunt. That I, thy enemy, duethce withal; Manent York, Warwick, Exeter, and Vernon. For ere the glass, that now begins to run, War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king|35 Finish the process of his sandy hour, Prettily, methought, did play the orator. These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. In that he wcars the badge of Somerset.
[Drum afar off War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning beli, him not ;
40 Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul; I dare presume, sweet prince, be thought no harm. And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. York. And, if I wist', he did-But let it rest;
[Exit from the walls. Other affairs must now be managed. (Ereunt.
Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;-Manet Ereter.
Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress 450, negligent and heedless discipline! [wings.thy voice :
How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale; For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, A little herd of England's timorous deer, I fear, we should have scen decypher'd there Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs ! More rancorous spight, more furious raging broils, If we be English deer, be then in blood : Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos’d. 50 Not rascal* like, to fall down with a pinch; But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees But rather moody mad, and desperate stags, This jarring discord of nobility,
'Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, This should'ring of each other in the court, And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: This factious bandying of their favourites, Sell every man his life as dear as mine, But that he doth presage some ill event. 55 And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.com "I is much, when scepters are in children's hands God, and saint George! Talbot, and England's But more, when envy breeds unkind division ;
right! Therecomnesthe ruin,there begins confusion.[Erit. Prosper our colours in thisdangerousfight'[Ereunt. SCENE II.
Another part of France.
a trumpet, and many soldiers. Summon their general unto the wall. [Sounds. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, 'i. e. if I knew. * 1. c. to dir ct. ? To due is to endue, to deck, to grace.
Arascal deer means a lean poor deer.
That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
SCENE IV. Mess. They are returu’d, iny lord; and give
Another part of France.
Enter Somerset, with his Army. That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, Som. It is too late: I cannot send them now: To tight with Talbot: As he march'd along, 5 This expedition was by York and Talbot By your espials were discovered
Too rashly plotted; all our general force Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led; Might with the sally of the very town Which join'd
with him, and made their march Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot for Bourdeaux.
Hath sullied all his gloss of foriner honour York. A plague upon that villain Somerset; 10 By this uphecdful, desperate, wild adventure: That thus delays my promised supply
York set him on to tight, and die in shaine, Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege! That, Talbot dead, great York might bearthename. Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;
Capt. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me And I am lowted' by a traitor villain,
Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. And cannot help the noble chevalier:
Enter Sir William Lucy. God comfort him in this necessity!
Som. How pow, Sir William? whither were If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
you sent? Enter Sir William Lucy.
Lucy. Whither, my lord ? from bought and Lucy. Thouprincelyleader of our English strength,
sold lord Talbot; Never so needful on the earth of France, 20 Who, ring'd about with bold adversity, Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ;
Cries out for noble York and Somerset, Who now is girdled with a waist of iron, To beat assailing death from his weak legions. And heim'd about with grim destruction : And whiles the honourable captain there To Bourdeaux,warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York: Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs, Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's ho-25 And, in advantage ling’ring’, looks for rescue,
You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour, York. O God! that Somerset-who in proud Keep off aloof with worthless emulation“. heart
Let not your private discord keep away Doth stop my cornets—were in Talbot's place! The levied succours that shall lend hiin aid, So should we save a valiant gentleman, 30 While he, renowned noble gentleman, By forfeiting a traitor, and a coward.
Yields up his life unto a world of odds: Nad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy, That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. Alençon, Reignier, compass hin about, Lucy. O,send some succour to the distress'd lord! And Talbot perisheth by your default. [himn aid. York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike 35 Som. York set him on, York should have sent word :
Lucy. And York as fast upon your graceexclaiins; We mourn, France smiles; we lose, théy daily get; Swearing, that you withhold his levied host, All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.
Collected for this expedition.
[the horse; Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's Som. York lies; he might have sent, and had soul !
[since, 40 I owe him little duty, and less love; And on his son young John; whom, two hours And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending: I met in travel towards his warlike father!
Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
France, And now they meet where both their lives are done. Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Talbot.
York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have, 45 Never to England shall he bear his life; To bid his young son welcome to his grave? But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife. Away! vexation alnıost stops my breath,
Som. Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.- Within six hours they will be at his aid. (straight: Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,
Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en, or slain : But curse the cause I cannot aid the man. 50 For fly he could not, if he would have tied; Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, And fly would Talbot never, though he might. all of Somerset, and his delay.
Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adicu! Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of scdition
Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shaine Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
[Excunt. Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
55 The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
SCENE V. That ever-living man of meinory,
A Field of Battle near Bourdeaux. Ilenry the fifth :-Whiles they each other cross,
Enter Talbot, and his Son. Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thec,
[Ereunt. 60 To tutor ihec in stratagems of war; 'i. e. I am let down, I am lowered. ? i. e. environed, encircled. 'i. e. protracting his resistance by the advantage of a strong post. In this line, emulation signifies merely ritalry, not struggle for superior excellence.
That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, Where is John Talbot:-- Pause and take thy breath;
To my determin’d time thou gav'st new date. Therefore, dear boy, mount on myswiftest horse; Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
struck fire, By sudden flight: come, dally not, begone. It warm’d thy father's heart with proud desire
John. Is my name Talbot? and am I your son : 10 Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age, And shall I tfy? O! if you love my mother, Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage, Dishonour not her honourable name,
Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy, To make a bastard, and a slave of me:
And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee. The world will say—He is not Talbot's blood, The ireful bastard Orleans that drew blood That bascly fled, when noble Talbot stood. 15 From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. of thy first fight-1 soon encountered; John. He that flies so, will ne'er return again. And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. Some of his bastard blood; and, in disgrace, John. Then, let ine stay; and, father, do you fly: Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, base, Your loss is great, so your regard ? should be;' 20 And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine, My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. Mean and right poor; for that pure blood of mine, Cpon my death the French can little boast; 'Vhichthou didst force from Talbot, my l rate boy:-In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost. Here, purposing the bastard to destroy, Flight cannot stain the honour you have won; Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care; But mine it will, that no exploit have done : 25 Art not thou weary, John? How dost thou fare? You fled for vantage, every one will swear; Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly, Bat if I bow, they'll say—it was for fear. Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry? There is no hope that ever I will stay,
Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead; If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away. The help of one stands me in little stead. Here, on my knee, I beg mortality,
130 Oh, too much folly is it, well I wot, Rather than life preserv'd with intamy.
To hazard all our lives in one small boat. Tal. Shallall thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb: If I to-day die not with Frenchmen’s rage, John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's To-morrow I shall die with mickle age: womb.
By me they nothing gain, and if I stay, Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. 35 "l'is but the short'ning of my life one day: John. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe. In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, Tal. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. Mydeath's revenge,thyyouth,and England'sfame: John. No part of him, but will be shame in me. All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay; Tat. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not All these are sav’d, if thou wilt fly away. (smart, lose it.
[abuse it: 40 Jolin. The sword of Orleans hath not made me John. Yes, your renowned name ; Shall flight These words of yours draw life-blood from my Td. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from
heart: that stain.
Oh what advantage, bought with such a shame, John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame! If death be so apparent, then both fly. [die: 45 Before young 'l'albot from old Talbot fly,
Tel. And leave my followers here to fight and The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die! Sly age was never taintedwith such shame.blame: And like 'me to the peasant boys of France;
Jokn. And shall my youth be giiilty of such To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance!. No more can I be sever'd from your side, Surely, by all the glory you have won, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide : 50 And if I tly, I am not Talbot's son: Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; Then talk no more of flight, it is nė boot; For live I will not,'if my father die.
If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot. Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet: Coine, side by side together live and die; 55 If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side. And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride. [Exerint.
[Eucunt. SCENE VI.
SCENE VII. Alarum:ercursions, wherein Talbots son is hemm’d Alarum : excursions. Enter old Talbct, led by the abrut, and Talbot rescues lim. 160
-mine own is Theregent hath with Talbot broke his word, [fight:
gone:And leit us to the rage of France's sword. O, where's young Talbot: where is valiant John
- To a field where death will be feasted with slaughter. Meaning, your care of your own safety. * i e. make me like, or reduce me to a level with, the peasant búys, &c.
Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity'! Anon from thy insulting tyranny,
Poor boy! he smiles, methinks; as who should Suddenly made him from my side to start 10
sayInto the clust'ring battle of the French:
Had deathbeenFrench,then death haddied to-day.
Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
15 Now my old arıns are young John Talbot's grave. Serv. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is
(scorn, Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to
251. 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 Washford, Waterford, and Valence; Joan la Pucelle.
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield, AD York and Somerset brought|30 Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton, rescue in,
Lord Cromwell ofWingfield, lord l'urnival of ShefWe should have found a bloody day of this. The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge; [field, Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging- Knight of the noble order of Saint George, wood",
Worthy saint Michael, and the golden fleece; Did Aesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! 35 Great Marshall to Henry the sixth,
Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, Of all his wars within the realm of France ?
40 Him, that thou magnify’st with all these titles,
scourge; See, where he lies inhersed in the arms
Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis ? Of the most bloody nurser of his harıms. [asunder: 450h, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn d;
Bast. Hew them to picces, hack their bones That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces ! Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Oh, that I could but call these dead to life,
Chur. Oh, no; forbear: for that which we have It were enough to fright the realm of France : During the life, let us not wrong it dead. [fied Were but his picture left among you here, Enter Sir William Lucy.
50 It would amaze the proudest of you all. Lucy. Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, tent; to know
And give them burial, as beseems their worth. Who hath obtain’d the glory of the day:
Pucel. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, Char. On what submissive message art thou sent He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit. Lucy. Submission, Dauphin? 'tis a mere French 55 For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them word;
They would but stink, and putrefy the air. [here, We English warriors wot not what it means. Char. Go, take their bodies hence. I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta’en, Lucy. I'll bear And to survey the bodies of the dead.
Them hence: but from their ashes shall be rear'd Char. Forprisoners asks'tthou? hell our prison is.f60 A phænix, that shall make all France afeard. [wilt. But tell me whom thou seek'st.
Char. So we berid of them,do with him what thou 'j.e. stained and dishonoured with captivity. ? i.e. watching me with tenderness in my fall. Lither is flexible or yielding. * Raging-wood signifies raging mad. : Giglotis a tranton, or a strumpet,
And now to Paris, in this conquering vein; Conimit them to the fortune of the sea.
(Exeunt King, and train. [Ereunt. Win.Stay, my lord legate; you shall first receive SCENE II.
The sum of money, which I promised
5 Should be deliver'á to his holiness England.
For clothing me in these brave ornaments. Enter King Henry, Gloster, and Exeter. Legate. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. K. Henry. Have you perus'd the letters from the Win. Now Winchester will not submit, I trow, The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac ? (pope,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer. Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is this, — 10 Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, They humbly sue unto your excellence,
That, nor in birth, nor for authority, To have a gödly peace concluded of,
The bishop will be overborne by thee: Between the realms of England and of France.
I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee, K. Henry. How doth your grace affect their
Or sack this country with a mutiny. (Exeunt. motion ?
115 Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means
SCENE III. To stop effusion of our Christian blood,
France. And stablish quietness on every side.
Enter Dauphin, Burgundy, Alençon, and Joan la K.Henry.Ay,marry,uncle;for I always thought,
Pucelle. It was both impious and unnatural,
30 Dau. These new's, my lords, may cheer our That such immanity'and bloody strife
drooping spirits: Should reign among professors of one faith. 'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, Glo. Beside, my lord,—the sooner to etfect,
And turn again unto the warlike French. [France, And surer bind, this knot of amity,
Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of The earl of Armagnac-near knit to Charles, 25 And keep not back your powers in dalliance. A man of great authority in France,
Pucel. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Proffers his only daughter to your grace
Else, ruin combat with their palaces ! In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.
Enter a Scout. K. Henry. Marriage? uncle, alas! my years are
Scout. Success unto our valiant general, And fitter is my study and my books, [young;
130 And happiness to his accomplices ! [speak. Than wanton dalliance with a paramour,
Dau. What tidings send our scouts ? I prythçe, Yet call the ambassadors; and, as you please,
Scout. The English army, that divided was So let them have their answers every one.
Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in onc; I shall be well content with choice
And means to give you any
battle presently. Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal. 35. Dau. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; Enter a Legate, and two Ambassadors; zeith Win- But we will presently provide for thein. chester as Cardinal.
Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Ere. What! is my lord of Winchester install’d, Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. And call'd unto a cardinal's degree!
Pucel. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs’d:-Then, I perceive, that will be verify'd,
10 Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; Henry the fifth did sometime prophesy,
Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. If once he come to be a cardinal,
Dau. Then on, my lords; and France be forHe'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.
[Exeunt. K.Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits Have been consider'd and debated on.
SCEN E IV. Your purpose is both good and reasonable: Alarum : excursions. Enter Joan la Pucelle. And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd
Pucel. The regent conquers and the Frenchmen To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts'; [fly.--
Glo.And for the profferof mylordyour master, You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
Appcar, and aid me in this enterprize!
Enter Fiends. He doth intend she shall be England's queen.
55 This speedy and quick appearance argues proof K. Henry. In argument and proof of which
your accustom'd diligence to me.
that are cull'd
[They walk, and speak not. 'i. e. barbarity, savageness. · Periapts were charms sewed up and worn about the neck as preservatives from disease or danger. Of these, the first chapter of St. John's Gospel was deemed the most efficacious. * The north was always supposed to be the particular habitation of bad spirits. Milton assembles the rebel angels in the north. oo 3