Bow'd down; their lances shiver'd with the shock: The lightning of her sword. In vain the youth Talbot beheld his fall; on the next foe, With rage and anguish wild, the warrior turn'd; His ill-directed weapon to the earth 490 Drove down the unwounded Frank: he strikes again And through his all-in-vain imploring hands Cleaves the poor suppliant. On that dreadful day The sword of Talbot, clogg'd with hostile gore, Made good its vaunt. Amid the heaps his arm 495 Had slain, the chieftain stood and sway'd around His furious strokes: nor ceased he from the fight, Though now discomfited the English troops Fled fast, all panic-struck and spiritless, And mingling with the routed, Fastolffe fled, Fastolffe, all fierce and haughty as he was, False to his former fame; for he beheld The Maiden rushing onward, and such fear 500 Ran through his frame, as thrills the African, When, grateful solace in the sultry hour, He rises on the buoyant billow's breast, 505 And then beholds the inevitable shark But Talbot now A moment paused, for bending thitherward He mark'd a warrior, such as well might ask 510 Known by the English chieftain. Over heaps 514 "And let them fly !" the indignant Earl exclaim'd, "And let them fly! and bear thou witness, chief! That guiltless of this day's disgrace, I fall. But, Frenchman! Talbot will not tamely fall, Nor unrevenged.” 525 So saying, for the war He stood prepared: nor now with heedless rage The champions fought, for either knew full well His foeman's prowess: now they aim the blow Insidious, with quick change then drive the steel Fierce on the side exposed. The unfaithful arms 530 Yield to the strong-driven edge; the blood streams down Their batter'd mail. With swift eye Conrade mark'd The sword of Talbot fell, and with the blow 535 It broke. "Yet yield thee, Englishman!" exclaim'd The generous Frank, "vain is this bloody strife: Me should'st thou conquer, little would my death Avail thee, weak and wounded!" "Long enough Talbot has lived," replied the sullen chief: Now more fierce 540 545 The conflict raged, for careless of himself, But then he held his hand. 66 550 555 Urge not to death This fruitless contest!" he exclaim'd: "Oh chief! Are there not those in England who would feel Who trembles for thy safety, or a child Needing a father's care!" 560 Then Talbot's heart Smote him." Warrior!" he cried, "if thou dost think 565 So saying, he address'd him to the fight, Impatient of existence: from their arms Fire flash'd, and quick they panted; but not long Endured the deadly combat. With full force Down through his shoulder even to the chest, Conrade impell'd the ponderous battle-axe; And at that instant underneath his shield Received the hostile spear. Prone fell the Earl, Even in his death rejoicing that no foe Should live to boast his fall. 570 Then with faint hand Conrade unlaced his helm, and from his brow 575 Wiping the cold dews ominous of death, He laid him on the earth, thence to remove, 580 My lord?" he cried. "God pardon you your sins! The ensigns of my office!" So he said, And paying thus his rite of sepulture, 585 Threw o'er the slaughter'd chief his blazon'd coat. Then Conrade thus bespake him: “Englishman, Do for a dying soldier one kind act! 1 Seek for the Maid of Orleans, bid her haste 590 Hither, and thou shalt gain what recompence It pleaseth thee to ask." The herald soon Meeting the mission'd Virgin, told his tale. Trembling she hasten'd on, and when she knew 595 The death-pale face of Conrade, scarce could Joan Lift up the expiring warrior's heavy hand, And press it to her heart. "I sent for thee, My friend!" with interrupted voice he cried, That I might comfort this my dying hour With one good deed. A fair domain is mine, Let Francis and his Isabel possess 600 That, mine inheritance." He paused awhile, So saying, Conrade drew the javelin forth, And died without a groan. By this the scouts, Forerunning the king's march, upon the plain Of Patay had arrived, of late so gay With marshall'd thousands in their radiant arms, 611 615 And streamers glittering in the noon-tide sun, And blazon'd shields and gay accoutrements, |