An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:

Then talk no more of flight; it is no boot;

If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.

Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:

If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;

And, commendable proved, let's die in pride. [Exeunt.

SCENE VII. Another part of the same.

Alarum: Excursions.

Enter TALBOT, wounded, supported by a Servant.

Tal. Where is my other life?- mine own is gone;-
O, where's young Talbot?-where is valiant John?—
Triumphant death, smeared with captivity!-
Young Talbot's valor makes me smile at thee:-
When he perceived me shrink, and on my knee,
His bloody sword he brandished over me,
And, like a hungry lion, did commence
Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience;
But when my angry guardant stood alone,
Tendering my ruin, and assailed of none,
Dizzy-eyed fury, and great rage of heart
Suddenly made him from my side to start
Into the clustering battle of the French;
And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
His overmounting spirit; and there died
My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

Enter Soldiers, bearing the body of JOHN TALBOT.

Serv. O, my dear lord! lo, where your son is borne ! Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn, Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,

Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,

Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,

In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.

O thou, whose wounds become hard-favored 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 spirit can no longer bear these harms.
Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
Now my old arms are young John Talbot's

grave.

[Dies.

Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the two

bodies.

Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, BURGUNDY, Bastard, LA PUCELLE, and Forces.

Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, We should have found a bloody day of this.

Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging-wood, Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! Puc. Once I encountered him, and thus I said, Thou maiden youth, be vanquished by a maid. But with a proud, majestical, high scornHe answered thus; Young Talbot was not born To be the pillage of a giglot wench:

So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.

Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble knight.
See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms

Of the most bloody nurser of his harms.

Bas. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.

Char. O, no; forbear; for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY, attended, a French Herald preceding.

Lucy. Herald,

Conduct me to the dauphin's tent; to know

Who hath obtained the glory of the day.

Char. On what submissive message art thou sent? Lucy. Submission, dauphin? 'tis a mere French word;

We English warriors wot not what it means.

I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en,

And to survey the bodies of the dead.

Char. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is. But tell me whom thou seek'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 Washford, Waterford, and Valence;
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,

Lord Strange of Blackmere, lord Verdun of Alton,

Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of Sheffield,
The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge;
Knight of the noble order of Saint George,

Worthy Saint Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
Great mareschal to Henry the Sixth,

Of all his wars within the realm of France?

Puc. Here is a silly, stately style indeed!
The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not so tedious a style as this.-

Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles,
Stinking and flyblown, lies here at our feet.

Lucy. Is Talbot slain; the Frenchman's only scourge, Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?

O were mine eyeballs into bullets turned,

That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces!
O that I could but call these dead to life! -
It were enough to fright the realm of France.
Were but his picture left among you here,
It would amaze the proudest of you all.
Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial as beseems their worth.

Puc. I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
He speaks with such a proud, commanding spirit.
For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
Char. Go, take their bodies hence.
Lucy.

But from their ashes shall be reared

I'll bear them hence;

A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.

Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.

And now to Paris, in this conquering vein;
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

[Exeunt.

ACT V.

SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace.

Enter KING HENRY, GLOSTER, and EXETER.

K. Hen. Have you perused the letters from the pope, The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac?

Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is this,They humbly sue unto your excellence,

To have a godly peace concluded of,

Between the realms of England and of France.

K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their motion? Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means

To stop effusion of our Christian blood,

And 'stablish quietness on every side.

K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought, It was both impious and unnatural,

That such immanity and bloody strife

Should reign among professors of one faith.

Glo. Beside, my lord,- the sooner to effect,
And surer bind, this knot of amity,-

The earl of Armagnac-near knit to Charles
A man of great authorisy in France-

Proffers his only daughter to your grace

In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.

K. Hen. Marriage, uncle! alas! my years are young; And fitter is my study and my books,

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.

Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please,

So let them have their answers every one;
I shall be well content with any choice,

Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.

Enter a Legate, and Two Ambassadors, with WINCHESTER, in a cardinal's habit.

Exe. What is my lord of Winchester installed, And called unto a cardinal's degree!

Then, I perceive, that will be verified,

Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,

If once he come to be a cardinal,

He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.

K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits
Have been considered and debated on.

Your purpose is both good and reasonable;
And, therefore, are we certainly resolved
To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean
Shall be transported presently to France.

Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your master,-
I have informed his highness so at large,
As-liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,

Her beauty, and the value of her dower,

He doth intend she shall be England's queen.

K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract,

Bear her this jewel, [To the Amb.] pledge of my affection. And so, my lord protector, see them guarded,

And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipped,

Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

[Exeunt KING HENRY and Train; GLOSTER, EXETER, and Ambassadors.

Win. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first receive The sum of money which I promised

Should be delivered to his holiness

For clothing me in these grave ornaments.

Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Or be inferior to the proudest peer.

Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive,
That, neither in birth, or for authority,
The bishop will be overborne by thee;

I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee,
Or sack this country with a mutiny.

SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou.

[Exeunt.

Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, and Forces, marching.

Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits;

"Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt,

And turn again unto the warlike French.

Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; Else, ruin combat with their palaces!

Enter a Messenger.

Mess. Success unto our valiant general,

And happiness to his accomplices!

Char. What tidings send our scouts? I pr'ythee, speak.

Mess. The English army, that divided was

Into two parts, is now conjoined in one;

And means to give you battle presently.

Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;

But we will presently provide for them.

Bur. I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there;
Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accursed;
Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine;
Let Henry fret, and all the world repine.

Char. Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!

[Exeunt.