Come, side by side together live and die; And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. [Exeunt. Alarum: Excursions, wherein Talbot's son is hemm'd about, and Talbot rescues him. Tal. Saint George, and victory! fight, soldiers, fight: The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, And left us to the rage of France his sword. Where is John Talbot? pause, and take thy I breath; gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death. John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son: The life, thou gav'st me first, was lost and done; Till with thy warlike sword, despight of fate, To my determin'd time thou gav'st new date. Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck 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 Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy, Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, base, mine, Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy: Here, 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, To hazard all our lives in one small boat. fame: All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay; John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart, These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart: On that advantage, bought with such a shame,— Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot; Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet: [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 Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity! Enter Soldiers, bearing the body of John Talbot. Serv. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is borne! Tal. Thou antick death, which laugh'st us Anon, from thy insulting tyranny, Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky, 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 Had death been French, then death had died to day. Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; 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! said, Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid: So, rushing in the bowels of the French, Bur. Doubtlefs, he would have made a noble See, where he lies inhersed in the arms Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones Whose life was England's glory, wonder. Gallia's Char. O, no; forbear; for that which we During the life, let us not wrong it dead. Enter Sir William Lucy, attended; a French Lucy. Herald, Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know Char. On what submissive message art thou Lucy. Submission, Dauphin? 'tis a mere We English warriors wot not what it means. Char. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our pri- But tell me whom thou seek'st. |