Act 4, Scene 7
Another part of the field.
- [Alarum: excursions. Enter old Talbot led by a Servant.]
- Lord Talbot
- 2050 Where is my other life? mine own is gone;
- 2051 O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?
- 2052 Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,
- 2053 Young Talbot's valor makes me smile at thee:
- 2054 When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,
- 2055 His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
- 2056 And, like a hungry lion, did commence
- 2057 Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
- 2058 But when my angry guardant stood alone,
- 2059 Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none,
- 2060 Dizzy-ey'd fury and great rage of heart
- 2061 Suddenly made him from my side to start
- 2062 Into the clustering battle of the French;
- 2063 And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
- 2064 His over-mounting spirit, and there died,
- 2065 My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
- Servant
- 2066 O my dear lord, lo where your son is borne!
- [Enter soldiers, with the body of young Talbot.]
- Lord Talbot
- 2067 Thou antic Death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
- 2068 Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
- 2069 Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
- 2070 Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
- 2071 In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
- 2072 O thou, whose wounds become hard-favor'd death,
- 2073 Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
- 2074 Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
- 2075 Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
- 2076 Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
- 2077 Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
- 2078 Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
- 2079 My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
- 2080 Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
- 2081 Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
- [Dies.]
- [Enter Charles, Alencon, Burgundy, Bastard, La Pucelle, and forces.]
- Charles, the Dauphin
- 2082 Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
- 2083 We should have found a bloody day of this.
- Bastard of Orleans
- 2084 How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood,
- 2085 Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!
- Joan la Pucelle
- 2086 Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:
- 2087 'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid.'
- 2088 But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
- 2089 He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born
- 2090 To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'
- 2091 So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
- 2092 He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
- Duke of Burgundy
- 2093 Doubtless he would have made a noble knight:
- 2094 See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms
- 2095 Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!
- Bastard of Orleans
- 2096 Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder,
- 2097 Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
- Charles, the Dauphin
- 2098 O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
- 2099 During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
- [Enter Sir William Lucy, attended; Herald of the French preceding.]
- Sir William Lucy
- 2100 Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,
- 2101 To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.
- Charles, the Dauphin
- 2102 On what submissive message art thou sent?
- Sir William Lucy
- 2103 Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;
- 2104 We English warriors wot not what it means.
- 2105 I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en,
- 2106 And to survey the bodies of the dead.
- Charles, the Dauphin
- 2107 For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
- 2108 But tell me whom thou seek'st.
- Sir William Lucy
- 2109 But where's the great Alcides of the field,
- 2110 Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
- 2111 Created for his rare success in arms,
- 2112 Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence;
- 2113 Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
- 2114 Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,
- 2115 Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
- 2116 The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
- 2117 Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
- 2118 Worthy Saint Michael, and the Golden Fleece;
- 2119 Great marshal to Henry the Sixth
- 2120 Of all his wars within the realm of France?
- Joan la Pucelle
- 2121 Here's a silly stately style indeed!
- 2122 The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
- 2123 Writes not so tedious a style as this.
- 2124 Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles
- 2125 Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.
- Sir William Lucy
- 2126 Is Talbot slain, the Frenchman's only scourge,
- 2127 Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
- 2128 O, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
- 2129 That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
- 2130 O, that I could but can these dead to life!
- 2131 It were enough to fright the realm of France:
- 2132 Were but his picture left amongst you here,
- 2133 It would amaze the proudest of you all.
- 2134 Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
- 2135 And give them burial as beseems their worth.
- Joan la Pucelle
- 2136 I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
- 2137 He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit,
- 2138 For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
- 2139 They would but stink, and putrify the air.
- Charles, the Dauphin
- 2140 Go, take their bodies hence.
- Sir William Lucy
- 2141 I 'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be
- 2142 rear'd
- 2143 A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
- Charles, the Dauphin
- 2144 So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
- 2145 And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
- 2146 All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.
- [Exeunt.]