Act 4, Scene 7

Another part of the field.

  1. [Alarum: excursions. Enter old Talbot led by a Servant.]
  2. Lord Talbot
  3. 2050 Where is my other life? mine own is gone;
  4. 2051 O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?
  5. 2052 Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,
  6. 2053 Young Talbot's valor makes me smile at thee:
  7. 2054 When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,
  8. 2055 His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
  9. 2056 And, like a hungry lion, did commence
  10. 2057 Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
  11. 2058 But when my angry guardant stood alone,
  12. 2059 Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none,
  13. 2060 Dizzy-ey'd fury and great rage of heart
  14. 2061 Suddenly made him from my side to start
  15. 2062 Into the clustering battle of the French;
  16. 2063 And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
  17. 2064 His over-mounting spirit, and there died,
  18. 2065 My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
  19. Servant
  20. 2066 O my dear lord, lo where your son is borne!
  21. [Enter soldiers, with the body of young Talbot.]
  22. Lord Talbot
  23. 2067 Thou antic Death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
  24. 2068 Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
  25. 2069 Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
  26. 2070 Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
  27. 2071 In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
  28. 2072 O thou, whose wounds become hard-favor'd death,
  29. 2073 Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
  30. 2074 Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
  31. 2075 Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
  32. 2076 Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
  33. 2077 Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
  34. 2078 Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
  35. 2079 My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
  36. 2080 Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
  37. 2081 Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
  38. [Dies.]
  39. [Enter Charles, Alencon, Burgundy, Bastard, La Pucelle, and forces.]
  40. Charles, the Dauphin
  41. 2082 Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
  42. 2083 We should have found a bloody day of this.
  43. Bastard of Orleans
  44. 2084 How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood,
  45. 2085 Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!
  46. Joan la Pucelle
  47. 2086 Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:
  48. 2087 'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid.'
  49. 2088 But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
  50. 2089 He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born
  51. 2090 To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'
  52. 2091 So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
  53. 2092 He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
  54. Duke of Burgundy
  55. 2093 Doubtless he would have made a noble knight:
  56. 2094 See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms
  57. 2095 Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!
  58. Bastard of Orleans
  59. 2096 Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder,
  60. 2097 Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
  61. Charles, the Dauphin
  62. 2098 O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
  63. 2099 During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
  64. [Enter Sir William Lucy, attended; Herald of the French preceding.]
  65. Sir William Lucy
  66. 2100 Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,
  67. 2101 To know who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.
  68. Charles, the Dauphin
  69. 2102 On what submissive message art thou sent?
  70. Sir William Lucy
  71. 2103 Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;
  72. 2104 We English warriors wot not what it means.
  73. 2105 I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en,
  74. 2106 And to survey the bodies of the dead.
  75. Charles, the Dauphin
  76. 2107 For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
  77. 2108 But tell me whom thou seek'st.
  78. Sir William Lucy
  79. 2109 But where's the great Alcides of the field,
  80. 2110 Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
  81. 2111 Created for his rare success in arms,
  82. 2112 Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence;
  83. 2113 Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
  84. 2114 Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,
  85. 2115 Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
  86. 2116 The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
  87. 2117 Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
  88. 2118 Worthy Saint Michael, and the Golden Fleece;
  89. 2119 Great marshal to Henry the Sixth
  90. 2120 Of all his wars within the realm of France?
  91. Joan la Pucelle
  92. 2121 Here's a silly stately style indeed!
  93. 2122 The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
  94. 2123 Writes not so tedious a style as this.
  95. 2124 Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles
  96. 2125 Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.
  97. Sir William Lucy
  98. 2126 Is Talbot slain, the Frenchman's only scourge,
  99. 2127 Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
  100. 2128 O, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
  101. 2129 That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
  102. 2130 O, that I could but can these dead to life!
  103. 2131 It were enough to fright the realm of France:
  104. 2132 Were but his picture left amongst you here,
  105. 2133 It would amaze the proudest of you all.
  106. 2134 Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
  107. 2135 And give them burial as beseems their worth.
  108. Joan la Pucelle
  109. 2136 I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
  110. 2137 He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit,
  111. 2138 For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
  112. 2139 They would but stink, and putrify the air.
  113. Charles, the Dauphin
  114. 2140 Go, take their bodies hence.
  115. Sir William Lucy
  116. 2141 I 'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be
  117. 2142 rear'd
  118. 2143 A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
  119. Charles, the Dauphin
  120. 2144 So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
  121. 2145 And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
  122. 2146 All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.
  123. [Exeunt.]