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And, like a hungry Lion, did commence
Rough deeds of rage, and ftern impatience :
But when my angry Guardant stood alone,
Tendring my ruin, and affail'd of none,
Dizzy-ey'd fury and great rage of heart
Suddenly made him from my fide to start,
Into the cluftring battle of the French:
And, in that fea of blood, my boy did drench
His over-mounting fpirit; and there dy'd
My Icarus! my bloffom in his pride!

Enter John Talbot, borne.

Serv. O my dear lord! lo! where your fon is borne. Tal. Thou antick death, which laugh'ft us here to fcorn,

Anon, from thy infulting tyranny,

Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,

Two Talbots winged through the lither sky,
In thy defpight, fhall 'scape mortality.

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 fmiles, methinks, as who fhould fay,
"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.

ACT

ACT V. SCENE 1.

Continues near Bourdeaux.

Enter Charles, Alanfon, Burgundy, Bastard and Pucelle.

CHARLES.

AD York and Somerset brought rescue in,

HA

We should have found a bloody day of this. Baft. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging brood Did flesh his puny fword in Frenchmens' blood!

Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I faid: "Thou maiden youth, be vanquifh'd by a maid." But with a proud, majeftical, high fcorn

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He answer'd 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. Doubtlefs, he would have made a noble Knight: See, where he lies inherfed in the arms

Of the most bloody nurfer of his harms.

Baft. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whofe life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Char. Oh, no: forbear: for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

Enter Sir William Lucy.

Lucy. Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent, to know Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.

Char. On what fubmiffive meffage art thou fent? Lucy. Submiffion, Dauphin? 'tis a meer French word, We English warriors wot not, what it means. I come to know what prifoners thou haft ta'en, And to furvey the bodies of the dead.

I - a giglot wench] A drab, ftrumpet.

Mr. Pope.

Char.

Char. For prifoners ask'ft thou? hell our prifon is. But tell me whom thou feek'ft?

Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field,
Valiant lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury?
Created, for his rare fuccefs in arms,

Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence,
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield;

Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
Lord Cromwel of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge,
Knight of the noble Order of St. George,
Worthy St. Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
Great Marshal to our King Henry the Sixth
Of all his wars within the realm of France.

Pucel. Here is a filly, ftately, ftile, indeed:
The Turk, that two and fifty Kingdoms hath,
Writes not fo tedious a ftile as this.

Him that thou magnify'ft with all these titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

Lucy. Is Talbot flain, the Frenchmens' only fcourge,
Your kingdom's terrour and black Nemefis?
Oh, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
Oh, 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 proudeft of you all.
Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial as beseems their worth.

Pucel. I think, this Upstart is old Talbot's ghoft; He speaks with fuch a proud commanding spirit: For God's fake, let him have 'em ; to keep them here, They would but stink and putrifie the air.

Char. Go, take their bodies hence.

Lucy. I'll bear them hence;

But from their ashes, Dauphin, shall be rear'd
A Phoenix, that shall make all France afear'd.

Char

Char. So we be rid of them, do what thou wilt: And now to Paris, in this conq'ring vein;

All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's flain. [Exeunt.

S CE N E II.

Changes to England.

Enter King Henry, Gloucester, and Exeter.

K. Henry, AVE you perus'd the letters from the

HAV

Pope,

The Emperor, and the Earl of Armagnac ?

Glou. I have, my lord; and their intent is this; They humbly fue unto your Excellence,

To have a godly Peace concluded of,

Between the realms of England and of France.

K. Henry. How doth your Grace affect this motion? Glou. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To stop effufion of our Christian blood,

And stablish quietness on ev'ry fide.

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

That such immanity and bloody ftrife

Should reign among profeffors of one Faith.

Glou. Befide, my lord, the fooner to effect

And furer bind this knot of amity,

The Earl of Armagnac, near kin to Charles,
A man of great authority in France,

Proffers his only daughter to your Grace

In marriage, with a large and fumptuous dowry.
.K. Henry. Marriage? alas! my years are yet too
young:

And fitter is my study and my books,
Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet call th' Ambaffadors; and, as you please,
So let them have their answers ev'ry one.

I fhall be well content with any choice,
Tends to God's glory, and my Country's weal.
Enter Winchester, and three Ambassadors.
Exe. What, is my lord of Winchester install'd,
And call'd unto a Cardinal's degree?
Then I perceive That will be verify'd,
Henry the Fifth did sometime prophefie :
"If once he came to be a Cardinal,

"He'll make his Cap coequal with the Crown."

K. Henry. My lords Ambaffadors, your sevʼral suits Have been confider'd and debated on;

Your purpose is both good and reasonable :
And therefore are we certainly refolv'd
To draw conditions of a friendly Peace,
Which by my lord of Winchester we mean
Shall be tranfported presently to France.

Glou. And for the proffer of my lord your mafter,
I have inform'd his Highness fo at large;
As, liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
Her beauty and the value of her dower,
He doth intend She fhall be England's Queen.

K. Henry. In argument and proof of which Contract, Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection. And, fo my lord Protector, fee them guarded, And fafely brought to Dover; where, infhipp'd, Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

[Exeunt King and Train. Win. Stay, my lord Legate, you shall firft receive The fum of money which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his Holinefs,

For cloathing me in these grave ornaments.

Legate. I will attend upon your lordfhip's leisure. Win. Now Winchester will not fubmit, I trow, Or be inferior to the proudeft Peer.

Humphry of Glo' fter, thou fhalt well perceive,
That nor in birth, or for authority,

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