And from the Pride of Gallia refcu'd thee.
The ireful Bastard, Orleans, that drew Blood
From thee, my Boy, and had the Maidenhood,
Of thy firft Fight, I foon encountred;
And, interchanging blows, I quickly fhed
Some of his Baftard Blood, and in his Disgrace
Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, bafe,
And mifbegotten Blood, I spill of thine,
Mean and right poor, for that pure Blood of

Which thou didst force from Talbot my brave
Boy----

Here, purpofing the Baftard to destroy,
Came in trong Rescue. Speak thy Father's
Care,

Art thou not weary; John? how doft thou fare.

Wilt thou yet leave the Battle, Boy, and fly,
Now thou art feal'd the Son of Chivalry?
Fly to revenge my Death when I am dead,
The Help of one ftands me in little Stead.
Oh too much folly is it, well I wot,
To hazard all our Lives in one fmall Boat!
If I die not to-day with Frenchmen's Rage,
To-morrow I fhall die with mickle Age;
By me they nothing gain; and if I stay,
"I is but the fhortening of my Life one Day.
In thee thy Mother dies our Houfhold's Name
My Death's Revenge, thy Youth and England's

Fame:

All these and more, we hazard by thy Stay: All these are faved if thou wilt fly away.

JOHN.

JOHN.

The Sword of Orleans hath not made me

fmart,

Thefe Words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart.

Out on that Vantage bought with fuch a fhame,
To fave a paltry Life, and flay bright Fame!
Before young Talbot from old Talbot By,

The coward Horse that bears me fall and die!
And like me to the Peafant Boys of France,
To be Shame, Scorn,and Subject of Mischance.
Surely by all the Glory you have won,
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.

Alarm, Excurfions, Enter old Talbot led.

TALBOT.

Where is my other Life? mine own is gone; O where is young Talbot? where is valiant John?

Triumphant Death, fmear'd with captivity, Young Talbot's Valour makes me fmile at thee, When he perceived me fhrink, and on my

Knee,

His bloody Sword he brandifh'd over me:
And, like a hungry Lion, did commence
Rough Deeds of rage, and ftern Impatience:
But when my angry Guardant ftood alone
Tendring my ruin, and affailed of none,
Dizzy-ey'd Fury, and great rage of Heart,
Suddenly made him from my fide to start
Into the clustering Battle of the French:

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And in that Sea of Blood, my Boy did drench
His over mounting Spirit, and there dy'd
My Icarus, my Bloffom! in his Pride.

Enter John Talbot, borne. '

SERVANT.

O my dear Lord, lo! where your Son is borne.

TALBOT.

Thou antic 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 'fcape Mortality.

O thou, whofe 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 should 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.

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King Henry the Sixth.

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HE Contention between the two Houfes of York and Lancaster furnishes the Incidents which compofe this Play. The Action begins with King Henry's Marriage, which was in the twenty third Year of his Reign, and closes with the firft Battle fought at St. Albans and won by the York Faction, in the thirty third Year of his Reign; fo that it takes in the Hiftory and Tranfactions of ten Years.

Shakespear has copied Holingfhed pretty clofe ly throughout this whole Play, except in his Relation of the Duke of Suffolk's Death.

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The Chronicle tells us, that King Henry, to fatisfy the Nobility and People, who hated this Favourite, condemned him to Banishment during the Space of five Years. In his Paffage to France he was taken by a Ship of War belonging to the Duke of Exeter, Constable of the Tower; the Captain of which Ship carried him into Dover Road, and there ftruck off his Head on the Side of a Cock-boat.

In Shakespear, he is taken by English Pyrates on the Coast of Kent, who, notwithstanding the large Ranfom he offers them, refolve to murder him: One of them, in the Courfe of his Converfation with the Duke, tells him, that his Name is Walter Whitmore; and obferving him ftart, afks him, if he is frighted at Death, to which Suffolk replied.

Thy Name affrights me, in whose Sound is
Death,

A cunning Man did calculate my Birth,
And told me that by Walter I fhould die.

This Circumftance is not to be found, either in Hall or Holingfhed; and as it has greatly the Air of Fiction, Shakespear probably borrowed it from the fame Tale that furnished him with the Loves of Suffolk and the Queen, on which several paffionate Scenes in this Play, as well as the former, are Built.

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