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The levicd succours that should lend him aid, Tal. Part of thy father may be saved in thee. While he, renowned noble gentleman,
John. No part of him, but will be shame in me. Yields up his life unto a world of odds :
Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not Orleans the bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,
lose it. Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,
John. Yes, your renowned name; Shall flight And Talbot perisheth by your default.
abuse it? Som. York set him on, York should have sent Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from him aid.
that stain. Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace ex John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. claims;
If death be so apparent, then both fly. Swearing that you withhold his levied host, Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and Collected for this expedition.
die? Som. York lies; he might have sent and had the My age was never tainted with such shame.
John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame? I owe him little duty, and less love;
No more can I be sever'd from your side, And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending. Than can yourself yourself in twain divide : Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; France,
For live I will not, if my father die. Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot : Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Never to England shall he bear his life;
Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. But dies,
betrayed to fortune by your strife. Come, side by side together live and die; Som. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. straight :
(Exeunt. Within six hours they will be at his aid.
Lucy. Too late coines rescue ; he is ta'en orslain: SCENE VI.—A field of battle. Alarum : ExFor fly he could not, if he would have fled;
cursions, wherein Talbot's Son is hemmed about,
and Talbot rescues him. And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu! Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in
[Exeunt. The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, SCENEV.—The English camp, near Bourdeaux. Where is John Talbot?--pause, and take thy breath;
And left us to the rage of France's sword.
gave thee life, and rescued thee from death. Tal. O young John Talbot ! I did send for thee, John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son. To tutor thee in stratagems of war;
The life thou gav'st me first, was lost and done; That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate, When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, To my determin'd4 time thou gav'st new date. Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. Tal. When from the dauphin's crest thy sword But,- malignant and ill-boding stars !
struck fire, Now thou art come unto a feast of death, It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire A terrible and unavoided2 danger:
Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age, Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse ; | Quickend with youthful spleen, and warlike rage, And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy, By sudden flight: come, dally not, begone. And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee.
John. Is my name Talbot? and am I your son? | The ireful bastard Orleans that drew blood And shall I fly? O, if you love my mother, From thee, my boy; and had the maidenhood Dishonour not her honourable name,
of thy first fight-I soon encountered; To make a bastard, and a slave of me:
And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed The world will say–He is not Talbot's blood, Some of his bastard blood; and, in disgrace, That basely fled, when noble Talbot stood. Bespoke him thus : Contaminated, base,
Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
To hazard all our lives in one small boat. If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away.
If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage, Here, on my knee, I beg mortality,
To-morrow I shall die with mickle age: Rather than life preserv'd with infamy.
By me they nothing gain, an if I stay, Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? ||'T'is but the short'ning of my life one day: John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's || In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, womb.
My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame: Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. Al these, and more, we hazard by thy stay; John. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe. All these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away.
(1) To a field where death will be feasted with (2) For unavoidable. slaughter.
(3) Your care of your own safety. (4) Ended
John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me || Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid: smart,
But—with a proud, majestical high scorn,These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart: He answer'd thus ; Young Talbot was not born On that advantage, bought with such a shame To be the pillage of a gigloto wench : (To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame,) So, rushing in the bowels of the French, Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly, He left me proudly, as unworthy fight. The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die: Bur. Doubtless he would have made a noble And likel me to the peasant boys of France;
knight: To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance! See, where he lies inhersed in the arms Surely, by all the glory you have won,
Of the most bloody nurser of his harms. An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son :
Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
asunder; If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we havefied Thou Icarus ; thy life to me is sweet :
During the life, let us not wrong it dead. If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;
Enter Sir William Lucy, attended; a French And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride.
[Ereunt. SCENE VII.-Another part of the same.-- || Conduct me to the dauphin's tent; to know
Lucy. Herald, Alarum: Excursions. Enter Talbot wounded, || Who hath obtain'd the glory of the day. supported by a Servant.
Char. On what submissive message art thou sent? Tal. Where is my other life!-mine own is Lucy. Submission, dauphin? 'tis a mere French gone :
word; O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?-|| We English warriors wot not what it means. Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity !2 I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en, Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee :-|| And to survey the bodies of the dead, When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knee, Char. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is. His bloody sword he brandish'd over me, But tell me whom thou seek'st. And, like a hungry lion, did commence
Lucy. Where is the great Alcides of the field,
Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
Worthy Saint Michael, and the golden fleece; Sero. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is of all his wars within the realm of France ? borne !
Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed ! Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not so tedious a style as this.Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet. Two Talbots, winged through the lither4 sky, Lucy. Is Talbot slain; the Frenchmen's only In thy despite, shall 'scape mortality.
scourge, O thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis : Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath : O, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd, Brave death by speaking, whether he will, or no; | That I, in rage, might shoot them at your faces ! Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.- O, that I could but call these dead to life! Poor boy! he seniles, rethinks; as who should say-It were enough to fright the realm of France : Had death been French,
then death had died to-day. Were but his picture left among you here, Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; It would amaze7 the proudest of you all. My spirit can no longer bear these harms. Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, Soldiers, adieu ! I have what I would have, And give them burial as beseems their worth. Now my old arins are young John Talbot's grave. Puc. I think, this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
(Dies. He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit. Alarums. Ereunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving | They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here, the two bodies. Enter Charles, Alençon, Bur
Char. Go, take their bodies hence. gundy, Bastard, La Pucelle, and forces.
I'll bear them hence : Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, | But from their ashes shall be rear'd We should have found a bloody day of this. A phanix
that shall make all France afcard. Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging- Char. So we be rid of them, do with 'em what wood,5
thou wilt. Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchrnen's blood! And now to Paris, in this conquering vein;
Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, || All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. (Exe. (1) Liken me, reduce me to a level with.
(4) Flexible, yielding. (2) Death stained and dishonoured with captivity. (5) Raving mad. (6) Wanton. (3) · Watching me with tenderness in my fall.' (7) Confound.
Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive, SCENE I.–London. A room in the palace. The bishop will be overborne by thee:
That, neither in birth, or for authority, Enter King Henry, Gloster, and Exeter.
I'll either make thee stoop, and bend thy knee, K. Hen. Have you perus’d the letters from the Or sack this country with a mutiny. (Exeunt
SCENE 11.-France. Plains in Anjou. Enter and the earl of Armagnac? emperor, Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is this,
Charles, Burgundy, Alençon, La Pucelle, and They humbly sue unto your excellence,
forces, marching To have a godly peace concluded of,
Char. These news, my lords, may cheer our Between the realms of England and of France.
drooping spirits : K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their mo- 'Tis said, the stout Parisians do revolt, tion ?
And turn again unto the warlike French. Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means Alen. Then march to Paris, royal Charles of To stop effusion of our Christian blood,
France, And 'stablish quietness on every side.
And keep not back your powers in dalliance. K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought, Puc. Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; It was both impious and unnatural,
Else, ruin combat with their palaces ! That such immanity and bloody strife
Enter a Messenger. Should reign among professors of one faith.
Glo. Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect, Mess. Success unto our valiant general, And surer bind, this knot of amity,
And happiness to his accomplices ! The earl of Armagnac-near knit to Charles, Char. What tidings send our scouts ? I pr'ythee, A man of great authority in France,
speak. Proffers his only daughter to your grace
Mess. The English army, that divided was In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. Into two parts, is now conjoin'd in one; K. Hen. Marriage, uncle! alas! my years are And means to give you battle presently. young ;
Char. Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is, And fitter is my study and my books,
But we will presently provide for them. Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Bur. I trust, the ghost of Talbot is not there; Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please, Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. So let them have their answers every one ;
Puc. Of all base passions, fear is most accurs'd :I shall be well content with any choice,
Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine; Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal. Let Henry fret, and all the world repine. Enter a Lègate, and two ambassadors, with Win
Char. Then on, my lords; and France be forchester, in a cardinal's habit.
(Exeunt. Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester install’d, || SCENE III.—The same. Before Angiers. And callid unto a cardinal's degree?
Alarums: Excursions. Enter La Pucelle. Then, I perceive, that will be verified,
Puc. The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,
fly:If once he come to be a cardinal,
Now help, ye charming spells, and periapts ;? He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown. And ye choice spirits that admonish me,
K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits And give me signs of future accidents ! Have been consider'd and debated on.
(Thunder. Your purpose is both good and reasonable: You speedy helpers, that are substitutes And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd
Under the lordly monarch of the north,3 To draw conditions of a friendly peace; Appear, and aid me in this enterprise ! Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean
Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your master - This speedy quick appearance argues proof
Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd Her beauty, and the value of her dower,- Out of the powerful regions under earth, He doth intend she shall be England's queen. Help me this once, that France may get the field. K. Hen. In argument and proof of which con
(They walk about, and speak not tráct,
O, hold me not with silence over-long! Bear her this jewel, (To the Amb.] pledge of my Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, affection.
I'll lop a member off, and give it you,
(They hang their heads
Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit. Win. Stay, my lord legate; you shall first receive
(They shake their heads The sum of money, which I promised
Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, Should be deliver'd to his holiness
Entreat you to your wonted furtherance? For clothing me in these grave ornaments. Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all, Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. Before that England give the French the foil
. Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,
[They depart. Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
See! they forsake me. Now the time is come,
(1) Barbarity, savageness.
(3) The north was supposed to be the particulas habitation of bad spirits.
That France must vaill her lofty-plumed crest, Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? And let her head fall into England's lap.
(Aside. My ancient incantations are too weak,
Mar. I were best leave him, for he will not hear. And hell too strong for me to buckle with: Suff. There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card. Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. (Ex. Mar. He talks at random; sure the man is mad. Alarums. Enter French and English, fighting.
Suff. And yet a dispensation may be had. La Pucelle and York fight hand to hand. La
Mar. And yet I would that you would answer me.
Suff. I'll win this lady Margaret. For whom? Pucelle is taken. The French fly.
Why, for my king : Tush! that's a wooden thing York. Damsel of France, I think I have you fast: Mar. He talks of wood: It is some carpenter. Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms, Suff. Yet so my fancys may be satisfied, And try if they can gain your liberty.
And peace established between these realms. A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace! But there remains a scruple in that too: See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows, For though her father be the king of Naples, As if, with Circe, she would change my shape. Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet he is poor, Puc. Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be. And our nobility will scorn the match. [ Aside.
York. O, Charles the dauphin is a proper man; Mar. Hear ye, captain? Are you not at leisure ? No shape but his can please your dainty eye. Suff. It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much: Puc. A plaguing mischief light on Charles, and Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.thee!
Madam, I have a secret to reveal. And may ye both be suddenly surpris'd
Mar. What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
knight, York. Fell, banning2 hag! enchantress, hold thy And will not any way dishonour me. (Aside. tongue.
Suff Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. Puc. I pr’ythee, give me leave to curse a while. Mar. Perhaps, I shall be rescu'd by the French; York. Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the || And then I need not crave his courtesy. (Aside. stake.
(Exeunt. Suff. Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause Alarums. Enter Suffolk, leading in Lady Mar
Mar. Tush! women have been captivate ere
Suff. Lady, wherefore talk you so ? Suff. Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. Mar. I cry you mercy, 'tis but quid for quo.
(Gazes on her. Suff. Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose O fairest beauty, do not fear, nor fly;
Your bondage happy, to be made a queen? For I will touch thee but with reverent hands, Mar. To be a queen in bondage, is more vile, And lay them gently on thy tender side. Than is a slave in base servility ; I kiss these fingers (Kissing her hand.] for eternal For princes should be free. peace:
And so shall you, Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee, If happy England's royal king be free.
Mar. Margaret my name; and daughter to a king, Mar. Why, what concerns his freedom unto me? The king of Naples, whosce'er thou art.
Suff. I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen; Suff: An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call’d. put a golden sceptre in thy hand, Be not offended, nature's miracle,
And set a precious crown upon thy head, Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
If thou wilt condescend to be mySo doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
Mar. I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
Suff. No, gentle madam; I unworthy am
Mar. Ăn if my father please, I am content,
Suff. Then call our captains, and our colours,
[Troops come forward. Hast not a tongue? is she not here tl'y prisoner? ||A parley sounded. Ester Reignier, on the walls
Suff. See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner.
Suffolk, what remedy ?
I am a soldier; and unapt to weep,
Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
Mar. Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea, or no? Hath gain'd thy daughter princely liberty.
(4) An awkward business, an undertaking no
Reig. Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
SCENE IV.-Camp of the Duke of York, in Suff
Fair Margaret knows, Anjou. Enter York, Warwick, and others. That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
York. Bring forth that sorceress, condemn'd to Reig. Upon thy princely warrant, I descend,
burn. To give thee answer of thy just demand.
Exit, from the walls. Enter La Pucelle, guarded, and a Shepherd. Suff. And here I will expect thy coming. Shep. Ah, Joan! this kills thy father's heart
outright! Trumpets sounded. Enter Reignier, below.
Have I sought every country far and near, Reig. Welcome, brave earl, into our territo- And, now it is my chance to find thee out, ries;
Must I behold thy timeless cruel death? Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee! Suff. Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a Puc. Decrepit miser !5 base ignoble wretch ! child,
I am descended of a gentler blood; Fit to be made companion with a king :
Thou art no father, nor no friend, of mine. What answer makes your grace unto my suit? Shep. Out, out!-My lords, an please you, 'tis Reig. Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth,
I did beget her, all the parish knows : To be the princely bride of such a lord; Her mother liveth yet, can testify, Upon condition I may quietly
She was the first fruit of my bachelorship. Enjoy mine own, the county Maine, and Anjou, War. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage? Free from oppression, or the stroke of war, York. This argues what herkind of life hath been; My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please. Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
Suff. That is her ransom, I deliver her; Shep. Fie, Joan! that thou wilt be so obstacle !6 And those two counties, I will undertake, God knows thou art a collop of my flesh; Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy. And for thy sake have I shed many a tear :
Reig. And I again,-in Henry's royal name, Deny me not, I priythee, gentle Joan. As deputy unto that gracious king,
Puc. Peasant, avaunt !- You have suborn'd this Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith. Suff. Reignier of France, I give thee kingly On purpose to obscure my noble birth. thanks,
Shep. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest, Because this is in traffic of a king:
The morn that I was wedded to ber mother.And yet, methinks, I could be well content Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl. To be mine own attorney in this case. [Aside. Wilt thou not stoop ? Now cursed be the time I'll over then to England with this news, Of thy nativity! I would, the milk And make this marriage to be solemniz'd; Thy mother gave thee, when thou suck'dst her So, farewell, Reignier! Set this diamond safe
breast, In golden palaces, as it becomes.
Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake! Reig. I do embrace thee, as I would embrace Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, The Christian prince, king Henry, were he here. I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee ! Mar. Farewell
, my lord! Good wishes, praise, Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab? and prayers,
O, burn her, burn her; hanging is too good. (Exit. Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. [Going York. Take her away; for she hath liv'd too long, Suff. Farewell, sweet madam! But, hark you, | To fill the world with vicious qualities. Margaret ;
Puc. First, let me tell you whom you have con No princely commendations to my king?
demn'd: Mar. Such commendations as become a maid, Not me begotten of a shepherd swain, A virgin, and his servant, say to him.
But issu'd from the progeny of kings; Suff Words sweetly plac'd, and modestly di- Virtuous, and holy chosen from above, rected.
By inspiration of celestial grace,
I never had to do with wicked spirits :
Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents, Never
yet taint with love, I send the king. Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, Suff And this withal.
[Kisses her. Because you want the grace that others have, Ma.. That for thyself;— I will not so presume, You judge it straight a thing impossible To sed such peevish2 tokens to a king: To compass wonders, but by help of devils. [Exeunt Reignier and Margaret
. No, misconceived ! Joan of Arc hath been Suff. O, wert thou for myself!-But, Suffolk,|| A virgin from her tender infancy, stay;
Chaste and immaculate in very thought; Thou may'st not wander in that labyrinth; Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effus'd, There Minotaurs, and ugly treasons, lurk. Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven. Solicit Henry with her wond'rous praise :
York. Ay, ay ;-away with
her to execution. Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount; War. And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid, Mad, natural graces that extinguish art; Spare for no faggots, let there be enough: Repeat their semblance often on the seas, Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake, That, when thou com'st to kneel at Henry's feet, | That so her torture may be shortened. Thou may'st bereave him of his wits with wonder. Puc. Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
[Exit. Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity; (1) Play the hypocrite. (2) Childish. (6) A corruption of obstinate. (3) Wild (4) Untimely
(7) No, ye misconceivers, ye who mistake nie (5) Miser here simply means a miserable creature. Il and my qualities.'