Henry VI, Pt. 1
Act 4, Scene 7
Another part of the battlefield.
- Alarum. Excursions. Enter old Talbot led by his Servant.
Lord Talbot2 - 17
- Where is my other life? Mine own is gone.
- O, where’s young Talbot? Where is valiant John?
- Triumphant Death, smear’d with captivity,
- Young Talbot’s valor makes me smile at thee.
- When he perceiv’d me shrink and on my knee,
- His bloody sword he brandish’d over me,
- And like a hungry lion did commence
- Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
- But when my angry guardant stood alone,
- Tend’ring my ruin and assail’d of none,
- Dizzy-ey’d fury and great rage of heart
- Suddenly made him from my side to start
- Into the clust’ring battle of the French;
- And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
- His overmounting spirit; and there died
- My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
- Enter Soldiers with John Talbot borne.
- O my dear lord, lo where your son is borne!
Lord Talbot20 - 34
- Thou antic Death, which laugh’st us here to scorn,
- Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
- Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
- Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
- In thy despite shall scape mortality.
- O thou whose wounds become hard-favored 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 smiles, methinks, as who should say,
- Had Death been French, then Death had died today.
- 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.
- Enter Charles, Alanson, Burgundy, Bastard, and Pucelle with
Dauphin of France38 - 39
- Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
- We should have found a bloody day of this.
Bastard of Orléans40 - 41
- How the young whelp of Talbot’s, raging wood,
- Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen’s blood!
Joan de Pucelle42 - 48
- Once I encount’red him, and thus I said:
- “Thou maiden youth, be vanquish’d by a maid!”
- But with a proud majestical high scorn
- 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.
Duke of Burgundy49 - 51
- Doubtless he would have made a noble knight.
- See where he lies inhearsed in the arms
- Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!
Bastard of Orléans52 - 53
- Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder,
- Whose life was England’s glory, Gallia’s wonder.
Dauphin of France54 - 55
- O no, forbear! For that which we have fled
- During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
- Enter Lucy attended, Herald of the French preceding.
Sir William Lucy57 - 58
- Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin’s tent,
- To know who hath obtain’d the glory of the day.
Dauphin of France59
- On what submissive message art thou sent?
Sir William Lucy60 - 63
- Submission, Dauphin? ’Tis a mere French word;
- We English warriors wot not what it means.
- I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta’en,
- And to survey the bodies of the dead.
Dauphin of France64 - 65
- For prisoners ask’st thou? Hell our prison is.
- But tell me whom thou seek’st.
Sir William Lucy66 - 77
- But where’s the great Alcides of the field,
- Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
- Created, for his rare success in arms,
- Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence,
- Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
- Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
- Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
- The thrice-victorious Lord of Faulconbridge,
- Knight of the noble Order of Saint George,
- Worthy Saint Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
- Great marshal to Henry the Sixth
- Of all his wars within the realm of France?
Joan de Pucelle78 - 82
- Here’s a silly stately style indeed!
- The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
- Writes not so tedious a style as this.
- Him that thou magnifi’st with all these titles
- Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.
Sir William Lucy83 - 92
- Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen’s only scourge,
- Your kingdom’s terror and black Nemesis?
- O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn’d,
- That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
- O, that I could but call these dead to life,
- It were enough to fright the realm of France!
- Were but his picture left amongst you here,
- It would amaze the proudest of you all.
- Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
- And give them burial as beseems their worth.
Joan de Pucelle93 - 96
- I think this upstart is old Talbot’s ghost,
- He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
- For God’s sake let him have ’em; to keep them here,
- They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
Dauphin of France97
- Go take their bodies hence.
Sir William Lucy98 - 99
- I’ll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear’d
- A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
Dauphin of France100 - 102
- So we be rid of them, do with ’em what thou wilt.
- And now to Paris in this conquering vein,
- All will be ours, now bloody Talbot’s slain.