John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame? No more can I be sever'd from your side, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide: Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; For live I will not, if my father die. Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. Come, side by side together live and die; 401 [Exeunt. SCENE VI. Alarum: Excursions, wherein TALBOT's Son is hemm`d about, and TALBOT rescues him. Tal. Saint George, and victory! fight, soldiers, fight: The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, John. O twice, my father! twice am I thy son: struck fire, It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire 411 Quicken'd Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage, 420 Mean and right poor; for that pure blood of mine, 431 440 In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, John. John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart, These words of your's draw life-blood from my heart: Oh what advantage, bought with such a shame, To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame ! Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly, The coward horse, that bears me, fall and die! 450 To be shame's scorn, and subject of mischance! 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. Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet: If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side; And, commendable prov'd, let's die in pride. 460 O, where's young Talbot ? where is valiant John ?— His His bloody sword he brandish'd over me, Enter JOHN TALBOT, borne, 470 Serv. O my dear lord! lo, where your son is borne ! Tal. 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, 48 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 smiles, methinks; as who should say— Had death been French, then death had died to day. Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms; 490 Soldiers, Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have, [Dies. ACT V. SCENE 1. Continues near Bourdeaux. Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, BURGUNDY, Bastard, and JOAN LA PUCELLE. Charles. HAD York and Somerset brought rescue in, Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! So, rushing in the bowels of the French, 10 Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble knight: See, where he lies inhersed in the arms Of the most bloody nurser of his harms. Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asun der; Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Char. |