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; Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the two Bodies. Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, BURGUNDY, Bastard, LA PUCELLE, and Forces. Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!* So, rushing in the bowels of the French, Bur. Doubtless, he would have made a noble knight: See, where he lies inhersed in the arms raging-wood,] i. e. raging mad. in Frenchmen's blood!] The return of rhyme where young Talbot is again mentioned, and in no other place, strengthens the suspicion that these verses were originally part of some other work, and were copied here only to save the trouble of composing new. JOHNSON. of a giglot wench:] Giglot is a wanton, or a strumpet. VOL. VI. R Bast. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder; Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. Char. O, no; forbear: for that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead. Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY, attended; a French Herald preceding. Lucy. Herald, Conduct me to the Dauphin's tent; to know Char. On what submissive message art thou sent? Lucy. Submission, Dauphin? 'tis a mere French word; We English warriors wot not what it means. Char. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is. But tell me whom thou seek'st. Lucy. Where is 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 Verdun of Alton, The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge; Of all his wars within the realm of France? Writes not so tedious a style as this. Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles, Lucy. Is Talbot slain; the Frenchmen's only scourge, Your kingdoms terrour and black Nemesis? Give me their bodies; that I may bear them hence, Puc. 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. I'll bear them hence: But from their ashes shall be rear'd A phoenix that shall make all France afeard. Char. 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. [Exeunt. ACT V. SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace. Enter King HENRY, GLOSTER, and EXETER. K. Hen. Have you perus'd the letters from the pope, The emperor, and the earl of Armagnac? Glo. I have, my lord; and their intent is this,They humbly sue unto your excellence, To have a godly peace concluded of, Between the realms of England and of France. K. Hen. How doth your grace affect their motion? Glo. Well, my good lord; and as the only means To stop effusion of our Christian blood, And 'stablish quietness on every side. K. Hen. Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought, It was both impious and unnatural, That such immanity and bloody strife Glo. Beside, my lord,-the sooner to effect, The earl of Armagnac-near knit to Charles, And fitter is my study and my books, Than wanton dalliance with a paramour. Yet, call the ambassadors; and, as you please, 6 immanity-] i. e. barbarity, savageness. So let them have their answers every one: Enter a Legate, and Two Ambassadors, with WINCHESTER, in a Cardinal's Habit. Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester install'd, And call'd unto a cardinal's degree!' Then, I perceive, that will be verified, Henry the fifth did sometime prophecy,If once he come to be a cardinal, He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown. K. Hen. My lords ambassadors, your several suits Have been consider'd and debated on. Your purpose is both good and reasonable: Glo. And for the proffer of my lord your master,- K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contrách, Bear her this jewel, [To the Amb.] pledge of my affection. And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, 7 What! is my lord of Winchester install'd, And call'd unto a cardinal's degree!] This argues a great forgetfulness in the poet. In the first Act Gloster says: I'll canvass thee in thy broad cordinal's hat:" and it is strange that the Duke of Exeter should not know of his advancement. |