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.

SCENE VII.

Another Part of the Same.

[Exeunt.

Alarums: Excursions. Enter TALBOT wounded, supported by a Servant.

Tal. 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 valour 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,
Tendering 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, bearing the Body of JOHN TAlbot.
Serv. O, my dear lord! lo, where your son is borne!
Tal. Thou antick, 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-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.
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.

Alarums. Exeunt Soldiers and Servant, leaving the two Bodies.

Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, BURGUNDY, Bastard, LA PU

CELLE, and Forces.

Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,

We should have found a bloody day of this.

Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging wood, Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!

Puc. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said, "Thou maiden youth be vanquish'd by a maid:" But with a proud, majestical high scorn,

He answered 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.

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 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 who hath obtain'd the glory of the day.

Char.

On what submissive message art thou sent?

Lucy. Submission, Dauphin! 't is 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.

Char. For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is. But tell me whom thou seek'st.

Lucy. 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 Verdun of Alton,
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, lord Furnival of Sheffield,
The thrice victorious lord of Falconbridge;
Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
Worthy Saint Michael, and the golden fleece;
Great mareshal to Henry the sixth

Of all his wars within the realm of France?

Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed!
The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not so tedious a style as this.

Him, that thou magnifiest with all these titles,
Stinking, and fly-blown, lies here at our feet.

Lucy. Is Talbot slain? the Frenchmen's only scourge,
Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?

O! were mine eye-balls 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 among 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.

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.

Char. Go, take their bodies hence.
Lucy.

But from their ashes shall be rear'd

A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.

I'll bear them hence:

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.

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

Should reign among professors of one faith.

Glo. Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect,

And surer bind, this knot of amity,

The earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
A man of great authority in France,

Proffers his only daughter to your grace

In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry,

[Exeunt.

K. Hen. Marriage, uncle? alas! my years are young,

And fitter is my study and my books,

Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Yet, call th' ambassadors; and, as you please,
So let them have their answers every one:
I shall be well content with any choice,
Tends to God's glory, and my country's weal.

Enter a Legate, and two Ambassadors, with Winchester, as a Cardinal.

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 prophesy,

"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;
And, therefore, are we certainly resolv'd,
To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
Which, by my lord of Winchester, we mean
Shall be transported presently to France.

Glo. And for the proffer of my lord, your master,
I have inform'd his highness so at large,
As- liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
Her beauty, and the value of her dower, -
He doth intend she shall be England's queen.

K. Hen. In argument and proof of which contract,
Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
And so, my lord protector, see them guarded,
And safely brought to Dover; where, inshipp'd,
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.

[Exeunt King HENRY and Train; Gloster, Exeter,
and Ambassadors.

Win. Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive The sum of money, which I promised

Should be deliver'd to his holiness

For clothing me in these grave ornaments.

Leg. I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
Win. Now, Winchester will not submit, I trow,

Or be inferior to the proudest peer.

Humphrey of Gloster, thou shalt well perceive,
That, neither in birth, or for authority,

The bishop will be overborne by thee: