Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate, It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire Mean and right poor; for that pure blood of mine, Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care; AH these are sav'd, if thou wilt fly away. 5 To my determin'd time-] i. e. ended. John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart, These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart: Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot; 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. [Exeunt. SCENE VII. Another Part of the same. Alarum: 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? • On that advantage, bought with such a shame, (To save a paltry life, and slay bright fame,)] The sense is— Before young Talbot fly from his father, (in order to save his life while he destroys his character,) on, or for the sake of, the advantages you mention, namely, preserving our household's name, &c. may my coward horse drop down dead! MALOne. བ་ And like me to the peasant boys of France ;] To like one to the peasants, is, to compare, to level by comparison. Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity! 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,* O thou whose wounds become hard-favoured death, 8 Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity!] That is, death stained and dishonoured with captivity. JOHNSON. 9 Tend'ring my ruin,] Watching me with tenderness in my fall. 'Thou antick death,] The fool, or antick of the play, made sport by mocking the graver personages. 2 yielding. winged through the lither sky,] Lither is flexible or 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; 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, We should have found a bloody day of this. Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging wood,3 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 3raging-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 JOHNSON. of a giglot wench :] Giglot is a wanton, or a strumpet. Сс VOL. V. 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? 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? |