. Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour, name. Off. Here is sir William Lucy, who with me. Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY. Som. How now, Sir William? whither were you sent? Lucy. Whither, my Lord? from bought and Keep off aloof with worthless emulation. Yields up his life unto a world of odds : Som. York set him on, York should have Lucy. And York as fast upon your Grace Swearing, that you withold his levied host, Som. York lies; he might have sent, and had the horse: I owe him little duty, and less love; And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending. Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of France, Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: Within six hours they will be at his aid. Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is talen, or slain: For fly he could not, if he would have fled; And fly would Talbot never, though. he might. Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu! Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in you, [Exeunt SCENE V. The English Camp near Bourdeaux. Enter TALBOT and John his son.. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee, To tutor thee in stratagems of war; That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;. And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape And shall I fly? O, if you love my mother, Your loss is great, so your regard should be;" Rather than life preserv'd with infamy. 1 Tal, Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb, Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. John. To fight I will, but not to fly the fue, Tal. Part of thy father may be sav'd in thee. John. No part of him, but will be shame in me. Tal. Thou never hadst renown, nor not lose it. canst John. Yes, your renowned name; Shall flight abuse it? 1 Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain. John. You cannot witness for me, being slain, If death be so apparent, then both fly. Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and die? My age was never tainted with such shame. No more can I be sever'd from your side, Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. A Field of Battle. 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, And left us to the rage of France his sword. Where is John Talbot? pause, and take thy breath; I gave thee life, and resçu'd thee from death. John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son: The life thou gav'st me first, was lost and done; Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate, sword struck fire, rage, Beat down Alençon, Orleans, Burgundy, Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy: Here, purposing the bastard to destroy, Came in strong rescue. Speak', thy father's care Art not thou weary, John? How dost thou fare? Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly, Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry? |