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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
SERVANT。 O my dear lord； lo where your son is borne！ TALBOT。
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； In thy despite shall scape mortality。 O thou whose
wounds become hard…favoured 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＇ Enter CHARLES； ALENCON； BURGUNDY；
BASTARD； LA PUCELLE； and forces
CHARLES。 Had York and Somerset brought rescue in； We should
have found a bloody day of this。 BASTARD。 How the young whelp of
Talbot's； raging wood； Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood！
PUCELLE。 Once I encount'red him； and thus I said： 'Thou maiden youth；
be vanquish'd by a maid。' But with a proud majestical high scorn He
answer'd 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
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unworthy fight。 BURGUNDY。 Doubtless he would have made a noble
knight。 See where he lies inhearsed in the arms Of the most bloody nurser
of his harms！ BASTARD。 Hew them to pieces； hack their bones asunder；
Whose life was England's glory； Gallia's wonder。 CHARLES。 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。 CHARLES。 On what submissive message art
thou sent？ LUCY。 Submission； Dauphin！ 'Tis 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。 CHARLES。 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 Marshal to Henry the Sixth
Of all his wars within the realm of France？ PUCELLE。 Here's a silly…
stately style indeed！ The Turk； that two and fifty kingdoms hath； Writes
not so tedious a style as this。 Him that thou magnifi'st with all these tides；
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…bans into bullets turn'd； That I in rage might shoot them at
your faces！ O that I could but can these dead to life！ It were enough to
fright the realm of France。 Were but his picture left amongst 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。 PUCELLE。 I
think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost； He speaks with such a proud
commanding spirit。 For God's sake； let him have them； to keep them here；
They would but stink； and putrefy the air。 CHARLES。 Go； take their
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bodies hence。 LUCY。 I'll bear them hence； but from their ashes shall be
rear'd A phoenix that shall make all France afeard。 CHARLES。 So we be
rid of them； do with them what thou wilt。 And now to Paris in this
conquering vein！ All will be ours； now bloody Talbot's slain。 Exeunt
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ACT V。
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SCENE 1。
London。 The palace
Sennet。 Enter the KING； GLOUCESTER； and EXETER
KING HENRY。 Have you perus'd the letters from the Pope； The
Emperor； and the Earl of Armagnac？ GLOUCESTER。 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。
KING HENRY。 How doth your Grace affect their motion？
GLOUCESTER。 Well； my good lord； and as the only means To stop
effusion of our Christian blood And stablish quietness on every side。
KING HENRY。 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。 GLOUCESTER。 Beside； my lord； the sooner to
effect And surer bind this knot of amity； The Earl of Armagnac； near knit
to Charles