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Poor boy! he smiles, methinks; as who should
sayHad 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.
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, Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood !4
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.
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.
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
fied During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
Enter Sir William Lucy, attended; a French
Char. On what submissive message art thou sent?
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. Where is the great Alcides of the field,
Puc. Here is a silly stately style indeed!
Writes not so tedious a style as this.-
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
Char. Go, take their bodies hence.
I'll bear them hence:
SCENE I. London. A Room in the Palace.
Enter King HENRY, Gloster, and Exeter.
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 mo
tion? 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,
immanity-] i. e. barbarity, savageness.
So let them have their answers every one:
Enter a Legate, and Two Ambassadors, with Win
CHESTER, in a Cardinals Habit.
Exe. What! is my lord of Winchester installid, And callid 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: And, therefore, are we certainly resolvid 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
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 con
tract, Bear her this jewel, [To the Amb.] pledge of my
affection. And so, my lord protector, see them guarded, And safely brought to Dover; where, inshippd,
? 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.