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Henry VI part one

Act IV, Scene 2

 

Before Bourdeaux.
 
[Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum]
 
TALBOT
       ,            ,          ,    ,      ,
      Go to | the gates | of Bour|deaux, trum/peter:
       ,              ,    2   ,            ,
      Summon | their gen|eral un|to the / wall.
 
[Trumpet sounds. Enter General and others, aloft]
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      Eng||lish John | Talbot,| captains,| calls you | forth,
       ,     2       ,        ,        ,        ,
      Servant in | arms to | Harry | King of | England;
            ,         ,     ,            ,      ,
      And thus | he would:| Open | your cit|y gates,
          ,       ,         ,        ,     2     ,
      Be hum|ble to | us; call | my sov|ereign yours,
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      And do | him hom|age as o|bedient | subjects,
            ,          ,        ,         ,       ,
      And I'll | withdraw | me and | my blood|y power.
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      But if | you frown | upon | this prof|fered peace,
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10    You tempt | the fu|ry of my | three at|tendants,
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      Lean famine, quar|tering steel,| and climb|ing fire;
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      Who in | a mo|ment, e|ven with | the earth
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      Shall^lay | your state|ly and / air-brav|ing towers,
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      If you | forsake | the of|fer of | their love.
 
GENERAL
            ,    ,          ,       ,         ,
      Thou om|inous | and fear|ful owl | of death,
           ,         ,       ,            ,        ,
      Our na|tion's ter|ror and | their blood|y scourge,
           ,   2   ,        ,     ,        ,      ->
      The per|iod of | thy tyr|anny | approach|eth.
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      On | us thou canst | not en|ter but | by death;
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      For I | protest | we are / well for|tified
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20    And strong | enough | to is|sue out | and fight:
           ,        ,         ,         ,        ,      ->
      If thou | retire,| the Dau|phin well | appoint||ed,
         ,         2       ,         ,        ,        ,
      Stands | with the snares | of war | to tan|gle thee:
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      On ei|ther hand | thee there | are squad|rons pitched,
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      To wall | thee from | the lib|erty | of flight;
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      And no | way canst | thou turn | thee for | redress,
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      But death | doth front | thee with | appar|ent spoil
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      And pale | destruc|tion meets | thee in | the face.
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      Ten thou|sand French | have tane | the sac|rament
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      To rive | their dan|gerous | artil|lery
         ,        ,          ,         ,        ,      ->
30    Upon | no Chris|tian soul | but En|glish Tal||bot.
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      Lo,| there thou | standst a | breathing | valiant || man
        2        ,     ,       ,            x
      Of an | invin|cible | uncon|quered spirit:
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      This is | the lat|est glo|ry of | thy praise
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      That I | thy en|emy | due thee | withal;
           ,          ,           ,        ,        ,
      For ere | the glass | that now | begins | to run,
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      Finish | the pro|cess of | his san|dy hour,
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      These^eyes | that see | thee now | well colored,
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      Shall see | thee with|ered, blood|y, pale | and dead.
 
[Drum afar off]
        T    T    .   T           ,        ,        ,
      Hark hark, the Dau|phin's drum,| a warn|ing bell,
             ,      ,      ,        ,    2     ,
40    Sings^hea|vy mu|sic to | thy tim|orous soul;
            ,            ,          ,       ,        ,
      And mine | shall ring | thy dire | depar|ture out.
 
[Exeunt General, etc.]
 
TALBOT
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      He fa|bles not;| I hear | the en|emy:
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      Out some | light horse/men, and | peruse | their wings.
         ,      ,          ,        ,       ,
      O neg|ligent | and heed|less dis|cipline,
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      How are | we parked | and boun|ded in | a pale?
         ,        ,        ,          ,    2     ,
      A lit|tle herd | of En|gland's tim|orous deer,
        ,             ,        ,              ,     ,
      Mazed with | a yel|ping ken|nel of / French curs.
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      If we | be En|glish deer,| be then | in blood;
           ,        ,         ,      ,             ,
      Not ras|cal-like | to fall | down with | a pinch,
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50    But ra|ther mood|y-mad:| and des|perate stags
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      Turn on | the blood|y hounds | with heads | of steel
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      And make | the cow|ards stand | aloof | at bay:
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      Sell^ev|ery man | his life | as dear | as mine,
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      And they | shall find | dear deer / of us, | my friends.
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      God and | Saint George, Tal|bot and En|gland's right,
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      Pros|per our col|ors in | this dan|gerous fight.
 
[Exeunt]

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