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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 trump/eter,
       ,              ,    ,       ,         ,
      Summon | their gen|eral | unto | the wall.
 
[Trumpet sounds. Enter General and others, aloft]
       ,        ,   ,       ,          ,         ,
      English John Talbot (captains) calls you forth,  ????
       ,     2       ,        ,        ,        ,
      Servant in | arms to | Harry | King of | England,
            ,         ,     ,            ,      ,
      And thus | he would.| Open | your cit|y gates,
          ,       ,         ,         ,          ,
      Be hum|ble to | us, call | my sove|reign yours,
           ,        ,     2   ,  ,  2      ,
      And do | him hom|age as o|bedient | subjects,
            ,          ,         ,         ,       ,
      And I'll | withdraw | me, and | my blood|y power.
           ,         ,        ,          ,          ,
      But if | you frown | upon | this prof|fered peace,
            ,          ,  ,   2       ,       ,
      You tempt | the fu|ry of my | three at|tendants,  ??
        T    Tx      T     2     ,           ,         ,
      Lean famine, quart|ering steel,| and climb|ing fire,
       ,          ,       ,       ,          ,
      Who in | a mo|ment, ev|en with | the earth,
             ,           ,              ,    ,         ,
      Shall^lay | your state|ly, and / air-brav|ing towers,
          ,         ,         ,      ,           ,
      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,
       ,     2       ,          ,      ,         ,
      On | us thou canst | not ent|er but | by death:
          ,        ,               ,    ,     ,
      For I | protest | we are / well fort|ified,
             ,         ,        ,      ,          ,
      And strong | enough | to is|sue out | and fight.
           ,        ,         ,         ,        ,      ->
      If thou | retire,| the Dauph|in well | appoint||ed,
         ,         2       ,         ,        ,        ,
      Stands | with the snares | of war | to tang|le thee.
          ,        ,            ,           ,           ,
      On eith|er hand | thee, there | are squad|rons pitched,
           ,      ,              ,     ,         ,
      To wall | thee from | the lib|erty | of flight;
           ,         ,            ,          ,        ,
      And no | way canst | thou turn | thee for | redress,
            ,            ,            ,       ,        ,
      But death | doth front | thee with | appar|ent spoil,
            ,         ,         ,           ,         ,
      And pale | destruc|tion meets | thee in | the face:
            ,          ,            ,         ,      ,
      Ten^thous|and French | have tane | the sac|rament,
           ,           ,      ,       ,     ,
      To rive | their dang|erous | artil|lery
         ,        ,          ,         ,        ,      ->
      Upon | no Chris|tian soul | but Eng|lish Tal||bot:
       ,     ,             ,           ,         ,  2       , ->
      Lo,| there thou | standst a | breathing | valiant || man
        2        ,     ,       ,            x
      Of an | invin|cible | uncon|quered spirit:
            ,        ,       ,      ,         ,
      This is | the lat|est glo|ry of | thy praise,
           ,        ,   ,         ,        ,
      That I | thy en|emy | due thee | withal:
           ,          ,           ,        ,        ,
      For ere | the glass | that now | begins | to run,
       ,            ,        ,        ,       ,
      Finish | the pro|cess of | his san|dy hour,
              ,          ,          ,      T   T . T
      These^eyes | that see | thee now | well colored,
             ,           ,          ,        ,          ,
      Shall see | thee with|ered, blood|y, pale | and dead.
 
[Drum afar off]
        T    T    .   T           ,        ,        ,
      Hark hark, the Dauph|in's drum,| a warn|ing bell,
             ,      ,      ,        ,    2     ,
      Sings^hea|vy mus|ic to | thy tim|orous soul,
            ,            ,          ,       ,        ,
      And mine | shall ring | thy dire | depart|ure out.
 
[Exeunt General, etc.]
 
TALBOT
          ,       ,        ,         ,   ,
      He fab|les not,| I hear | the en|emy:
       ,           ,     ,                  ,            ,
      Out some | light horse/men, and | peruse | their wings.
         ,      ,          ,        ,       ,
      O neg|ligent | and heed|less dis|cipline,
       ,              ,           ,       ,       ,
      How are | we parked | and bound|ed in | a pale?
         ,        ,        ,          ,    2     ,
      A lit|tle herd | of Eng|land's tim|orous deer,
        ,              ,       ,              ,     ,
      Mazed with | a yelp|ing ken|nel of / French curs.
          ,       ,         ,         ,         ,
      If we | be Eng|lish deer,| be then | in blood.
           ,        ,         ,      ,             ,
      Not ras|cal-like | to fall | down with | a pinch,
           ,        ,     ,         ,     2     ,
      But rath|er mood|y-mad:| and des|perate stags,
            ,         ,        ,            ,          ,
      Turn^on | the blood|y hounds | with heads | of steel,
            ,         ,         ,        ,        ,
      And make | the cow|ards stand | aloof | at bay:
            ,      ,          ,         ,         ,
      Sell^eve|ry man | his life | as dear | as mine,
            ,            ,      T    T   .  T            ,
      And they | shall find | dear deer of us, | my friends.
       ,           T      T     T     2     ,           ,
      God, and | Saint George, Tal|bot and Eng|land's right,
        ,     2     ,       ,         ,           ,
      Pros|per our col|ors in | this dang|erous fight.
 
[Exeunt]

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