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Henry VI part one

Act IV, Scene 5

 

The English camp near Bourdeaux.
 
[Enter TALBOT and JOHN his son]
 
TALBOT
          ,       ,   ,                 ,          ,
      O young | John Tal/bot, I | did send | for thee
          ,       ,         ,      ,        ,
      To tut|or thee | in strat|agems | of war,
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      That Tal|bot's name | might be | in thee | revived,
            ,        ,          ,      ,       ,
      When sap|less age,| and weak | una|ble limbs
               ,          ,       ,         ,         ,
      Should bring | thy fath|er to | his droop|ing chair.
          ,      ,              ,   ,        ,
      But O | malig|nant and / ill-bod|ing stars,
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      Now thou | art come | unto | a feast | of death,
         ,     ,         ,    ,      ,       2->
      A ter|rible | and un|avoid|ed dang||er:
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      Therefore | dear boy,| mount on | my swif|test horse,
            ,        ,          ,           ,         ,
      And I'll | direct | thee how | thou shalt | escape
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      By sud|den flight.| Come, dal/ly not*,| be gone.
 
JOHN TALBOT
          ,     ,   ,              ,           ,
      Is my | name Tal/bot? and | am I | your son?
            ,         ,    ,    2        ,        ,
      And shall | I fly? | O, if you | love my | mother,
          ,      ,         ,    ,       ,
      Dishon|or not | her hon|ora|ble name,
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      To make | a bast|ard, and | a slave | of me:
            ,           ,             ,   ,          ,
      The world | will say,| he is / not Tal|bot's blood,
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      That base|ly fled,| when nob|le Tal|bot stood.
 
TALBOT
       ,            ,          ,        ,        ,
      Fly, to | revenge | my death,| if I | be slain.
 
JOHN TALBOT
                  ,    ,          ,        ,       ,
      He that / flies so,| will nere | return | again.
 
TALBOT
                ,    ,         ,          ,        ,
      If we / both stay,| we both | are sure | to die.
 
JOHN TALBOT
                  ,   ,         ,            ,   ,
      Then let / me stay,| and fath|er do / you fly:
             ,         ,      ,            ,            ,
      Your loss | is great,| so your | regard | should be;
           ,         ,          ,         ,         ,
      My worth | unknown,| no loss | is known | in me.
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      Upon | my death,| the French | can lit|tle boast;
           ,            ,        ,          ,           ,
      In yours | they will,| in you | all hopes | are lost.
         ,             ,          ,      ,          ,
      Flight can|not stain | the hon|or you | have won,
            ,         ,          ,       ,            ,
      But mine | it will,| that no | exploit | have done.
            ,         ,         ,     ,           ,
      You fled | for vant|age, eve|ryone | will swear:
               ,  ,             ,        ,          ,
      But if / I bow,| they'll say | it was | for fear.
                  ,   ,          ,    ,          ,
      There is / no hope | that ev|er I | will stay,
                 ,     ,         ,          ,       ,
      If the / first hour | I shrink | and run | away:
        ,            ,       ,        ,    ,
      Here on | my knee | I beg | mortal|ity,
       ,              ,          ,           ,    ,
      Rather | than life,| preserved | with in|famy.
 
TALBOT
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      Shall all | thy moth|er's hopes | lie in one tomb?
 
JOHN TALBOT
           ,        ,           ,         ,          ,
      Aye rath|er than | I'll shame | my moth|er's womb.
 
TALBOT
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      Upon | my bless|ing, I | command | thee go.
 
JOHN TALBOT
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      To fight | I will,| but not | to fly | the foe.
 
TALBOT
        ,            ,       ,         ,          ,
      Part of | thy fath|er may | be saved | in thee.
 
JOHN TALBOT
           ,        ,          ,         ,         ,
      No part | of him,| but will | be shame | in me.
 
TALBOT
            ,       ,         ,          ,             x
      Thou nev|er hadst | renown,| nor canst | not lose it.
 
JOHN TALBOT
       ,             ,        ,            ,           x
      Yes, your | renown|ed name:| shall flight | abuse it?
 
TALBOT
           ,           ,             ,            ,           ,
      Thy fath|er's charge | shall clear | thee from | that stain.
 
JOHN TALBOT
           ,       ,        ,         ,       ,
      You can|not wit|ness for | me, be|ing slain.
           ,         ,      ,                ,   ,
      If death | be so | appar|ent, then / both fly.
 
TALBOT
            ,         ,     2     ,         ,          ,
      And leave | my fol|lowers here | to fight | and die?
          ,         ,       ,               ,    ,
      My age | was nev|er taint|ed with / such shame.
 
JOHN TALBOT
            ,          ,          ,            ,    ,
      And shall | my youth | be guil|ty of / such blame?
           ,        ,       ,         ,           ,
      No more | can I | be sev|ered from | your side,
            ,         ,          ,          ,         ,
      Than can | yourself,| yourself | in twain | divide:
        T    T   T       2      ,          ,       ,
      Stay, go, do | what you will,| the like | do I;
            ,    ,         ,            ,       ,
      For live | I will | not, if | my fath|er die.
 
TALBOT
             ,        ,         ,          ,           ,
      Then here | I take | my leave | of thee,| fair* son,
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      Born to | eclipse | thy life | this aft|ernoon:
        T     T   .   T       ,        ,         ,
      Come, side by side,| togeth|er live | and die,
            ,           ,            ,         ,       ,
      And soul | with soul | from France | to heav|en fly.
 
[Exeunt]

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