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A field of battle.
[Alarum: excursions, wherein JOHN TALBOT is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues
him]
TALBOT
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Saint George, and vict|ory;/ fight sold|iers,
fight:
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The reg|ent hath | with Tal|bot broke | his word,
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And left | us to | the rage | of France | his
sword.
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Where is John Tal|bot? Pause,| and take | thy
breath,
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I gave | thee life,| and res|cued thee | from
death.
JOHN TALBOT
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O twice | my fath|er, twice | am I | thy son:
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The life | thou gavst | me first,| was lost |
and done,
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Till with | thy war|like sword,| despite | of
late,
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To my | determ|ined time | thou gavest | new*
date.
TALBOT
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When from the | Dauphin's | crest thy | sword struck
fire,
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It warmed | thy fath|er's heart | with proud |
desire
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Of bold-|faced vic/tory.| Then lead|en age,
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Quickened | with youth|ful spleen,| and
warlike rage,
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Beat^down | Alen|con, Orl|eans,| Burgun||dy,
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And | from the pride | of Gal|lia res|cued thee.
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The ire|ful bast|ard Orl|eans, that / drew blood
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From thee | my boy,| and had | the maid|enhood
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Of thy / first fight,| I soon | encount|ered,
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And int|erchan|ging blows,| I quick|ly shed
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Some of | his bast|ard blood,| and in | disgrace
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Bespoke | him thus:| Contam|inat|ed, base,
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And mis|begot|ten blood,| I spill | of thine,
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Mean and | right poor,/ for that | pure blood of mine,
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Which thou | didst force | from Tal|bot, my /
brave boy.
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Here pur|posing | the bast|ard to | destroy,
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Came in strong res|cue. Speak,| thy fath|er's
care:
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Art thou | not wear|y, John?| how dost | thou
fare?
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Wilt thou | yet leave | the bat|tle, boy,| and
fly,
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Now thou | art sealed | the son | of chiv|alry?
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Fly, to | revenge | my death | when I | am
dead,
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The help | of one | stands me | in lit|tle stead.
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Oh, too | much fol|ly is | it, well | I wot,
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To haz|ard all | our lives | in one / small boat.
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If I | today die not | with French|men's rage,
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Tomor|row I | shall die | with mick|le age.
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By me | they noth|ing gain,| and if | I stay,
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'Tis but | the short|ening of | my life |
one^day.
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In thee | thy moth|er dies,| our
house|hold's^name,
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My death's | revenge,| thy youth,| and Eng|land's
fame:
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All these,| and more,| we haz|ard by | thy stay;
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All these | are saved,| if thou | wilt fly |
away.
JOHN TALBOT
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The sword | of Orl|eans hath | not made | me
smart,
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These words | of yours | draw life-blood | from
my heart.
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On that | advant|age, bought | with such | a
shame,
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To save | a palt|ry life,| and slay bright fame,
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Before | young Tal|bot from | old^Tal|bot fly,
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The cow|ard horse | that bears | me, fall | and
die:
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And like | me to | the peas|ant boys | of France,
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To be / shame's scorn | and sub|ject of |
mischance.
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Surely,| by all | the glo|ry you | have won,
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And if | I fly,| I am | not Tal|bot's son.
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Then talk | no more | of flight,| it is | no
boot,
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If son | to Tal|bot, die | at Tal|bot's foot.
TALBOT
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Then fol|low thou | thy des|perate sire | of
Crete,
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Thou Ic|arus,| thy life | to me | is sweet:
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If thou | wilt fight,| fight^by | thy fath|er's
side,
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And com|menda|ble proved,| let's^die | in pride.
[Exeunt]