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Henry VI part one

Act IV, Scene 6

 

A field of battle.
 
[Alarum: excursions, wherein JOHN TALBOT is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him]
 
TALBOT
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      Saint^George,| and vic|tory; fight | soldiers,| fight:
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      The re|gent 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 fa|ther, twice | am I | thy son:
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      The life | thou gavest | 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 | deter|mined time | thou gavest | new date.
 
TALBOT
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10    When from the | Dauphin's | crest thy | sword struck fire,
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      It warmed | thy fa|ther'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 war|like^rage,
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      Beat^down | Alen|con, Or|leans,| Burgun||dy,
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      And | from the pride | of Gal|lia res|cued thee.
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      The ire|ful bas|tard Or|leans,| that drew || blood
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      From | thee my | boy, and | had the | maiden||hood
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      Of | thy first | fight, I | soon en|countered,
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      And in|terchan|ging blows | I quick|ly shed
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20    Some of | his bas|tard blood;| and in | disgrace
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      Bespoke | him thus;| Contam|ina|ted, 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 Bas|tard to | destroy,
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      Came in strong res|cue. Speak,| thy fa|ther'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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30    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 | to-day | die not | with French|men's rage,
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      To-mor|row I | shall die | with mick|le age:
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      By me | they no|thing gain | an if | I stay;
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      'Tis but | the short|ening of | my life | one^day:
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      In thee | thy mo|ther dies,| our house|hold's^name,
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      My death's | revenge,| thy youth,| and En|gland's fame:
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40    All these | and more | we ha|zard 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 Or|leans | 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 | advan|tage, bought | with such | a shame,
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      To save | a pal|try 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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50    Surely,| by all | the glo|ry you | have won,
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      An 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 fa|ther's side;
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      And com|menda|ble proved,| let's die | in pride.
 
[Exeunt]

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