Som. York lies; he might have sent, and had the horse. I owe him little duty, and less love; And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending. Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of France, Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot. Never to England shall he bear his life; But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife. Som. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen straight: Within six hours they will be at his aid. Lucy. Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain; For fly he could not, if he would have fled; you. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The English camp near Bourdeaux. Enter TALBOT and JOHN his Son. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee, To tutor thee in stratagems of war; That Talbot's name might be in thee revived, Now thou art come unto a feast of death, 1 A terrible and unavoided 1 danger : Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse; To make a bastard and a slave of me. The world will say 'He is not Talbot's blood, Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. fly : Your loss is great, so your regard2 should be; Unavoidable. 2 Your care for your own safety. Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb. Tal. Upon my blessing, I command thee go. John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. If death be so apparent, then both fly. Tal. And leave my followers here to fight and die? My age was never tainted with such shame. John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame? No more can I be sever'd from your side, For live I will not, if my father die. Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. Come, side by side together live and die; And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. A field of battle. Alarum. Excursions, wherein TALBOT'S hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him. SON is Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight: The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, And left us to the rage of France his sword. Where is John Talbot?-pause, and take thy breath : I gave thee life, and rescued thee from death. John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son: It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire 1.Ended. Some of his bastard blood; and, in disgrace, Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine, Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy.' Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy, Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care; In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, All these are saved, if thou wilt fly away. John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart ; These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart. On that advantage, bought with such a shame, |