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Tal. Thou never hadît renown, nor canst not lose it John: Yes, your renowned name ; thall fight abuse it Tal. Thy father's charge Mall clear thee from that

stain, John. Youcannot witness for me, being Nain, 9.1103 If death be so apparent, then both fly. 11 inci so

Tal. And leave my followers here to fight and died My age was never tainted with fuch shame. post

John. And thall my youth be guilty of such blame? No more can I be sever'd from your Gide, turi 1}} Than can yourself yourself in twain divide's Stay, go, do what you will, the like dol, For live I will not, if my father die.

Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair for, 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.

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about, and Talbot rescues him. í Tal. St. George, and victory! fight, soldiers, fight: The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word, And left us to the rage of France's sword, Where is John Talbot ? pause, and take thy breath; I gave thee life, and rescu'd thee from death.

John. O, twice my father! cwice am I thy son ;
The life thou gav'st me first was lost and done,
Till with thy warlike sword, despight of fate,
To my determin'd time chou gav'st new date.
Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword

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It warm’d thy father's heart with proud desire
Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age,
Quickend with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
Beat down Alanson, Orleans, Burgundy,
And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thee.

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The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood
Froin thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
Of thy first Fight, I foon encountered,
And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed
Some of his baftard blood, and in disgrace?
Bespoke him thus ; Contaminated, bale,
And mis-begotten blood I spill of thine,
Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine,
Which thou didit force from Talbot, my brave boy -
Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care, !
Art not thou weary, John ? how doft thou fare?
Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
Now thou art seald the son of Chivalry?
Fly, to revenge my death, when I am dead;
The help of one stands me in little stead.
Oh, too much folly is it, well I wor,
To hazard all our lives in one small boat.
If I to-day die not with Frenchmens' rage,
To-morrow I shall die with mickle age;.
By me they nothing gain ; and, if I stay,
? I'is but the shortning of my life one day ;
In thee thy mother dies, our houshold's name,
My death’s revenge, thy youth, and England's fame,
All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay,
All these are fav’d, 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.
Oh what advantage bought with such a shame,
To save a paultry life, and Nay bright fame!

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Çal. Then follow thou thy desp'rate Sire of Crete, Thou Icarus ! thy life to me is fweet If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side ; And, commendable prov’d, let's die in pride. [Exeunt.

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Ein wis ow Tel. Where is my other life ? mine' own is gone. O! where's young Talbor? where is valiant John ? Triumphane Death, * smeard with captivity! Young Talbot's valour niakes me smile ar thée. When he perceiv'd me shrink, and on my knees ni His bloody fword he brandish'd over me, And, like a hungry Lion, did commence Rough deeds of rage, and stern impatience';;

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TO NORITY Enter John Talbot, borne. ' cxifti ?,54! | Seru. O my dear Lord ! lol where your son is borne. Tal. * Thou antick death, which laught'it us here

to scorn, Anon, from thy insulting tyranný, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, Two Talbots winged through the lither sky, In thy despight, hall ’scape mortality. O thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, Speak to thy father, ere thou yield thy breath. Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no, Imagine him a Frenchman, and thy foe.gr Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say, “ Had death been French, then death had died to day.” Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms , My spirit can no longer bear these harms. Soldiers, adieu. I have what I would have your Now my old arms are young John Talbot's Grave.

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AD York and Somerset brought rescue in, We should have found a bloody day of this. Baft. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging brood Did flesh his puny fword in Frenchmens' blood!

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Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I faid : "Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid." But with a proud, majeftical, high fcorn He anfwer'd thus: "Young Talbot was not born "To be the pillage of a giglot wench." So, rufhing in the Bowels of the French, He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.

Bur. Doubtlefs, he would have made a noble Knight: See, where he lies inherfed in the arms Of the most bloody nurfer of his harms.

Baft. Hew them to pieces, hack their bones afunder; Whofe life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.

Char. Oh, no. Forbear. For that which we have fled During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

9 The return of rhyme where young Talbot is again inentioned, and in no other place, ftrength ens the fufpicion, that these verfes were originally part of

fome other work, and were copied here only to fave the trouble of compofing new.

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