Tal. Thou never hadft renown, nor canft not lofe it John, Yes, your renowned name; fhall flight abufe it? Tal. Thy father's charge fhall clear thee from that stain. Jumele moronadorstai baɅ John. You cannot witnefs for me, being flain, no? If death be fo apparent, then both flyddogist Tal. And leave my followers here to fight and die My age was never tainted with fuch shame. bas nestá John. And fhall my youth be guilty of fuch blame? No more can I be fever'd from your fide, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I,... For live I will not, if my father die. 147 Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair fon, Born to eclipfe thy life this afternoon. Come, fide by fide, together live and die; And foul with foul from France to heaven fly. [Exeunt. Alarm: excurfions, wherein Talbot's fon is hemm3d about, and Talbot rescues him.D 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 fword, Where is John Talbot? pause, and take thy breath gave thee life, and refcu'd thee from death. I John. O, twice my father! twice am I thy fon; It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire And from the pride of Gallia refcu'd thee. The ireful baftard Orleans, that drew blood Came in ftrong refcue. Speak, thy father's care, John. The fword of Orleans hath not made me smart, On that advantage, bought with fuch a Shame, To fare a faltry life, and flay bright Fame!] This paffage feeins to lie obfcure and difjointed. Neither the Grammar is to be justified; nor is the Sen Before timent better. I have ventur'd at a flight Alteration, which departs fo little from the Reading which has obtain'd, but fo much raises the Sense, as well as takes away the Obfcurity, that I am willing to think it reftores the 003 Author's Before young Talbot from old Talbot,ym nsdw tud The coward horfe, that bears me, fall and diesT And like me to the peafant boys of Frante 49-yssia To be shame's fcorn, and subject of mifehandesbbu? Surely, by all the glory you have wongift An if I fly, I am not Talbot's fond to st 181 ni baА If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's fide e; Alarm. Excurfions. Enter old Talbot, led by the French. Tal. Where is my other life? mine own is gone. O! where's young Talbot? where is valiant John? Triumphant Death, fmear'd with captivity! Young Talbot's valour makes me fmile at thee.vaiči When he perceiv'd me fhrink, and on my knee, n His bloody fword he brandifh'd over me, And, like a hungry Lion, did commence Rough deeds of rage, and ftern impatience; ro Author's Meaning; t But when my angry Guardant food alone,co 4 Enter John Talbot, borne. Serv. O my dear Lord! lo! where your fon is borne. Tal. Thou antick death, which laught'it us here to scorn, Anon, from thy infulting tyranny, Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, Two Talbots winged through the lither fky, O thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who fhould fay, [Dies. 5 Through the lither Sky 1 Lither is flexible or yielding. In much the fame fenfe Milton fays, He with broad fails Winnow'd the buxom air. That is, the obfequious air. ACT V. SCENE to violy sit baisido did on 73 Continues near Bourdeaux no HA We fhould have found a bloody day of this. Bat. How the young whelp of Talbot's raging brood Did flesh his puny fword in Frenchmens' blood! Pucel. Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said : "Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid.” But with a proud, majeftical, high scorn 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. |