Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)
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Enter Talbot and his Sonne.
2115To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre,
¶That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd,
¶Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire.
¶But O malignant and ill-boading Starres,
2120Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death,
¶A terrible and vnauoyded danger:
¶By sodaine flight. Come, dally not, be gone.
2125 Iohn. Is my name Talbot? and am I your Sonne?
¶And shall I flye? O, if you loue my Mother,
¶Dishonor not her Honorable Name,
¶To make a Bastard, and a Slaue of me:
¶The World will say, he is not Talbots blood,
¶Vpon my death, the French can little boast;
¶In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
¶Flight cannot stayne the Honor you haue wonne,
2140But mine it will, that no Exploit haue done.
¶You fled for Vantage, euery one will sweare:
¶But if I bow, they'le say it was for feare.
¶There is no hope that euer I will stay,
2145Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie,
¶Rather then Life, preseru'd with Infamie.
¶ Talb. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe?
2150 Iohn. To fight I will, but not to flye the Foe.
¶If Death be so apparant, then both flye.
¶ Talb. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye?
¶Stay, goe, doe what you will, the like doe I;
¶For liue I will not, if my Father dye.
2165 Talb. Then here I take my leaue of thee, faire Sonne,
¶Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoone:
¶And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye.
Exit.
