2169 Alarum: Excursions, wherein Talbots Sonne 2170 is hemm'd about, and Talbot 2172 Talb. Saint
George,
and Vi
ctory;
fight Souldiers,
fight:
2173The Regent hath with
Talbot broke his word,
2174And left vs to the rage of France his Sword.
2175Where is
Iohn Talbot? paw
se,
and take thy breath,
2176I gaue thee Life,
and re
scu'd thee from Death.
2177 Iohn. O twice my Father,
twice am I thy Sonne:
2178The Life thou gau'
st me
fir
st, was lo
st and done,
2179Till with thy Warlike Sword,
de
spight of Fate,
2180To my determin'd time thou gau'
st new date.
2181 Talb. When frō the
Dolphins Cre
st thy Sword
struck
fire,
2182It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd de
sire
2183Of bold-fac't Vi
ctorie. Then Leaden Age,
2184Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene,
and Warlike Rage,
2185Beat downe
Alanson, Orleance, Burgundie,
2186And from the Pride of Gallia re
scued thee.
2187The irefull Ba
stard
Orleance, that drew blood
2188From thee my Boy, and had the Maidenhood
2189Of thy
fir
st fight, I
soone encountred,
2190And interchanging blowes,
I quickly
shed
2191Some of his Ba
stard blood,
and in di
sgrace
2192Be
spoke him thus: Contaminated,
ba
se,
2193And mis-begotten blood,
I
spill of thine,
2194Meane and right poore, for that pure blood of mine,
2195Which thou did
st force from
Talbot,
my braue Boy.
2196Here purpo
sing the Ba
stard to de
stroy,
2197Came in
strong re
scue. Speake thy Fathers care:
2198Art thou not wearie,
Iohn? How do'
st thou fare?
2199Wilt thou yet leaue the Battaile,
Boy,
and
flie,
2200Now thou art
seal'd the Sonne of Chiualrie?
2201Flye,
to reuenge my death when I am dead,
2202The helpe of one
stands me in little
stead.
2203Oh,
too much folly is it,
well I wot,
2204To hazard all our liues in one
small Boat.
2205If I to day dye not with Frenchmens Rage,
2206To morrow I
shall dye with mickle Age.
2207By me they nothing gaine, and if I
stay,
2208'Tis but the
shortning of my Life one day.
2209In thee thy Mother dyes,
our Hou
seholds Name,
2210My Deaths Reuenge,
thy Youth,
and Englands Fame:
2211All the
se,
and more,
we hazard by thy
stay;
2212All the
se are
sau'd, if thou wilt
flye away.
2213 Iohn. The Sword of
Orleance hath not made me
smart,
2214The
se words of yours draw Life-blood from my Heart.
2215On that aduantage, bought with
such a
shame,
2216To
saue a paltry Life,
and
slay bright Fame,
2217Before young
Talbot from old
Talbot flye,
2218The Coward Hor
se that beares me,
fall and dye:
2219And like me to the pe
sant Boyes of France,
2220To be Shames
scorne,
and
subie
ct of Mi
schance.
2221Surely,
by all the Glorie you haue wonne,
2222And if I
flye,
I am not
Talbots Sonne.
2223Then talke no more of
flight,
it is no boot,
2224If Sonne to
Talbot, dye at
Talbots foot.
2225 Talb. Then follow thou thy de
sp'rate Syre of Creet,
2226Thou
Icarus,
thy Life to me is
sweet:
2227If thou wilt
fight,
fight by thy Fathers
side,
2228And commendable prou'd, let's dye in pride.
Exit.