2172 Talb. Saint George, and Victory; 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? pawse, and take thy breath,

2176I gaue thee Life, and rescu'd thee from Death.

2177 Iohn. O twice my Father, twice am I thy Sonne:

2178The Life thou gau'st me first, was lost and done,

2179Till with thy Warlike Sword, despight of Fate,

2180To my determin'd time thou gau'st new date.

2181 Talb. When frō the Dolphins Crest thy Sword struck fire,

2182It warm'd thy Fathers heart with prowd desire

2183Of bold-fac't Victorie. Then Leaden Age,

2184Quicken'd with Youthfull Spleene, and Warlike Rage,

2185Beat downe Alanson, Orleance, Burgundie,

2186And from the Pride of Gallia rescued thee.

2187The irefull Bastard Orleance, that drew blood

2188From thee my Boy, and had the Maidenhood

2189Of thy first fight, I soone encountred,

2190And interchanging blowes, I quickly shed

2191Some of his Bastard blood, and in disgrace

2192Bespoke him thus: Contaminated, base,

2193And mis-begotten blood, I spill of thine,

2194Meane and right poore, for that pure blood of mine,

2195Which thou didst force from Talbot, my braue Boy.

2196Here purposing the Bastard to destroy,

2197Came in strong rescue. 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 Households Name,

2210My Deaths Reuenge, thy Youth, and Englands Fame:

2211All these, and more, we hazard by thy stay;

2212All these are sau'd, if thou wilt flye away.

2213 Iohn. The Sword of Orleance hath not made me smart,

2214These 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 Horse that beares me, fall and dye:

2219And like me to the pesant Boyes of France,

2220To be Shames scorne, and subiect of Mischance.

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 desp'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.