4.2.11948 Enter [Lord] Talbot, with [a] Trumpet[er] and Drum[mer], [and Soldiers,]1949 before Bordeaux. Go to the gates of Bordeaux, trumpeter.
4.2.3.1 [The trumpeter] sounds [a parley].1952 Enter [French] General, aloft. 4.2.41953English John Talbot, captain, calls you forth,
4.2.51954Servant in arms to Harry King of England;
4.2.61955And thus he would: open your city gates,
4.2.71956Be humble to us, call my sovereign yours
4.2.81957And do him homage as obedient subjects,
4.2.91958And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power.
4.2.101959But if you frown upon this proffered peace,
4.2.111960You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
4.2.121961Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire,
4.2.141963Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers
Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
4.2.171966Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge,
4.2.191968On us thou canst not enter but by death,
4.2.211970And strong enough to issue out and fight.
4.2.221971If thou retire, the Dauphin well appointed
4.2.231972Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee.
4.2.241973On either hand thee there are squadrons pitched
4.2.251974To wall thee from the liberty of flight,
4.2.261975And no way canst thou turn thee for redress
4.2.271976But death doth front thee with apparent spoil,
4.2.281977And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
4.2.291978Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament
4.2.311980Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
4.2.321981Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man
4.2.361985For ere the glass that now begins to run
4.2.381987These eyes that see thee now well colorèd
4.2.391988Shall see thee withered, bloody, pale, and dead.
4.2.401990Hark, hark, the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,
4.2.421992And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.
He fables not. I hear the enemy.
4.2.441994Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
4.2.461996How are we parked and bounded in a pale,
4.2.471997A little herd of England's timorous deer
4.2.481998Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs.
4.2.491999If we be English deer, be then in blood,
4.2.502000Not rascal-like to fall down with a pinch,
4.2.512001But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,
4.2.522002Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
4.2.532003And make the cowards stand aloof at bay.
4.2.552005And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
4.2.562006God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
4.2.572007Prosper our colors in this dangerous fight.
[Exeunt.]