Go to the gates of Bordeaux, trumpeter.

4.2.31951Summon their general unto the wall.

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,

4.2.131962Who in a moment even with the earth

4.2.141963Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers

4.2.151964If you forsake the offer of their love.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,

4.2.171966Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge,

4.2.181967The period of thy tyranny approacheth.

4.2.191968On us thou canst not enter but by death,

4.2.201969For I protest we are well fortified

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

4.2.301979To rive their dangerous artillery

4.2.311980Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.

4.2.321981Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man

4.2.331982Of an invincible unconquered spirit.

4.2.341983This is the latest glory of thy praise,

4.2.351984That I thy enemy due thee withal,

4.2.361985For ere the glass that now begins to run

4.2.371986Finish the process of his sandy hour,

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,

4.2.411991Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul,

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.

4.2.451995O negligent and heedless discipline,

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.

4.2.542004Sell every man his life as dear as mine

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.