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Henry VI, Part I
[I, 4] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
532 |
What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die whiles—
He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.'
Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched shall France be only in my name.
[Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens]
What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
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Henry VI, Part I
[II, 2] |
Messenger |
799 |
The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,
With modesty admiring thy renown,
By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
To visit her poor castle where she lies,
That she may boast she hath beheld the man
Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
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3 |
Henry VI, Part I
[II, 2] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
809 |
Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:
And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
And in submission will attend on her.
Will not your honours bear me company?
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4 |
Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2] |
Sir John Fastolfe |
1566 |
Ay,
All the Talbots in the world, to save my life!
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5 |
Henry VI, Part I
[III, 3] |
Bastard of Orleans |
1617 |
Search out thy wit for secret policies,
And we will make thee famous through the world.
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6 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 4] |
Sir William Lucy |
2099 |
Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;
Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
And whiles the honourable captain there
Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
Let not your private discord keep away
The levied succors that should lend him aid,
While he, renowned noble gentleman,
Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,
And Talbot perisheth by your default.
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7 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 4] |
Sir William Lucy |
2132 |
His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
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8 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 5] |
John Talbot |
2146 |
Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?
And shall I fly? O if you love my mother,
Dishonour not her honourable name,
To make a bastard and a slave of me!
The world will say, he is not Talbot's blood,
That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.
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9 |
Henry VI, Part I
[V, 2] |
Joan la Pucelle |
2441 |
Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
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10 |
Henry VI, Part I
[V, 4] |
Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester) |
2705 |
Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
To fill the world with vicious qualities.
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