Speeches (Lines) for Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury
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The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
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With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
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For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
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What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
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Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
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Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
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Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
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My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
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Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
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A maid, they say. |
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Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:
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Not all together: better far, I guess,
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And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
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Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
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Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him? |
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Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men
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Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
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Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
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Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
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Prisoner! to whom? |
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Ha, ha, ha! |
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I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
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I am indeed. |
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No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
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That will I show you presently.
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Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
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France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
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Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
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Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field? |
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I speak not to that railing Hecate,
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Signior, hang! base muleters of France!
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And there will we be too, ere it be long,
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But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
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Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
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Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
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Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?
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But yet, before we go, let's not forget
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My gracious prince, and honourable peers,
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Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
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When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
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Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
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I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
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Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter:
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He fables not; I hear the enemy:
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O young John Talbot! I did send for thee
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Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. |
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If we both stay, we both are sure to die. |
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Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? |
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Upon my blessing, I command thee go. |
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Part of thy father may be saved in thee. |
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Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it. |
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Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain. |
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And leave my followers here to fight and die?
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Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,
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Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight.
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When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,
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Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
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Where is my other life? mine own is gone;
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Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
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