Speeches (Lines) for John Talbot in "History of Henry VI, Part I"

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# Act / Scene Speech text
1 IV / 5
  • Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?
    And shall I fly? O if you love my moth...
  • 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.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee
    To tutor thee in stratagems of war,
    That Talbot's name might be in thee revived
    When sapless age and weak unable limbs
    Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
    But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!
    Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
    A terrible and unavoided danger:
    Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;
    And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
    By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone.

    John Talbot. 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.

2 IV / 5
  • He that flies so will ne'er return again.
  • He that flies so will ne'er return again.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.

    John Talbot. He that flies so will ne'er return again.

3 IV / 5
  • Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
    Your loss is great, so your regar...
  • Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
    Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
    My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
    Upon my death the French can little boast;
    In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
    Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
    But mine it will, that no exploit have done:
    You fled for vantage, everyone will swear;
    But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
    There is no hope that ever I will stay,
    If the first hour I shrink and run away.
    Here on my knee I beg mortality,
    Rather than life preserved with infamy.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. If we both stay, we both are sure to die.

    John Talbot. Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
    Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
    My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
    Upon my death the French can little boast;
    In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
    Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
    But mine it will, that no exploit have done:
    You fled for vantage, everyone will swear;
    But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
    There is no hope that ever I will stay,
    If the first hour I shrink and run away.
    Here on my knee I beg mortality,
    Rather than life preserved with infamy.

4 IV / 5
  • Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.
  • Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?

    John Talbot. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.

5 IV / 5
  • To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
  • To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. Upon my blessing, I command thee go.

    John Talbot. To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.

6 IV / 5
  • No part of him but will be shame in me.
  • No part of him but will be shame in me.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. Part of thy father may be saved in thee.

    John Talbot. No part of him but will be shame in me.

7 IV / 5
  • Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?
  • Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.

    John Talbot. Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?

8 IV / 5
  • You cannot witness for me, being slain.
    If death be so apparent, then both f...
  • You cannot witness for me, being slain.
    If death be so apparent, then both fly.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain.

    John Talbot. You cannot witness for me, being slain.
    If death be so apparent, then both fly.

9 IV / 5
  • And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
    No more can I be sever'd from yo...
  • And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
    No more can I be sever'd from your side,
    Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
    Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
    For live I will not, if my father die.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. And leave my followers here to fight and die?
    My age was never tainted with such shame.

    John Talbot. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
    No more can I be sever'd from your side,
    Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
    Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
    For live I will not, if my father die.

10 IV / 6
  • O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!
    The life thou gavest me first was lo...
  • O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!
    The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,
    Till with thy warlike sword, despite of late,
    To my determined time thou gavest new date.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight.
    The regent hath with Talbot broke his word
    And left us to the rage of France his sword.
    Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath;
    I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.

    John Talbot. O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!
    The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,
    Till with thy warlike sword, despite of late,
    To my determined time thou gavest new date.

11 IV / 6
  • The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
    These words of yours draw life-...
  • The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
    These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
    On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
    To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
    Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
    The coward horse that bears me fail and die!
    And like me to the peasant boys of France,
    To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
    Surely, by all the glory you have won,
    An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
    Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
    If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
  • Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,
    It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire
    Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,
    Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
    Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,
    And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.
    The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood
    From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
    Of thy first fight, I soon encountered,
    And interchanging blows I quickly shed
    Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace
    Bespoke him thus; 'Contaminated, base
    And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
    Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine
    Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:'
    Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
    Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,
    Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare?
    Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
    Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?
    Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead:
    The help of one stands me in little stead.
    O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
    To hazard all our lives in one small boat!
    If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
    To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:
    By me they nothing gain an if I stay;
    'Tis but the shortening of my life one day:
    In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
    My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:
    All these and more we hazard by thy stay;
    All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.

    John Talbot. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
    These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
    On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
    To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
    Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
    The coward horse that bears me fail and die!
    And like me to the peasant boys of France,
    To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
    Surely, by all the glory you have won,
    An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
    Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
    If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.

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