Page 263 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

And fly would Talbot never though he might. Exeunt.

SOMERSET

If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu! [45]

LUCY

His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.

Scene V IT

Enter Talbot and [John] his son.

T ALBOT

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. [5]
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 [10]
By sudden flight. Come, dally not, be gone.

JOHN

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! [15]
The world will say, he is not Talbot’s blood
That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.

T ALBOT

Fly, to revenge my death if I be slain.

JOHN

He that flies so will ne’er return again.