Page 270 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Created for his rare success in arms
Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence,
Lord Talbot of Goodrich and Urchinfield,
Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton, [65]
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge,
Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
Worthy Saint Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
Great Marshal to Henry the Sixth [70]
Of all his wars within the realm of France?

PUCELLE

Here’s a silly stately style indeed:
The Turk, that two-and-fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not so tedious a style as this.
Him that thou magnifi’st with all these titles [75]
Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.

LUCY

Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen’s only scourge,
Your kingdom’s terror and black Nemesis?
O were my mine eye-balls into bullets turned,
That I in rage might shoot them at your faces! [80]
O that I could but call these dead to life,
It were enough to fright the realm of France!
Were but his picture left amongst you here
It would amaze the proudest of you all.
Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence [85]
And give them burial as beseems their worth.

PUCELLE

I think this upstart is old Talbot’s ghost,
He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
For God’s sake, let him have him; to keep them here,
They would but stink and putrefy the air. [90]

CHARLES

Go take their bodies hence.

LUCY