Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William / Nashe, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1590 (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 454 words
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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 Talbots blood, That basely fled, when Noble Talbot stood. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. He that flies so, will ne'er return again. If we both stay, we both are sure to dye. 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, every one 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. Shall all thy Mother's hopes lie in one Tomb? I rather than I'll shame my Mother's Womb, Upon my Blessing I command thee go. To fight I will, but not to fly the Foe. Part of thy Father may be saved in thee. No part of him, but will be shame in me. Thou never hadst Renown, nor canst not lose it. Yes, your renowned Name: shall flight abuse it? Thy Father's charge shall clear thee from that stain. You cannot witness for me, being slain. If Death be so apparent, then both fly. And leave my followers here to fight and dye? My Age was never tainted with such shame. And shall my Youth be guilty of such blame? No more can I be severed from your side, Then can yourself, yourself in twain divide: Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; For live I will not, if my Father dye. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair Son, Borne to eclipse thy Life this afternoon: Come, side by side, together live and dye, And Soul with Soul from France to Heaven fly. 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 Iohn Talbot? pause, and take thy breath, I gave thee Life, and rescued thee from Death. O twice my Father, twice am I thy Son: The Life thou gav'st me first, was lost and done, Till with thy Warlike Sword, despite of Fate, To my determined time thou gav'st new date.
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Is my name Talbot? and am I your Sonne? And ſhall I flye? O, if you loue my Mother, Diſhonor not her Honorable Name, To make a Baſtard, and a Slaue of me: The World will ſay, he is not Talbots blood, That baſely fled, when Noble Talbot ſtood. Flye, to reuenge my death, if I be ſlaine. He that flyes ſo, will ne're returne againe. If we both ſtay, we both are ſure to dye. Then let me ſtay, and Father doe you flye: Your loſſe is great, ſo your regard ſhould be; My worth vnknowne, no loſſe is knowne in me. Vpon my death, the French can little boaſt; In yours they will, in you all hopes are loſt. Flight cannot ſtayne the Honor you haue wonne, But mine it will, that no Exploit haue done. You fled for Vantage, euery one will ſweare: But if I bow, they'le ſay it was for feare. There is no hope that euer I will ſtay, If the firſt howre I ſhrinke and run away: Here on my knee I begge Mortalitie, Rather then Life, preſeru'd with Infamie. Shall all thy Mothers hopes lye in one Tombe? I rather then Ile ſhame my Mothers Wombe, Vpon my Bleſſing I command thee goe. To fight I will, but not to flye the Foe. Part of thy Father may be ſau'd in thee. No part of him, but will be ſhame in mee. Thou neuer hadſt Renowne, nor canſt not loſe it. Yes, your renowned Name: ſhall flight abuſe it? Thy Fathers charge ſhal cleare thee from yt ſtaine. You cannot witneſſe for me, being ſlaine. If Death be ſo apparant, then both flye. And leaue my followers here to fight and dye? My Age was neuer tainted with ſuch ſhame. And ſhall my Youth be guiltie of ſuch blame? No more can I be ſeuered from your ſide, Then can your ſelfe, your ſelfe in twaine diuide: Stay, goe, doe what you will, the like doe I; For liue I will not, if my Father dye. Then here I take my leaue of thee, faire Sonne, Borne to eclipſe thy Life this afternoone: Come, ſide by ſide, together liue and dye, And Soule with Soule from France to Heauen flye. Saint George, and Victory; fight Souldiers, fight: The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word, And left vs to the rage of France his Sword. Where is Iohn Talbot? pawſe, and take thy breath, I gaue thee Life, and reſcu'd thee from Death. O twice my Father, twice am I thy Sonne: The Life thou gau'ſt me firſt, was loſt and done, Till with thy Warlike Sword, deſpight of Fate, To my determin'd time thou gau'ſt new date.