Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence;
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield, 64
Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnivall of Sheffield,
The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
Knight of the noble order of Saint George, 68
Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece;
Great mareschal to Henry the Sixth
Of all his wars within the realm of France?
Joan. Here is a silly stately style indeed! 72
The Turk, that two-and-fifty kingdoms hath,
Writes not so tedious a style as this.
Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles,
Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet. 76
Lucy. Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,
Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
O! were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
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 among you here,
It would amaze the proudest of you all. 84
Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence,
And give them burial as beseems their worth.
Joan. I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here 89
They would but stink and putrefy the air.
Char. Go, take their bodies hence.
63-71 Cf. n.
72 style: title
84 amaze: astound
89, 94 'em; cf. n.
