[Soldiers from the Dauphin's suite step forward.
Fastolf. Back! Keep away! Approach not the Departing,
Whom in life ye never wish'd too near you.
Burgun. What do I see? Lord Talbot in his blood!
[He goes towards him. Talbot gazes fixedly at him, and dies.
Fastolf. Off, Burgundy! With th' aspect of a traitor
Poison not the last look of a hero.
Dunois. Dreaded Talbot! stern, unconquerable!
Dost thou content thee with a space so narrow,
And the wide domains of France once could not
Stay the striving of thy giant spirit?—
Now for the first time, Sire, I call you King:
The crown but totter'd on your head, so long
As in this body dwelt a soul.
Charles [after looking at the dead in silence]. It was
A higher hand that conquer'd him, not we.
Here on the soil of France he sleeps, as does
A hero on the shield he would not quit.
Bring him away.[Soldiers lift the corpse, and carry it off.
And peace be with his dust!
A fair memorial shall arise to him
I' th' midst of France: here, where the hero's course
And life were finished, let his bones repose.
Thus far no other foe has e'er advanced.
His epitaph shall be the place he fell on.
Scene IX.
Another empty space in the field of battle. In the distance are seen the towers of Rheims illuminated by the sun.