My death’s revenge, thy youth, and England’s fame:
40 All these and more we hazard by thy stay;
All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.
John. The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
[♦] On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
45 To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
The coward horse that bears me fall and die!
[♦] And like me to the peasant boys of France,