To be shame’s scorn and subject of mischance!

50 Surely, by all the glory you have won,

[♦] An if I fly, I am not Talbot’s son:

Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;

If son to Talbot, die at Talbot’s foot.

Tal. Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,

55 Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:

If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father’s side;

[♦] And, commendable proved, let’s die in pride. [Exeunt.

adg SCENE VII. Another part of the field.