Alarum: excursions. Enter old TALBOT led by a Servant.
[♦] Tal. Where is my other life? mine own is gone;
O, where’s young Talbot? where is valiant John?
[♦] Triumphant death, smear’d with captivity,
Young Talbot’s valour makes me smile at thee:
5 When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,
His bloody sword he brandish’d over me,
And, like a hungry lion, did commence
Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
But when my angry guardant stood alone,