[10] Tendering my ruin and assail’d of none,
Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart
Suddenly made him from my side to start
Into the clustering battle of the French;
And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
15 His over-mounting spirit, and there died,
My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
[♦] Serv. O my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne!
Enter Soldiers, with the body of young TALBOT.
Tal. Thou antic death, which laugh’st us here to scorn,