Come, come and lay him in his father’s arms:
30 My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
[♦] Now my old arms are young John Talbot’s grave. [Dies.
Enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, BURGUNDY, Bastard, LA PUCELLE, and forces.
[♦] Char. Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
We should have found a bloody day of this.
[35] Bast. How the young whelp of Talbot’s, raging-wood,
Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen’s blood!
Puc. Once I encounter’d him, and thus I said: