William Shakespeare: King Henry VI, First Part

ACT FOURTH 7. SCENE VII. Another part of the field. (continued)

LUCY.
Is Talbot slain, the Frenchman's only scourge,
Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
O, were mine eye-balls into bullets turn'd,
That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
O, that I could but can these dead to life!
It were enough to fright the realm of France:
Were but his picture left amongst you here,
It would amaze the proudest of you all.
Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
And give them burial as beseems their worth.

PUCELLE.
I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit,
For God's sake, let him have 'em; to keep them here,
They would but stink, and putrify the air.

CHARLES.
Go, take their bodies hence.

LUCY.
I 'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be
rear'd
A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.

CHARLES.
So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

[Exeunt.]