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| Character | General | |
|---|---|---|
| Gender | Male | |
| Age Range(s) | Adult (36-50), Senior (>50) | |
| Type of monologue / Character is | Angry, Scolding, Flips out, Descriptive | |
| Type | Dramatic | |
| Period | Renaissance | |
| Genre | Historical, Drama | |
| Description | General's speech to Talbot at the gates of Bordeaux | |
| Location | ACT IV, Scene II | |
Summary
The setting is the Hundred Years' War. The English, led by general Talbot are fighting the French, led by Joan of Arc and King Charles.
After having conquered the city of Rouen, Talbot marches to Bordeaux. He demands the French General to open the gates and accept King Henry VI as their king or the English army will attack them.
In this monologue the French General tells Talbot that the French are strong enough to resist them. King Charles and his troops will also attack the English from behind and he will be unable to escape. His death is imminent.
After having conquered the city of Rouen, Talbot marches to Bordeaux. He demands the French General to open the gates and accept King Henry VI as their king or the English army will attack them.
In this monologue the French General tells Talbot that the French are strong enough to resist them. King Charles and his troops will also attack the English from behind and he will be unable to escape. His death is imminent.
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| General Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge! The period of thy tyranny approacheth. On us thou canst not enter but by death; For, I protest, we are well fortified And strong enough to issue out and fight: If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee: On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, To wall thee from the liberty of flight; And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, But death doth front thee with apparent spoil And pale destruction meets thee in the face. Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament To rive their dangerous artillery Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot. Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man, Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit! This is the latest glory of thy praise That I, thy enemy, due thee withal; For ere the glass, that now begins to run, Finish the process of his sandy hour, These eyes, that see thee now well coloured, Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale and dead. [Drum afar off Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul; And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. |
