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Till bones, and nesh, and sinews, fall away, Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that So will this base and envious discord breed.

time. And now I fear that fatal prophecy,

Bed. 0,let no words, but deeds, revenge this troaWhich, in the time of Henry, nam'd the fifth,

son! Was in the mouth of every sucking babe,

Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? break That Henry, born at Monmouth, should win all; a lance, And Henry, born at Windsor, should lose all: And run a tilt at death within a chair? Which is so plain, that Exeter doth wish

Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, His days may finish ere that hapless time. (Exit. Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours !

Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
SCENE II. — Frunce. Before Rouen.

And twit with cowardice a man half dead ?
Enter La Pucelle, disguised, and Soldiers dressed Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,

lıke countrymen , with sacks upon their backs. Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
Puc. These are the city gates, the gates of Poien, Puc. Are you so hot, sir?-Yet, Pucelle, hold thy
Through which our policy must make a breach; peace;
Take heed, be wary how you place your words; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. –
Talk like the vn!gar sort of market-inen,

(Talbot, and the rest,consult together. That come to gather money for their corn.

God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker? If we have entrance, (as, I hope, we shall,)

Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field ? And that we find the slothful watch but weak, Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,

To try if that our own be ours, or no. That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. Tal." I speak not to that railing Hecaté, 1 Sold. Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest ; And we be lords and rulers over Roüen;

Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Therefore we'll knock.

(Knocks. Alen. Signior, no. Guaru. (Within.) Qui est ?

Tal. Signior, hang! – base muleteers of France! Puc. Paisans, pauvres gens de France:

Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls, Poor market-folks, that come to sell their corn. And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Guard. Enter, go in; the market-bell is rung. Puc. Captains, away; let's get us from the walls ;

[Opens the gates. For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.Puc. Now, Rouen, i'll shake thy bulwarks to the God be wi’ you, my lord! we came, sir, but to tell you ground.

(Pucelle, etc. enter the city. That we are here. Enter Chakles, Bastard of Orleans, Alençon, and

(Exeunt La Pucelle, etc. from the walls. Forces.

Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Char. Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem! Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen. Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,

Bust. Here enter'd Pucelle, and her practisants; (Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in France,) Now she is there, how will she specify,

Either to get the town again, or die:
Where is the best and safest passage in ?

And I, - as sure as English Henry lives,
Alen. By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; And as his father here was conqueror;
Which, once discern'd, shows, that her meaning is,- As sure as iu this late-betrayed town
No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd. Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried ;
Enter La Pucelle on a battlement: holding out a so sure I swear, to get the town, or die.
torch burning

Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. Puc, Behold, this is the happy wedding torch, Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, That joineth Roüen unto her countrymen ;

The valiant duke of Bedford. Come, my lord, But burning fatal to the Talbotites.

We will bestow you in some better place,
Bust. See, noble Charles! the beacon of our friend, Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age.
The burning torch iu yonder turret stands. Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:

Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge, Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen,
A prophet to the fall of all our foes !

And will be partner of your weal, or woe.
Alen. Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends; Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.

The Dauphin! presently, Erd. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read, And then do execution on the watch. (They enter. That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,

Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English. Came to the field, and vanquished his foes : Tal.France,thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, Methiuks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, If Talbot but survive thy treachery. —

Because I ever found them as myself. Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,

Tal. Vodaunted spirit in a dying breast ! Hath wronght this hellish mischief unawares, Then be it so. - Heavens keep old Bedford safe! That hardly we escap'd the pride of France. And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,

(Exeunt to the town. But gather we our forces out of hand, Alarum : Excursions. Enter, from the town, Bed- And set upon our boasting enemy. FORD, brought in sick, in a chair, with Talbot,

[Exeunt Burgundy, Talbot, and Forces, Buugundy, and the English Forces. Then, enter on

leaving Bedford, and Others. the walls, LA POCELLE, Charles, Bastard, Alençon, Alarum : Excursions. Enter Sir Jous Fastolfe, und and Others.

a Captain. Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread? Cap. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such haste ? I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast,

Fust. Whither away? to save myself by flight; Before he'll buy again at such a rate:

We are like to have the overthrow again. 'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste? Cap. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot ? Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtezan! Fust. Ay, I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own, All the Talbots in the world, to save my life. (Exit. And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Cap. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! (E.rit.

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Retreat : Excursions. Enter, from the town, La Pu- Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind.

CELLE, ALENÇON, CHARLES, etc, and exeunt, flying. Summon a parley, we will talk with him.
Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please;

(4 parley sounded. For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.

Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?

Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
They, that of late were daring with their scoffs, Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy country-
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.

[Dies, and is carried off in his chair. Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am marchAlarum: Enter Talbot, BURGUNDY, and Others. ing hence, Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again!

Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with thy This is a double honour, Burgundy:

Yet, heavens have glory for this victory!

Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument.

Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now? And see the cities and the towns defac'd
I think her old familiar is asleep:

By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!
Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his As looks the mother on her lowly babe,

When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
What, all a-mort? Rouen bangs her head for grief, See, see the piuing malady of France;
That such a valiant company are fled.

Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Now will we take some order in the town,

Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast!
Placing therein some expert officers;

O, turn thy edged sword another way;
And then depart to Paris, to the king;

Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help!
For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies. One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bosom,
Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore;
Tul. But yet, before we go, let's not forget

Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears,
The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, And wash away thy country's stained spots!
But see his exequies fulfill'd in Roüen;

Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
A braver soldier never couched lance,

Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
A gentler heart did never sway in court:

Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,
But kings and mightiest potentates must die;

Doubting thy birth, and lawful progeny.
For that's the end of human misery. (Exeunt. Who join’st thou with, but with a lordly nation,
SCENENI. The same. The plains near the city. That will not tee, but for profit's sake?
Enter Charles, the Bustard, Alençon, La Pucelle, Whea Talbot hath set footing once in France,
and Forces,

And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Who then, but English Henry, will be lord,
Nor grieve, that Rouen is so recovered:

And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive?
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,

Call we to mind, -- and mark but this, for proof ;-
For things, that are not to be remedied.

Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,

And was he not in England prisoner?
And like a peacock sweep along his tail ;

But, when they heard he was thine enemy,.
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train,

They set him free, without his ransom paid,
If Dauphin, and the rest, will be but ruld. In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends.
Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto,

See then! thou tight'st against thy countrymen,
And of thy cunning had no diffidence;

And join'st with them be thy slaughter-men,
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. Come, come, return; return, thon wand'ring lord;

Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms.
And we will make thee famons through the world. Bur, I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers
Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place,

Have batter'd me like roariug cannon-shot,
And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saiut;

And made me almost yield upon my knees,
Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen!

Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise : And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace :
By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, My forces and my power of men are yours;
We will entice the duke of Burgundy

So, farewell, Talbot! I'll no longer trust thee.
To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn again!
Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, Chur. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes
France were no place for Henry's warriors;

us fresh,
Nor should that nation boast it so with us, Bust. And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
But be extirped from our provinces.

Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
Alen. For ever should they be expuls’d from France, And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
And not have title to an earldom here,

Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers;
Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will work, And seek how we may prejudice the foe. (Exeunt.
To bring this matter to the wished end. (Drums heard.
Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive

SCENE IV. – Paris. A room in the palace.
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. Enter King Henry, GLOSTER, and other Lordi

An English March. Enter, and pass over at a Verson, Basset, etc. To them Talbot, and sonde
distance, Talbot and his Forces.

of his officers.
There goes the Talbot, with his coloars spread, Tal. My gracious prince, — and honourable peers,
And all the troops of English after him.

Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
A French March. Enter the Duke of BURGUNDY I have a while given trace auto my wars,
and Forces.

To do my duty to my sovereigu:
Now, in the rcarward, comes the duke, and his; Iu sign whereof, this arm-

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To your obedience fifty fortresses,

When but in all I was six thousand strong,
Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, and that the French were almost ten to one,
Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,

Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; Like to a trusty squire, did ran away;
And, with submissive loyalty of heart,

In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,

Myself, and divers gentlemen beside, First to my God, and next unto your grace.

Were there surpriz'd, and taken prisoners. K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; That hath so long been resident in France ? Or whether that such cowards ought to wear

Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. K.Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious lord! Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamous, When I was young (as yet I am not old,)

And ill beseeming any common man; I do remember how my father said,

Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. A stouter champion never handled sword.

Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
Long since we were resolved of your truth, Knights of the garter were of noble birth;
Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
Yet never have you tasted our reward,

Such as were grown to credit by the wars ;
Or been reguerdon’d with so much as thanks, Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
Because till now we never saw your face :

But always resolute in most extremes.
Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts, He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort,
We here create you earl of Shrewsbury;

Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
And in our coronation take your place.

Profaning this most honourable order;
(Exeunt King Ilenry, Gloster, Talbot, And should (if I were worthy to be judge),
and Nobles.

Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
Disgracing of these colours that I wear

K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st thy In honour of my noble lord of York,

doom : Dar’st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight;

Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.The envious barking of your sancy tongue

[Exit Fastolfe. Against my lord, the duke of Somerset.

And now, my lord protector, view the letter,
V'er. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.

Sent from our uncle, duke of Burgundy.
Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. Glo. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd
Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.

his style? (Viewing the superscription.

[Strikes him. No more but, plain and bluntly. - To the king? Bas. Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such, Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign? That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Or doth this churlish superscription Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. Pretend some alteration in good will ? But I'll unto his majesty, and crave

What's here? I have, upon especial cause, I may have liberty to venge this wrong;

[Reads. When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreck, Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; Together with the pitiful complaints And, aster, meet you sooner than you would. (Exeunt. Of such as your oppression feeds upon,

Forsaken your pernicious faction,

And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France.

O monstrous treachery! Can this be so;
The same.

A room of state. That in alliance, amity, and oaths,
Enter King Henry, Gloster, Exeter, York, SUF- There should be found such false dissembling guile?

FOLK, SOMERSET, Winchester, Warwick, TALBOT, K. llen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
the Governor of Paris, and Others.

Glo. He doth, my lord, and is become your foe. Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head! K. Hen. Is that the worst this letter doth contain? Win. God save king Heury, of that pame the sixth! Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, K. Hlen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk

[Governor kneels.

with him,
elect no other king but him:

And give him chastisement for this abuse:
Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends; My lord, how say you? are you not content?
And none your foes, but such as shall pretend Tal. Content, my liege? Yes, bui that I am pre-
Malicions practices against his state:

This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! I should have begg'd I might have been employ’d.

(Exeunt Gov. and his train. K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march unto Enter Sir Jous FASTOLFE.

him straight:
Fas. My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais, Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason;
To haste unto your coronation,

And what offence it is, to flout his friends.
A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still,
Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. You may behold confusion of your foes. [Lxit.
Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee!

Enter Vernox and Basset.
I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next, Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign!
To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,

Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too!

[Plucking it off York. This is my servant; hear him, noble prince! (Which I have done) because unworthily

Som. And this is mine; sweet Henry, favour him! Thon wast installed in that lrigh degree.

K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them leave Pardon me, princely Heory, and the rest :

to speak. This dastard, at the battle of Patay,

Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exelaim ?

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And wherefore crave you combat; or with whom? That any one should therefore be suspicious
Ver. With him, my lord ; for he hath done me wrong. I more incline to Somerset, than York:
Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me wrong. Both are my kiusmen, and I love them both:
K. Hen. What is that wrong, whereof you both as well they may upbraid me with my crown,

Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. First let me know, and then I'll answer you.

But your discretions better can persuade, Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France,

Than I am able to instruct or teach: This fellow here, with envious carpiog tongue,

Aud therefore, as we hither came in peace, Upbraided me about the rose I wear;

So let us still continue peace and love.Saying-the savguine colour of the leaves

Cousin of York, we institute your grace Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, To be our regent in these parts of Trauce:When stubbornly he did repugn the truth,

And, good my lord of Somerset, unite About a certain question in the law,

Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot; Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him;

And, like true subjects, sous of your progenitors, With other vile and ignominious terms;

Go cheerfully together, and digest In confutation of which rude reproach,

Your angry choler on your enemies. And in defence of my lord's worthiness,

Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest, I crave the benefit of law of arms.

After some respite, will return to Calais ; Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord :

From thence to England; where I hope ere long For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit,

To be presented, by your victorics, To set a gloss upon his bold intent,

With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous ront. Yet know, my lord, I was prorok'd by him ;

(Flourish. Exeunt King llenry, Glo. And he first took exceptions at this badge,

Som. Win. Suf. and Basset. Pronouncing-that the paleness of this Hower War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. Prettily, methought, did play the orator.

York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out, In that he wears the badge oi' Somerset. Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.

War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him not; K. Hen. Good Lord! what madness rules in brain- I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.

York. And, if I wist he did, - but let it rest; When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,

Other affairs must now be managed. Such factions emulations shall arise!

(Excunt York, Irurwick, and l’ernon. Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, Exe. Well didst thon, Richard, to suppress thy voice : Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.

For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight, I fear, we should have seen decipher'd there And then your highness shall command a peace. More rancorvus spite, more furious raging broils, Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;

Than yet can be imagiu'd or suppos'd. Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.

But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.

This jarring discord of' nobility,
Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. This should'ring of each other in the court,
Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. This factious baudying of their favourites,

Glo. Confirm it so ? Confounded be your strife! But that it doth presage some ill event.
And perish ye, with your audacious prate! ”Tis much, when sceptres are in children's hands;
Presumptuouis vassals! are you not asham'd, But more, when en vy breeds uukind division;
With this immodest clamorous outrige

There comes the ruin, there begios confusion (Exit.
To trouble and disturb the king and us?
And you, my lords,-methinks you do not well,

SCENE I. Before Bourdeau.r. To bear with their perverse objections;

Enter Talbot, with his l'urces. Much less, to take occasion from their mouths Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter, To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves ;

Summon their general unto the wall. Let me persuade you, take a better course. Trumpet sounds a parler. Enter, on the walls, Exc. It grieves his highness; - good my lords, be the General of the French Forces, and Others. friends.

English John Talbot, captains, calls K. Hen. Come hither, you, that would be combatants Servaat iu arms to Harry king of England; Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, And thus he would, - Open your city gates, Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause. - Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours, And you, my lords,-remember where we are; And do him homage as obedient subjects, In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: If they perceive dissensions in our looks,

But, if you frown upon this proiler'd peace, And that within ourselves we disagree,

You tempt the fury of my three attendants, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire; To wilful disobedience, and rebel ?

Who, in a moment, even with the earth Beside, what infamy will there arise,

Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers, When foreign princes shall be certified,

If you forsake the osser of their love. That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,

Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,

Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France? The period of thy tyranny approacheth. o, think upon the conquest of my father,

On us thou canst not enter, but by death:
My tender years; and let us not forego
That for a trifle, that was bought with blood !

For, I protest, we are well fortified,
Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.

And strong enough to issue out and fight:

If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, I see no reason, if I wear this rose,

Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee: (Putting on a red rose. On either hand thee there are squadions pitch'd,

you forth,

To wall thee from the liberty of flight;

Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's sonl!
And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, And on his son, young Johu; whom two hours since,
But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, I met in travel toward his warlıke father!
And pale destruction meets thee in the face. This seven years did not Talbot sre his son ;
Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament, And now they meet where both their lives are done.
To rive their dangerous artillery

York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have,
Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot. To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
Lo! there thou stand’st, a breathing valiant man, Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
of an invincible unconquer'd spirit:

That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.-
This is the latest glory of thy praise,

Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,
That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;

But curse the cause I capuot aid the man. -
For ere the glass, that now begins to run,

Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
Finish the process of his sandy hour,

'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. (Exit.
These eyes, that see thee now well coloured, Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition
Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,

(Drums afur off. Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;

That ever-living man of memory,
And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. Henry the fifth : - whiles they each other cross,

(Exeunt General, etc. from the walls. Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. (Exit.
Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy; -
Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. SCENE IV. - Other plains of Gascony:
0, negligent and heedless discipline!

Enter Somerset, with his Forces; un ojficer of
How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale;

Talbot's with him.
A little herd of England's timorous deer,

Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now:
Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs ! This expedition was by York, and Talbot,
If we be Euglish deer, be then in blood:

Too rashly plotted; all our general force
Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch; Might with a sally of the very town
But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags, Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, Bath gullied all his gloss of former honour
And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
Sell every man his life as dear as mine,

York set him on to fight, and dic in shame,
And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. – That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
God, aud Saint George! Talbot, and England's right! off. Here is sir William Lucy, who with me
Prosper our colours in this dangerous tight! [Exeunt. Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid.

Enter Sir William Lucy.
SCENE III. Plains in Gascony.

Som. How now, sir William? whither were yon sent?
Enter York, with Forces; to him a Messenger. Lucy. Whither, my lord ? from bought aud sold

York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, lord Talbot;
That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphiu? Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,

Mess. They are return’d, my lord; and give it out, Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, To beat assailing death from his weak legions.
To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along, And whiles the honourable captain there
By your espials were discovered

Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
Two mightier troops than that the Danphin led ; And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue,
Which join’d with him, and made their march for You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,

Keep ofl aloof with worthless emulation.
York. A plague upon that villain Somerset, Let not your private discord keep away
That thus delays my promised supply

The levied succours that should lend him aid,
Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege ! While he, renowned noble gentleman,
Penowned Talbot doth expect my aid;

Yields up his life unto a world of odds :
And I am lowted by a traitor villuin,

Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,
And cannot help the noble chevalier:

Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,
God comfort him in this necessity!

And Talbot perisheth by your default.
If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

Som. York set him on, Yorkshonld have sent him aid.
Enter Sir William Lucy.

Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English strength, Swearing, that you withhold his levied host,
Never so needful on the earth of France,

Collected for this expedition.
Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot;

Som. York lies; he might have sent and had thu
Who now is girdled with a waist of iron,

And hemm'd about with grim destruction : I owe him little duty, and less love;
To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! And take foul scorn, to fawn on him by sending.
Elsc, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour! Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of Francc,
York. () God! that Somerset—who in proud heart Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
Doth stop my cornets – were in Talbot's place! Never to England shall he bear his life;
So should we save a valiant gentleman,

But dies, betrayed to fortune by your strife.
By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.

Som. Come, igo; I will despatch the horsemen
Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep,

That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. Within six hours they will be at his aid.
Lucy. O, send some ur to the distress'd lord! Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'eo, or slain :
York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word; For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.

Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu !


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