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Ten thousand French have ta'en the facrament,
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 tim'rous soul; And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.
[Exit from the walls. Tal. He fables not: I hear the enemy, Out, some light horfemen, and peruse their wings. O, negligent and heedless discipline ! How are we park'd and bounded in a pale ! A little herd of England's tim'rous deer, Maz’d with a yelping kennel of Frencli cürs. If we be English deer, be then in blood; Not rascal-likė, to fall down with a pinch ; But rather moody, mad, and desp’rate stags, Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, And make the cowards stand aloof at bay. God and St. George, Talbot, and England's right, Profper our colours in this dangerous hight! [Exeunt.
SCENE IV. Another part of France. Enter a Mesenger, that meets York. Enter York, with
trumpet and many soldiers. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
Mell. They are return'd, my Lord, and give it out That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his pow'r, To fight with Talbot ; as he march'd along,
aloof at bay:
By your efpyals were discovered
York. A plague upon that villain Somerset,
Enter Sir William Lucy.
York. O God! that Somerset, who in proud heart
Lucy. O, send some succour to the distress'd Lord!
York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word:
Lucy. Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul,
York. Alas! what joy shall Noble Talbot have,
Long all of Somerset, and his delay. [Exit.
Lucy. Thus while the vulture of fedition Feeds in the bofom of such great commanders, Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss The conquelts of our scarce-cold conqueror, That ever-living man of memory, Henry the Fifth While they each other cross, Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to lois. [Exit. SCENE V. Another part of France.
Enter Somerset, with his army. Som. It is too late ; I cannot send them now: This expedition was by York and Talbot Too rathly plotted. All our gen'ral force Might with a fally of the very town Be buckled with. The over-daring Talbot Hath fullied all his glofs of former honour By this unheedful, desp'rate, wild adventure, York set him on to fight, and die in thame, That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
Capt. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid.
Enter Sir William Lucy. Som. How now, Sir William, whither were you sent?
Lucy. Whither, my Lord? from bought and told Lord Who, wring'd about with bold adverlity, [Talbot; Cries out for Noble York and Somerset, To beat atlailing death from his weak legions. And while the honourable Captain there Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs, And, in advantge ling'ring, looks for refcue ; You, his falle hopes, the truit of England's honour, Keep off aloof with worthless emulation, Let not your private discord keep away The levied fuccours that thould lend him aid; While he, renowned noble gentleman, Yields up his life unto a world of odds. Orleans the Battard, Charles, and Burgundy, Alanson, Reignier, compass him about; And Talbot perisheth by your default. Sows. York let him on, York lliould have sent him aid,
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Lucy. And York as fast upon your Grace exclaims; Swearing, that you with-hold his levied horse, Collected for this expedition.
Som. York lyes: he might have fent, and had the I owe him little duty, and less love,
[horse: And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of France, Hath now intrapt the noble-minded Talbot: Never to England shall he bear his life; But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
Som. Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen strait: Within fix hours they will be at his aid.
Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta’en or Nain; For fly he could not, if he would have fled: And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu ! Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
[Exeunt. SCENE VI. A field of battle near Bourdeaux.
Enter Talbot, and his fon.
Tal. Fly, to revenge my death if I be sain.
Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die.
John. Then let me stay, and, father, do you fly.
Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb ?
Tal. And leave my followers here to fight and die? My age was never tainted with such shame.
John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame? No more can I be sever'd from your side, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide. Stay, go, do what you will, the like do 1; For live I will not, if my father die.
Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. Come, side by side, together live and die, And soul with foul from France to heaven fly. [Exennt. Alarm : excursions, wherein Talbot's son ishemm'd about,
and Talbot rescues him, Tal. St. George, and victory! fight, soldiers, fight. Mortality, for dearb.