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Char. Now shine it like a comet of revenge,

And as his father here was conqueror; A prophet to the fall of all our foes!

As sure as in this late betrayed town Alen. Defer no time, Delays have dangerous | Great Caur-de-lion's heart was buried; ends;

So sure I swear to get the town, or die. Enter, and cryThe Dauphin!—presently, Bur. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. And then do execution on the watch. (They enter. Tal. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,

The valiant duke of Bedford :-Come, my lord, Alarums. Enter Talbot, and certain English.

We will bestow you in some better place, Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy | Fitter for sickness, and for crazy age. tears,

Bed. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: If Talbot but survive thy treachery.

Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen, Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, And will be partner of your weal, or wo. Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, Bur. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade That hardly we escap'd the pridel of France.

you. (Exeunt to the town. Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read Alarum : Excursions. Enter from the town, || That stout Pendragon, in his litter, sick,

Bedford, brought in sick, in a chair, with Tal- || Came to the field, and vanquished his foes : bot, Burgundy, and the English forces. Then, Methinks, I should revive the soldiers' hearts, enter on the walls, La Pucelle, Charles, Bastard, Because I ever found them as myself. Alençon, and others.

Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast :

Then be it so:—Heavens keep old Bedford safe ! Puc. Good morrow, gallants ! want ye coru for And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, bread?

But gather we our forces out of hand, I think, the duke of Burgundy will fast

And set upon our boasting enemy. Before he'll buy again at such a rate :

(Exeunt Burgundy, Talbot, and forces, leav. 'Twas full of darnel ; Do you like the taste?

ing Bedford, and others. Bur. Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless court

Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolfe, I trust, ere long, to choke thee with thine own,

and a Captain. And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. Capt. Whither away, sir John Fastolfe, in such Char. Your grace may starve, perhaps, before

haste? that time.

Fast. Whither away? to save myself by flight; Bed. O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this We are like to have the overthrow again. treason !

Capt. What! will you fly, and leave lord Talbot? Puc. What will you do, good grey-beard? break Fast.

Ay, a lance,

All the Talbots in the world to save my life. (Exit. And run a tilt at death within a chair?

Capt. Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee ! Tal. Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,

(Exit. Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours !

Retreat : Excursions. Enter from the town, La Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,

Pucelle, Alençon, Charles, &c.; and exeunt, And twit with cowardice a man half dead?

flying. Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

Bed. Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please; Puc. Are you so hot, sir ?-Yet, Pucelle, hold For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.

What is the trust or strength of foolish man? If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.- They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,

[Talbot, and the rest, consult together. Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?

(Dies, and is carried off in his chair. Tal. Dare ye come forth, and meet us in the field?

Alarum: Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and others.
Puc. Belike, your lordship takes us then for fools, Tal. Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
To try if that our own be ours, or no.

This is a double honour, Burgundy :
Tal. I speak not to that railing Hecaté, Yet, heavens have glory for this victory!
But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest :

Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects Alen. Signior, no.

Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. Tal. Signior, hang !-base muleteers of France ! Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is PuLike peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls,

celle now? And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. I think, her old familiar is asleep:

Pue. Captains, away: let's get us from the walls: / Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his For Talbot means no goodness, by his looks.

gleeks?2 God be wi' you, my lord! we came, sir, but to tell|| What, all a-mort?3 Roüen hangs her head for grief, you

That such a valiant company are fled. That we are here.

Now will we take some ordert in the town, (Ereunt La Pucelle, &-c. from the walls. Placing therein some expert officers; Tal. And there will we be too, ere it be long, And then depart to Paris, to the king; Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! For there young Harry, with his nobles, lies. Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house

Bur. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy. (Prick'd on by public wrongs, sustain'd in France,) Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget Either to get the town again, or die :

The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd, And I,--as sure as English Henry lives, But see his exequiess fulfill'd in Roüen; (1) Haughty power.

(4) Make some necessary dispositions (2) Scoffs. (3) Quite dispirited. (5) Funeral rites.

thy peace;

A braver soldier never couched lance,

Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that' A gentler heart did never sway in court: One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bu But kings, and mightiest potentates, must die; Should grieve thee more than streams of fort For that's the end of human misery. (Exeunt.


Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, SCENE III.-The same. The plains near the

And wash away thy country's stained spots ! city. Enter Charles, the Bastard, Alençon, La

Bur. Either she hath bewitch'd me with hi Pucelle, and forces.

words, Puc. Dismay not, princes, at this accident, Or nature makes me suddenly relent. Nor grieve that Roüen is so recovered:

Puc. Besides, all French and France exclaims Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,

on thee, For things that are not to be remedied.

Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny:
Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,

Who join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation,
And like a peacock sweep along his tail; That will not trust thee, but for profit's sake?
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train, When Talbot hath set footing once in France,
If dauphin, and the rest, will be but rul'd. And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,

Char. We have been guided by thee hitherto, Who then, but English Henry, will be lord,
And of thy cunning had no ditlidence;

And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive?
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. Call we to mind, -and mark but this, for proof;-

Bast. Search out thy wit for secret policies, Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
And we will make thee famous through the world. And was he not in England prisoner?

Alen. We'll set thy statue in some holy place, But, when they heard he was thine enemy, And have thee reverenc'd like a blessed saint; They set him free, without his ransom paid, Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. In spite of Burgundy, and all his friends.

Puc. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise ; | See then! thou fight'st against thy countrymen, By fair persuasions, mix'd with sugar'd words, And join'st with them will be thy slaughter-men. We will entice the duke of Burgundy

Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord; To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

Charles, and the rest, will take thee in their arms. Char. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, Bur. I am vanquished; these haughty: words of France were no place for Henry's warriors;

hers Nor should that nation boast it so with us, Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, But be extirpedi from our provinces.

And made me almost yield upon my knees.Alen. For ever should they be expuls'da from Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen! France,

And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: And not have title to an earldom here.

My forces and my power of men are yours; Puc. Your honours shall perceive how I will work,|| So, farewell, Talbot ; I'll no longer trust thee. To bring this matter to the wished end.

Puc. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn (Drums heard.

again! Hark! by the sound of drum, you may perceive Char. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.

makes us fresh. An English march. Enter, and pass over at a

Bast. And doth beget new courage in our breasts.

Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
distance, Talbot and his forces.

And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread; Char. Now let us on, my lords, and join our
And all the troops of English after him.


(Exe. A French march. Enter the Duke of Burgundy And seek how we may prejudice the foe. and forces.

SCENE IV.-Paris. A room in the palace. Now, in the rearward, comes the duke and his;

Enter King Henry, Gloster, and other Lords, Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind.

Vernon, Basset, fc. To them Talbot, and some Summon a parley, we will talk with him.

of his Officers.

(A parley sounded. Tal. My gracious prince,--and honourable Char. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.

- peers, Bur. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? Hearing of your arrival in this realm, Puc. The princely Charles of France, thy coun-| I have a while given truce unto my wars, tryman.

To do my duty to my sovereign : Bur. What say'st thou, Charles ? for I am In sign whereof, this arm—that hath reclaim'd marching hence.


your obedience fifty fortresses, Char. Speak, Pucelle; and enchant him with || Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength, thy words.

Besides five hundred prisoners of esteem,Puc. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet; Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. And, with submissive loyalty of heart,

Bur. Speak on; but be not over-tedious. Ascribes the glory of his conquest got,

Puc. Look on thy country, look on fertile France, || First to my God, and next unto your grace. And see the cities and the towns defac'd

K. Hen. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Gloster, By wasting ruin of the cruel foe!

That hath so long been resident in France? As looks the mother on her lowly babe,

Glo. Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
When death doth close his tender dying eyes, K. Hen. Welcome, brave captain, and victorious
See, see, the pining malady of France;

Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, When I was young (as yet I am not old,)
Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast ! I do remember how my father said,
O, turn thy edged sword another way;

A stouter champion never handled sword.
(1) Rooted out. (2) Expelled.

(3) Elevated.

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Long since we were resolvedl of your truth, Were there surpris'd, and taken prisoners. Your faithful service, and your toil in war; Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; Yet never have you tasted our reward,

Or whether that such cowards ought to wear Or been reguerdon'd2 with so much as thanks, This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no. Because till now we never saw your face:

Glo. To say the truth, this fact was infamouz, Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,|| And ill beseeming any common man; We here create you earl of Shrewsbury; Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader. And in our coronation take your place.

Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, (Exeunt King Henry, Gloster, Talbot, and Knights of the garter were of noble birth; Nobles.

Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty5 courage, Ver. Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, Such as were grown to credit by the wars; Disgracing of these colours that I wear

Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, In honour of my noble lord of York,

But always resolute in most extremes. 6 Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? || He then, that is not furnish'd in this sort,

Bas. Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, The envious barking of your saucy tongue Profaning this most honourable order; Against my lord the duke of Somerset.

And should (if I were worthy to be judge,) Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain Bas. Why, what is he? as good a man as York. That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye

that. K. Hen. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'st (Strikes him.

thy doom: Bas. Villain, thou know'st, the law of arms is such, Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight; That, who so draws a sword, 'tis present death; Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.

(Exit l'astolfe. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave

And now, my lord protector, view the letter I may have liberty to venge this wrong;

Sent from our uncle duke of Burgundy. When thou shalt see, I'll meet thee to thy cost. Glo. What means his grace, that he hath chang'd Ver. Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;

his style? (Viewing the superscription. And, after, meet you sooner than you would. No more but, plain and bluntly,—To the king?

(Exeunt. Hath he forgot, he is his sovereign?

Or doth this churlish superscription

Pretend? some alteration in good will?
What's here?--I have, upon especial cause.

(Reads SCENE I.--The same. A room of state. Enter

Mov'd with compassion of my country's wreok, King Henry, Gloster, Exeter, York, Suffolk,

Together with the pitiful complaints Somerset, Winchester, Warwick, Talbot, the

Of such as your oppression feeds up024,-Governor of Paris, and others.

Forsaken your pernicious faction,

And joind with Charles, the rightful king of Glo. Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.

Win. God save king Henry, of that name the monstrous treachery! Can this be so;
Sixth !

That in alliance, amity, and oaths,
Glo. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath-||There should be found such false dissembling guile?

(Governor kneels.

K. Hen. What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt? That you elect no other king but him:

Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your fore. Esteem none friends, but such as are his friends;

K. Hen. Is that the worst, this letter doth contain And none your foes, but such as shall pretend3 Glo. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. Malicious practices against his state:

K. Hen. Why then, lord Talbot there shall talk This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!

with him,
(Exeunt Governor and his train. And give him chastisement for this abuse :-
Enter Sir John Fastolfe.

My lord, how say you are you not content?

Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am Fast. My gracijus sovereign, as I rode from Calais,

prevented, To haste unto your coronation,

I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.

K. Hen. Then gather strength, and march inta A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

him straight : Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy. Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee! | And what offence it is, to flout his friends.

Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treason ; I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,

Tal. I go, my lord; in heart desiring still, To tear the garter from thy craven'st leg,


behold confusion of your foes. Eit.

(Plucking it of (Which I have done) because unworthily

Enter Vernon and sset. Thou wast installed in that high degree.-

Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious sovereiimn! Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:

Bas. And me, my lord, grant me the combat 100! This dastard, at the battle of Patay,

York. This is my servant; Hear him, noble When but in all I was six thousand strong,

prince! And that the French were almost ten to one, -- Som. And this is mine: Sweet Henry, favour bim? Before we met, or that a stroke was given,

K. Hen. Be patient, lords; and give them leave Like to a trusty 'squire, did run away;

to speak. In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus exclaim? Mysell, and divers gentlemen beside,

and wherefore crave you combat? or with whom? (1) Confinned in opinion. 2 Rewarded. (6) i. e. In greatest extremities. (3) Design. (4) Meani, dastarly. (5) High (9) Design 12. Anticipated.


will out,

Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done me My tender years; and let us not forego wrong

That for a trifle, that was bought with blood ! Bas. And I with him; for he hath done me Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. wrong.

I see no reason, if I wear this rose, K. Hen. What is that wrong whereof you both

(Putting on a red rose complain?

That any one should therefore be suspicious First let me know, and then I'll answer you. I more incline to Somerset, than York:

Bas. Crossing the sea from England into France, | Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both : This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, As well they may upbraid me with my crown, Upbraided me about the rose I wear;

Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. Saying—the sanguine colour of the leaves But your discretions better can persuade, Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, Than I am able to instruct or teach : When stubbornly he did repugn the truth, And therefore, as we hither came in peace, About a certain question in the law,

So let us still continue peace and love.Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him; Cousin of York, we institute your grace With other vile and ignominious terms :

To be our regent in these parts of France : In confutation of which rude reproach,

And good my lord of Somerset, unite And in defence of my lord's worthiness,

Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot ;I crave the benefit of law of arms.

And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord : Go cheerfully together, and digest For though he seem, with forged quaint conceit, Your angry choler on your enemies. To set a gloss upon his bold intent,

Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest, Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him; After some respite, will return to Calais; And he first took exceptions at this badge, From thence to England; where I hope ere long Pronouncing—that the paleness of this flower To be presented, by your victories, Bewray'd2 the faintness of my master's heart. With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout.

York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? (Flourish. Exeunt King Henry, Glo. Som Som. Your private grudge, my lord of York,

Win, Suf. and Basset.

War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. Prettily, methought, did play the orator. K. Hen. Good Lord! what madness rules in York. And so he did ; but yet I like it not, brain-sick men;

In that he wears the badge of Somerset. When, for so slight and frivolous a cause,

War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame him not; Such factious emulations shall arise

I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,

York. And, if I wist, he did,--But let it rest; Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. Other affairs must now be managed. York. Let this dissension first be tried by fight,

(Ereunt York, Warwick, and Vernon. And then your highness shall command a peace. Exe. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy Som. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;

voice: Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.

For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. I fear, we should have seen decipher'd there Ver. Nay, let it rest where it began at first. More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, Bas. Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos'u.

Glo. Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife! | But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees And perish ye, with your audacious praie! This jarring discord of nobility, Presumptuous vassals! are you not asham'd, This should'ring of each other in the court, With this immodest clamorous outrage

This factious bandying of their favourites, To trouble and disturb the king and us?

But that it doth presage some ill eve And you, my lords,-methinks, you do not well, 'Tis much, when sceptres are in children's hands To bear with their perverse objections ;

when envy4 breeds unkinds division ; Much less, to take occasion from their mouths There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. (Ex. To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves; Let me persuade you take a better course.

SCENE II.-France. Before Bourdeaux. En. Exe. It grieves his highness ;—Good my lords,

ter Talbot, with his forces. be friends.

Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter, K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be com- || Summon their general unto the wall.

batants : Henceforth, I charge you, as you love our favour, Trumpet sounds a parley: Enter, on the walls Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.

the General of the French forces, and others. And you, my lords, -remember where we are ; English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation : Servant in arms to Harry king of England; If they perceive dissension in our looks,

And thus he would, -Open your city gates, And that within ourselves we disagree,

Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours, How will their grudging stomachs be provok'd And do him homage as obedient subjects, To wilful disobedience, and rebel?

And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power. Beside, what infamy will there arise,

But, if you frown upon this profler'd peace, When foreign princes shall be certified,

You tempt the fury of my three attendants, That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,

Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire; King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,

Who, in a moment, even with the earth Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France? Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers, O, think upon the conquest of my father, If you forsake the offer of their love.

Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, (1) Resiet. (2) Betrayed. (3) 'Tis strange, or wonderful.

(4) Enmity.. (5) Uncatural


But more,

Our nation's terror, and their bloody scourge! Never so needful on the earth of France,
The period of thy tyranny approacheth.

Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ;
On us thou canst not enter, but by death :

Who now is girdled with a waist of iron, For, I protest, we are well fortified,

And hemm'd about with grim destruction : And strong enough to issue out and fight: To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York' If thou retire, the dauphin, well appointed, Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:

honour. On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, York. O God! that Somerset-who in proud heart To wall thee from the liberty of tight;

Doth stop my cornets-were in Talbot’s place! And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, So should we save a valiant gentleman, But death doth front thee with apparent spoil, By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. And pale destruction meets thee in the face. Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. To rive their dangerous artillery

Lucy. O, send some succour to the distress'd lord! Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.

York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word: Lo! there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man, We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit:

All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset. This is the latest glory of thy praise,

Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's That I, thy enemy, duel thee withal';

soul! For ere the glass, that now begins to run, And on his son, young John; whom, two hours Finish the process of his sandy hour,

since, These eyes, that see thee now well coloured, I met in travel toward his warlike father! Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. This seven years did not Talbot see his son ;

[Drum afar off || And now they meet where both their lives are done. 6 Hark! hark! the dauphin's drum, a warning bell, York. Alas! what joy shall noble Talbot have, Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;

To bid his young son welcome to his grave? And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. Away! vexation almost stops my breath,

(Ereunt General, $c. from the walls. That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death. Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;

Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can, Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.--|| But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.0, negligent and heedless discipline !

Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale; 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. [Exit. A little herd of England's timorous deer,

Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs ! Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, If we be English deer, be then in blood;2 Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss Not rascal-like,3 to fall down with a pinch; The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror, But rather moody-mad, and desperate stags, That ever-living man of memory, Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel, Henry the Fifth :-Whiles they each other cross, And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. (Exit. Sell every man his life as dear as mine, And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.

SCENE IV.-Other plains of Gascony. Enter God, and Saint George! Talbot, and England's

Somerset, with his forces; an Oflicer of Tai.

bot's with him. right! Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! (Ere. Som. It is too late ; I cannot send them now: SCENE III.Plains in Gascony. Enter York, || Too rashly plotted ; all our general force

This expedition was by York, and Talbot,
with forces ; to him a Messenger.

Might with a sally of the very town
York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, || Be buckled with the over-daring Talbot
That dogg'd the mighty army of the dauphin? Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour,

Mess. They are return'd, my lord; and give it out,|| By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure :
That he is march'd 10 Bourdeaux with his power, York set him on to fight, and die in shame,
To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along, That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
By your espials4 were discovered

Offi. Here is sir William Lucy, who with me
Two mightier troops than that the dauphin led; Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid,
Which join'd with him, and made their march for

Enter Sir William Lucy. York. A plague upon that villain Somerset; Som. How now, sir William? whither were you That thus delays my promised supply

sent? Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege! Lucy. Whither, my lord ? from bought and sold Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;

lord Talbot ;8 And I am lowteds by a traitor villain,

Who, ring'd about with bold adversity, And cannot help the noble chevalier:

Cries out for noble York and Somerset, God comfort him in this necessity !

To beat assailing death from his weak legions. If he miscarry, farewell wars in France. And whiles the honourable captain there Enter Sir William Lucy.

Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,

And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for rescue, Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English | You, his false hopes, the trust of England's bonour, strength,

Keep off aloot with worthless emulation.

Let not your private discord keep away (1) Endue, honour. (2) In high spirits. (3) A rascal deer is the term of chace for lean (7) Alluding to the tale of Prometheus.

(8) i. e. From one utterly ruined by the treache(4) Spies. (5) Vanquished, baffled. rous practices of others. (6) Expendeu, consumed.

(9) Encircled.

poor deer.


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