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Retreat: excurfions. Pucelle, Alençon, and Dauphin fly.
Bed. Now, quiet foul, depart when heaven shall
For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. [please ;
What is the truft or strength of foolish man?
They, that of late were daring with their scoffs,
Are glad and fain by flight to fave themselves.

[Dies, and is carried off in his chair.
An alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the ref.
Tal. Loft, and recover'd in a day again!
This is a double honour, Burgundy :
Yet, heaven have glory for this victory!

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To bring this matter to the wished end.

[Drum beats afar off. Hark! by the found of drum, you may perceive Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. [Here beat an English march. There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread; And all the troops of English after him.

[French march. Now, in the rereward, comes the duke, and his 10 Fortune, in favour, makes him lag behind. Summon a parley, we will talk with him. [Trumpets found a parley.

Burg. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Enshrines thee in his heart; and there erects
Thy noble deeds, as valour's monument. [now?
Tal. Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle 15
I think her old familiar is asleep: [gleeks?

Now where's the Baftard's braves, and Charles his
What, all a-mort? Roan hangs her head for grief,
'That fuch a valiant company are fied.
Now will we take some order in the town,
Placing therein fome expert officers;
And then depart to Paris, to the king;
For there young Henry, with his nobles, lies.
Burg. What wills lord Talbot, pleaseth Burgundy.
Tal. But yet, before we go, let's not forget
The noble duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,
But fee his exequies fulfill'd in Roan:
A braver foldier never couched lance,

A gentler heart did never sway in court:
But kings, and mightiest potentates, must die;
For that's the end of human misery.

SCENE III.

[Exeunt.

The fame. The Plain near the City.
Enter the Dauphin, Baftard, Alençon, and Joan la
Pucelle.

Pucel. Difmay not, princes, at this accident,
Nor grieve that Roan is fo recovered:
Care is no cure, but rather corrofive,
For things that are not to be remedy'd.
Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,
And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
We'll pull his plumes, and take away his train,
If Dauphin, and the reft, will be but rul'd.

Dau. We have been guided by thee hitherto,
And of thy cunning had no diffidence;
One fudden foil fhall never breed diftrust.

Baft. Search out thy wit for fecret policies,
And we will make thee famous through the world.

Alen. We'll fet thy ftatue in fome holy place,
And have thee reverenc'd like a bleffed faint;
Employ thee then, fweet virgin, for our good.
Pucel. Then thus it must be; this doth Joan
devife:

By fair perfuafions, mix'd with fugar'd words,
We will entice the duke of Burgundy
To leave the Talbot, and to follow us.

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Enter the Duke of Burgundy, marching.
Dau. A parley with the duke of Burgundy.
Burg. Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
Pucel. The princely Charles of France, thy coun-

tryman.

Burg. What fay'ft thou,
Dau. Speak, Pucelle; and

thy words.

[marching hence.
Charles? for I am
enchant him with
[France!
Pucel. Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of
Stay, let thy humble hand-maid speak to thee.
Burg. Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
Pucel. Look on thy country, look on fertile
25 And fee the cities and the towns defac'd [France,
By wafting ruin of the cruel foe!

As looks the mother on her lowly babe,
When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
See, fee, the pining malady of France;

30 Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thou thyself haft given her woeful breast!
Oh, turn thy edged sword another way;
Strike thofe that hurt, and hurt not those that help!
One drop of blood, drawn from thy country's bofom,
35 Should grieve thee more than ftreams of foreign
Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears, [gore;
And wash away thy country's ftained spots!

Burg. Either he hath bewitch'd me with her
Or nature makes me fuddenly relent. [words,
40 Pucel. Befides, all French and France exclaims
Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. [on thee,
Whom join'st thou with, but with a lordly nation,
That will not trust thee, but for profit's fake?
When Talbot hath fet footing once in France,
45 And fashion'd thee that inftrument of ill,
Who then, but English Henry, will be lord,
And thou be thrust out, like a fugitive?
Call we to mind,-and mark but this, for proof;
Was not the duke of Orleans thy foe?
50 And was he not in England prifoner?
But, when they heard he was thine enemy,
They fet him free, without his ransom paid,
In fpite of Burgundy, and all his friends.
See then! thou fight'ft against thy countrymen,
55 And join'ft with them will be thy flaughter-men.
Come, come, return; return, thou wand'ring lord;
Charles, and the reft, will take thee in their arms.
Burg. I am vanquish'd; these haughty words of
Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-fhot, [hers
And made me almoft yield upon my knees.→→
Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen !
And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace :
My forces and my power of men are yours;

Dau. Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
France were no place for Henry's warriors;
Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
But be extirped from our provinces. [France, 60
Alen. For ever fhould they be expuls'd 2 from
And not have title of an earldom here, [work,
Pucel. Your honours fhall perceive how I will

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So, farewel, Talbot ; I'll no longer trust thee.
Pucel. Done like a Frenchman; turn, and turn
again !!
[us fresh.

Daa. Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes
Baft. And doth beget new courage in our breafts.
Alen. Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
And doth deserve a coronet of gold. [powers;
Dau. Now let us on, my lords, and join our
And feek how we may prejudice the foe. [Exeunt.
SCENE IV.

Paris. An Apartment in the Palace.

Enter King Henry, Glofter, Vernon, Baffet, &c. To them Talbot, with Soldiers.

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Tal. My gracious prince,——and honourable 15 Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st? Hearing of your arrival in this realm,

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Baf. Yes, fir; as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your faucy tongue
Against my lord, the duke of Somerfet.

Ver. Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
Baf. Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
Ver. Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.
[Strikes bim.

Baf. Villain, thou know'ft, the law of arms

is fuch,

25 That, who fo draws a sword 4, 'tis present death; Or elfe this blow should broach thy dearest blood. But I'll unto his majesty, and crave

K. Henry. Is this the lord Talbot, uncle Glofter,
That hath so long been refident in France?
Gls. Yes, if it please your majefty, my liege.
K. Henry. Welcome, brave captain, and victo-30
rious lord!

When I was young, (as yet I am not old)

I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
When thou shalt fee, I'll meet thee to thy coft.
Ver. Well, mifcreant, I'll be there as foon as you;
And, after, meet you fooner than you would.

[Exeunt.

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Gla.

L

ORD bishop, set the crown upon his head.
Wiz. God fave king Henry, of that name
the fixth !

Gh. Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,—
That you elect no other king but him:
Efteem none friends, but such as are his friends;
And none your foes, but such as shall pretend 5
Malicious practices against his state:
This fhall ye do, fo help you righteous God!
Enter Sir John Faftolfe.

Faft. My gracious fovereign, as I rode from
To hafte unto your coronation,

A letter was deliver'd to my hands,

[Calais,

Writ to your grace from the duke of Burgundy.

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IV.

Tal. Shame to the duke of Burgundy, and thee! I vow'd, bafe knight, when I did meet thee next, To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,

[plucking it off.

(Which I have done) because unworthily
Thou waft inftalled in that high degree.-
Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest:
This daftard, at the battle of Pataie 6,

45 When but in all I was fix thousand strong,
And that the French were almost ten to one,-
Before we met, or that a stroke was given,
Like to a trufty fquire, did run away;
In which affault we loft twelve hundred men;
|50|Myfelf, and divers gentlemen befide,

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Were there furpriz'd, and taken prisoners.
Then judge, great lords, if I have done amifs
Or whether that fuch cowards ought to wear
This ornament of knighthood, yea, or no.

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Glo. To fay the truth, this fact was infamous, And ill befeeming any common man;

inconftancy of the French was always the fubject of fatire; and adds, that he has read a differtation written to prove that the index of the wind upon our fteeples was made in form of a cock, to ridicule the French for their frequent changes. 2 i. e. rea warded. 3 This was the badge of a rofe, and not an officer's scarf. 4 i. e. in the court, or in the prefence-chamber. 5 i. e. defign, or intend. Poitiers has been ufed by fome of the editors; but this grofs blunder must be probably imputed to the players or tranfcribers; for the battle of Poitiers was fought in the year 1357, the 31st of king Edward III. and the fcene now lies in the 7th year of the reign of king Henry VI. viz. 1428. The action of which Shakspeare is now speaking, happened (according to Holinfhed)" neere unto a village in Beauffe called Pataie," which we should read instead of Poitiers. "From this battell (adds the fame hiftorian) departed without anie stroke striken, Sir John Faftolfe, the fame yeere by his valiantneffe elected into the order of the garter. But for doubt of mifdealing at this brunt, the duke of Bedford tooke from him the image of St. George and his garter, &c."

Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.

Tal. When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
Knights of the garter were of noble birth;
Valiant, and virtuous, full of haughty1 courage,
Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
Not fearing death, nor fhrinking for distress,
But always refolute in most extremes.
He then, that is not furnished in this fort,
Doth but ufurp the facred name of knight,
Profaning this most honourable order;
And should (if I were worthy to be judge)
Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born fwain
That doth prefume to boast of gentle blood.

K. Henry. Stain to thy countrymen! thou hear'ft
thy doom:

Be packing therefore, thou that waft a knight;
Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.-

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Or doth this churlish fuperfcription
Pretend fome alteration in good will?

[Reading.

What's here?—I have, upon efpecial caufe,-[Reads.
Mou'd with compaffion of my country's wreck,
Together with the pitiful complaints

Of fuch as your oppreffion feeds upon,--

Forfaken your pernicious faction,

And join'd with Charles, the rightful king of France.
O monstrous treachery! Can this be fo;
That in alliance, amity, and oaths,

There fhould be found fuch falfe diffembling guile?

K. Henry. What! doth my uncle Burgundy

revolt?

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And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
Ver. With him, my lord; for he hath done

me wrong.

Baf. And I with him; for he hath done me wrong. K. Henry. What is that wrong whereof you both complain?

Firft let me know, and then I'll answer you.

Baf. Croffing the fea from England into France,
This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
10 Upbraided me about the rofe I wear;

Saying, the fanguine colour of the leaves
Did reprefent my mafter's blufhing cheeks,
When ftubbornly he did repugn 3 the truth,
About a certain queftion in the law,

15 Argu'd betwixt the duke of York and him;
With other vile and ignominious terms:
In confutation of which rude reproach,
And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
I crave the benefit of law of arms.

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Ver. And that is my petition, noble lord;
For though he feem, with forged quaint conceit,
To fet a glofs upon his bold intent,

Yet know, my lord, I was provok'd by him;
And he first took exceptions at this badge,
25 Pronouncing-that the paleness of this flower
Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.

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Glo. He doth, my lord; and is become your foc.
K. Henry. Is that the worst, this letter doth 40
contain?

Glo. It is the worft, and all, my lord, he writes.
K. Henry. Why then, lord Talbet there fhall

talk with him,

And give him chaft fement for this abufe:-
My lord, how fay you? arc you not content?
Tal. Content, my liege? Yes; but that I am
prevented,

I fhould have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
K. Herry. Then gather ftrength, and march 5
unto him ftraight:

Let him perceive, how ill we brook his treafon;
And what offence it is, to Acut his friends.

Tal. I go, my lord; in heart defiring ftill,

York. Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
S.m. Your private grudge, my lord of York, will
Though ne'er fo cunningly you fmother it. [out,
K. Henry. Good Lord! what madnefs rules in
brain-fick men;

When, for fo flight and frivolous a cause,
Such factious emulations fhall arife!-
Good coufins both, of York and Somerfet,
Quiet yourfelves, I pray, and be at peace.

York. Let this diffention first be try'd by fight,
And then your highness fhall command a peace.
Sem. The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
York. There is my pledge; accept it, Somerfet.
Ver. Nay, let it reft where it began at firft.
Baf. Confirm it fo, mine honourable lord!
Gio. Confirm it fo? Confounded be your ftrife!
And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
45 Prefumptuous vaffals! are you not afham'd,
With this immodeft clamorous outrage
To trouble and disturb the king and us?--
And you, my lords,―methinks, you do not well,
To bear with their perverfe objections;
Much lefs, to take occafion from their mouths
To raife a mutiny betwixt yourselves;
Let me perfuade you take a better course.
Exe. It grieves his highness; Good my lords,
be friends.
[batants :

You may behold confufion of your foes. [Exit Tal. 55 K. Hen. Come hither, you that would be com

Enter Vernon, and Boffit.

Ver. Grant me the combat, gracious fovereign!
Baf. And me, my lord, grant me the combat too!
York. This is my fervant; Hear him, noble prince!!
Sem. And this is mine; Sweet Henry, favour him!60
K. Henry. Be patient, lords, and give them leave
to speak.-

Say, gentlemen, What makes you thus cxclaim?

i. e. high.

Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
Quite to forget this quarrel, and the caufe.-
And you, my lords,-remember where we are;
In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
if they perceive diffention in our looks,
And that within ourfelves we difagree,
How will their grudging ftomachs be provok'd
To wilful difobedience, and rebel?

2 To pretend feems to be here ufed in its Latin fenfe, i, e. to held out. 3 i. e. refift.

Befide,

Befide, What infamy will there arife,
When foreign princes fhall be certify'd,
That, for a toy, a thing of no regard,
King Henry's peers, and chief nobility,
Deftroy'd themselves, and loft the realm of France?
O, think upon the conqueft of my father,
My tender years; and let us not forego
That for a trifle, which was bought with blood!
Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
I fee no reason, if I wear this rose,

[Putting on a red rofe.
That any one should therefore be fufpicious
I more incline to Somerset, than York:
Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
Because, forfooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
But your discretions better can perfuade,
Than I am able to instruct or teach:
And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
So let us ftill continue peace and love.—
Coufin of York, we institute your grace
To be our regent in these parts of France :-
And, good my lord of Somerfet, unite
Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;-
And, like true fubjects, fons of your progenitors,
Go chearfully together, and digest
Your angry choler on your enemies.
Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest,
After some respite, will return to Calais;
From thence to England; where I hope ere long
To be presented, by your victories,
With Charles, Alençon, and that traitorous rout.
[Flourish. Exeunt.

Enter General aloft.

English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
Servant in arms to Harry king of England;
And thus he would,- -Open your city gates,
5 Be humbled to us; call my fovereign yours,
And do him homage as obedient subjects,
And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
10 Lean famine, quartering fteel, and climbing fire;
Who, in a moment, even with the earth
Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
If you forfake the offer of their love.

Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
15 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 proteft, we are well fortify'd,
And ftrong enough to iffue out and fight:
20 If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
Stands with the fnares 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 redrefs,
25 But death doth front thee with apparent spoil,
And pale deftruction meets thee in the face.
Ten thousand French have ta'en the facrament,
To rive their dangerous artillery

Upon no chriftian foul but English Talbot.
30 Lo! there thou stand st, a breathing valiant man,
Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit:
This is the lateft glory of thy praise,
That I, thy enemy, due 3 thee withal;
For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
Finish the process of his fandy hour,
These eyes, that fee thee now well coloured,
Shall fee thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead.
[Drum afar off
Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,
40 Sings heavy mufic to thy timorous foul;
And mine fhall ring thy dire departure out.

Manent York, Warwick, Exeter, and Vernon.
War. My lord of York, I promise you, the king 35
Prettily, methought, did play the orator.

Yerk. And fo he did; but yet I like it not,
In that he wears the badge of Somerfet.

War. Tush! that was but his fancy, blame

him not;

I dare prefume, fweet prince, he thought no harm.
Yerk. And, if I wift', he did-But let it reft;
Other affairs must now be managed. [Exeunt.

Manent Exeter.

[Exit from the walls. Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy ;— Out, fome light horfemen, and perufe their wings.

Exe. Well didft thou, Richard, to fupprefs 450, negligent and heedlefs difcipline!

thy voice:

For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,

I fear, we should have feen decypher'd there
More rancorous spight, more furious raging broils,
Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd.

But howfoe'er, no fimple man that fees

This jarring difcord of nobility,

This should'ring of each other in the court,
This factious bandying of their favourites,
But that he doth presage some ill event.

'Tis much, when scepters are in children's hands;
But more, when envy breeds unkind divifion;
There comes the ruin, there begins confufion. [Exit.

SCENE

How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale;
A little herd of England's timorous deer,
Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs!
If we be English deer, be then in blood:
50 Not rafcal+ like, to fall down with a pinch;
But rather moody mad, and desperate ftags,
Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel,
And make the cowards ftand aloof at bay:
Sell every man his life as dear as mine,

55 And they fhall find dear deer of us, my friends.-
God, and faint George! Talbot, and England's

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Before the walls of Bourdeaux.

Enter Talbot, with trumpets and drum.

Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter, Summon their general unto the wall.

1 i. e. if I knew. 2 ie. to direct. a lean poor deer,

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right!

Profper our colours in this dangerous fight! [Excunt.

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Enter a Meffenger meeting York, who enters with a trumpet, and many foldiers.

York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,

3 To due is to endue, to deck, to grace. 4 A rafcal deer means

That

That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
Maff. They are return'd, my lord; and give

it out,

That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,
To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along,
By your efpials were discovered

Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led;
Which join'd with him, and made their march for
Bourdeaux.

York. A plague upon that villain Somerset;
That thus delays my promised fupply
Of horsemen, that were levied for this fiege!
Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;
And I am lowted by a traitor villain,
And cannot help the noble chevalier :
God comfort him in this neceffity!
If he miscarry, farewel wars in France.

Enter Sir William Lucy.

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Another part of France.

Enter Semerfet, with his Army.

Sem. It is too late: I cannot fend them now:
5 This expedition was by York and Talbot
Too rafhly plotted; all our general force
Might with the fally of the very town
Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
Hath fullied all his glofs of former honour
By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
York fet him on to fight, and die in fhame,
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.

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Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English strength, 20
Never fo needful on the earth of France,
Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot ;
Who now is girdled with a waist of iron,
And hemm'd about with grim destruction:
To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! 25
Elfe, farewel Talbot, France, and England's ho-

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Doth ftop my cornets-were in Talbot's place!
So fhould we fave a valiant gentleman,
By forfeiting a traitor, and a coward.

Som. How now, Sir William? whither were

you fent?

Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and fold
lord Talbot;

Who, ring'd ahout with bold adverfity,
Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
To beat affailing death from his weak legions.
And whiles the honourable captain there

Drops bloody fweat from his war-wearied limbs,
And, in advantage ling'ring 3, looks for rescue,
You, his falfe hopes, the truft of England's honour,
Keep off aloof with worthlefs emulation 4.

Let not your private difcord keep away
30 The levied fuccours that fhall lend him aid,
While he, renowned noble gentleman,
Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
Orleans the Baftard, Charles, and Burgundy,
And Talbot perifheth by your default. [him aid.
Alençon, Reignier, compass him about,
Sam. York fet him on, York should have fent
Lucy. And York as faft upon your grace exclaims;
Swearing, that you withhold his levied hoft,
Collected for this expedition.

Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep,
That thus we die, while remifs traitors fleep.
Lucy. O, fend fome fuccour to the diftrefs'd lord! 35
York. He dies, we lofe; I break my warlike
word:

We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get ;
All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.

Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's 4c
foul!
[fince,

And on his fon young John; whom, two hours
I met in travel towards his warlike father!
This feven years did not Talbot fee his fon;
And now they meet where both their lives are done. 45
York. Alas! what joy fhall noble Talbot have,
To bid his young fon welcome to his grave?
Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
That funder'd friends greet in the hour of death.-
Lucy, farewel: no more my fortune can,
But curfe the cause I cannot aid the man.
Maine, Blois, Poitiers, and Tours, are won away,
'Long all of Somerset, and his delay.

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Som. York lies; he might have fent, and had
I owe him little duty, and less love;
And take foul fcorn, to fawn on him by fending.
Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of
France,

Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Talbot.
Never to England thall he bear his life;
But dies, betray'd to fortune by your ftrife.[straight:
Sem. Come, go; I will difpatch the horsemen
Within fix hours they will be at his aid.

Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta’en, or slain:
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
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