God and St. George, Talbot, and England's right, Profper our Colours in this dangerous fight! [Exeunt. Another Part of France, Enter a Messenger, that meets York. Enter York, with trumpet, and many foldiers. York A RE not the speedy fcouts 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, By your efpyals were difcovered Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led, York. A plague upon that villain Somerset, Enter Sir William Lucy. Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English ftrength, Never fo needful on the earth of France, Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot 5 And I am lowted] To lowt may fignify to deprefs, to lower, to dishonour; but I do not remember it fo ufed. We ; may read, And I am flouted. I am mocked, and treated with con tempt. Who Who now is girdled with a wafte of iron, To Bourdeaux, warlike Duke; to Bourdeaux, York! Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Lucy. O, fend fome fuccour to the diftrefs'd Lord! York. He dies, we lofe; I break my warlike word; We mourn, France fmiles; we lofe, they daily get; All 'long of this vile traitor Somerfet. Lucy. Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's foul, And now they meet, where both their lives are done. Lucy. Thus while the vulture of fedit on Henry the Fifth-While they each other cross, [Exit. Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to lofs. [Exit. the vulture] Alluding to the tale of Prometheus. SCENE I Another Part of France. Enter Somerfet, with his army. Som. T is too late, I cannot fend them now. Be buckled with. The over-daring Talbot: Enter Sir William Lucy. Som. How now, Sir William, whither were you fent? Lucy. Whither, my Lord? from bought and fold Lord Talbot, A Who, ring'd about' with bold adverfity, 7-ring'd about] Environed, encircled. * In advantage ling'ring.] Pro tracting his refiitance by the advantage of a ftrong poft. VOL. IV. Oo 8 8 worthless emulation.] In this line emulation fignifies merely rivalry, not struggle for fuperior excellence. Yields Yields up his life unto a world of odds. Ponedì a busfind a sho bus gdam oT Som. York lies; he might have fent, and had the horfe; I owe him little duty and lefs love,101 v NR „beft yfsled LanT 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 fhall he bear his life, But dies, betray'd to fortune by your ftrife. 7 Som. Come, go; I will difpatch the horfemen ftrait; Within fix hours they will be at his aid, Lucy. Too late comes refcue; he is ta'en, or flain; 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 !g Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his shame in you. [Exeunt. Tal. A field of Battle near Bourdeaux. Enter Talbot and his fon. Young John Talbot, I did fend for thee That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, A feoft of death.] To a field where death will be feafted with flaughter. A ter A terrible and unavoided danger. By fudden ome, dally not; begone. 2014. flight. John, Is my name Talbot 25 To make a baftard and a flave of me. H Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? emi .... MASH BR 9 For what reafon this fcene is written in rhyme I cannot guefs. If Shakespeare had not in other plays mingled his rhymes and blank verfes in the fame mar.ner, I should have fufpected that this dialogue had been a part of fome other poem which was never fi nifhed, and that being loath to throw his labour away, he inferted it here. *Your regard.] Your care of your own fafety. 002 Tal. |