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King Henry VI, Part 1: Act 4 Scene 3
Scene III Plains in Gascony.
- [Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK
- with trumpet and many Soldiers]
- Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
- That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
- 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 espials were discovered
- Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
- Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.
- A plague upon that villain Somerset,
- That thus delays my promised supply
- Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
- 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 necessity!
- If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
- [Enter Sir William LUCY]
- Thou princely leader of our English strength,
- Never so 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!
- Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
- O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
- Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
- So should we save a valiant gentleman
- By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
- Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
- That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
- O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!
- He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
- We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
- All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.
- Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul;
- And on his son young John, who two hours since
- I met in travel toward his warlike father!
- This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
- And now they meet where both their lives are done.
- Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
- To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
- Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
- That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
- Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can,
- But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
- Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
- 'Long all of Somerset and his delay.
- [Exit, with his soldiers]
- Thus, while the vulture of sedition
- Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
- Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
- The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror,
- That ever living man of memory,
- Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross,
- Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss.