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King Henry VI, Part 1: Act 4 Scene 4
Scene IV Other plains in Gascony.
- [Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of
- TALBOT's with him]
- It is too late; I cannot send them now:
- This expedition was by York and Talbot
- Too rashly plotted: all our general force
- Might with a sally of the very town
- Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
- Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour
- By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
- York set him on to fight and die in shame,
- That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
- Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
- Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.
- [Enter Sir William LUCY]
- How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?
- Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;
- Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
- Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
- To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
- And whiles the honourable captain there
- Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
- And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
- You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
- Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
- Let not your private discord keep away
- The levied succors that should lend him aid,
- While he, renowned noble gentleman,
- Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
- Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
- Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,
- And Talbot perisheth by your default.
- York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
- And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
- Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
- Collected for this expedition.
- York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;
- I owe him little duty, and less love;
- And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
- The fraud of England, not the force of France,
- Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
- Never to England shall he bear his life;
- But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
- Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:
- Within six hours they will be at his aid.
- 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.
- If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!
- His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.