And make the cowards stand aloof at bay : And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. SCENE III. [Exeunt. Plains in Gascony. Enter YORK, with Forces; to him a Messenger. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, Mess. They are return'd, my lord; and give it out, By your espials 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 ; Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege ! Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY. Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English strength, To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Lucy. O, send some succour to the distress'd lord! [7] A lont is a country fellow, a clown. He means that Somerset treats him like a hind. RITSON. York. He dies, we lose ; 1 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 soul And on his son, young John; whom, 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. That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.- Maine, Bloys, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, The conquests of our scarce-cold conqueror, That ever-living man of memory, Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. Henry the Fifth :-Whiles they each other cross, [Exit. [Exit. SCENE IV. Other Plains of Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with his Forces; an Officer of TALBOT's with him. Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now: This expedition was by York, and Talbot, That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name, Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY. Som. How now, Sir William ? whither were you sent ? Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and sold lord Talbot ; Who, ring'd about with bold adversity, Som. York set him on, York should have sent him aid. Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims; Swearing that you withhold his levied host, Collected for this expedition. Som. 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. Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of France, Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Talbot : Never to England shall he bear his life; Som. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen straight Within six 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 you. SCENE V. [Exeunt. The English Camp near Bourdeaux. Enter TALBOT and JOHN his Son. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee, To tutor thee in stratagems of war; That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, [1] Protracting his resistance by the advantage of a strong post. JOHNSON. [2] In this line, emulation signifies merely rivalry, not struggle for superior excellence. JOHNSON. When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse; To make a bastard, and a slave of me : Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb ? If death be so apparent, then both fly. Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and die? [3] To a field where death will be feasted with slaughter. JOHNSON. 14] Your care of your own safety. JOHNSON. A My age was never tainted with such shame. John. And shall my youth be guilty of such blame? No more can I be sever'd from your side, Than can yourself yourself in twain divide: Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I ; For live I will not, if my father die. Tal. Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. Come, side by side together live and die ; And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. SCENE VI. [Exeunt. A Field of Battle. Alarum: Excursions, wherein TALBOT's Son is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him. Tal. Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight: The regent hath with Talbot broke his word, And left us to the rage of France's sword. Where is John Talbot ?-pause, and take thy breath; John. O twice my father! twice am I thy son: To my determin'd time thou gav'st new date. Tal. When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire, It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire Of bold-fac'd victory. Then leaden age, Quicken'd with youthful spleen, and warlike rage, And from the pride of Gallia rescu'd thec. Mean and right poor; for that pure blood of mine, Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care; |