And hemm'd about with grim destruction: 270 To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! By forfeiting a traitor, and a coward. Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Lacy. O, send some succour to the distress'd lord! York. 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. 282 Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul ! And on his son young John; whom, two hours since, I met in travel towards his warlike father! This seven years did not Talbot see his son; 290 And now they meet where both their lives are done. Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition Hij The The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror, That ever-living man of memory, Henry the fifth :-Whiles they each other cross, 300 [Exit. SCENE IV. Another Part of France. Enter SOMERSET, with his Army. Som. 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. Capt. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY. 310 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, Cries out for noble York and Somerset, To beat assailing death from his weak legions. And And whiles the honourable captain there Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs, 821 You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour, Let not your private discord keep away Yields up his life unto a world of odds: And Talbot perisheth by your default. 830 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. Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Talbot: Never to England shall he bear his life; 34 But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife. Som. Come, go; I will dispatch 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; you. SCENE V. A Field of Battle near Bourdeaux. Enter TALBOT, and his Son. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee, To tutor thee in stratagems of war; 350 That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse; John. Is my name Talbot ? and am I your son ? 361 Tal. Tal. If we both stay, we both are sure to die. 370 John. Then, let me stay; and, father, do you fly: Your loss is great, so your regard should be; My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. Upon my death the French can little boast; In your's they will, in you all hopes are lost. Flight cannot stain the honour you have won ; But mine it will, that no exploit have done : You fled for vantage, every one will swear; But, if I bow, they'll say-it was for fear. There is no hope that ever I will stay, If, the first hour, I shrink, and run away. Here, on my knee, I beg mortality, Rather than life preserv'd with infamy. 380 Tal. Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? John. Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb. Tal. Upon my blessing I command thee go. Tal. Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain. John. You cannot witness for me, being slain. If death be so apparent, then both fly. 390 Tal. And leave my followers here, to fight, and die? My age was never tainted with such shame. John. |