Sings heavy musick to thy timorous soul; [Exeunt General, &c. from the Walls. Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy ; Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.- How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale; 4 Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch; And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.- SCENE III. Plains in Gascony. Enter YORK, with Forces; to him a Messenger. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin? Mess. 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 5 were discovered 3 In high spirits. 4 A rascal deer is the term of chase for lean poor deer. 5 Spies. 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 ! And I am lowted by a traitor villain, 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! 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. Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul ! 5 Vanquished, baffled. 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.— But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.— Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition [Exit. Henry the fifth :-Whiles they each other cross, Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. [Exit. SCENE IV. Other Plains of Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with his Forces; an Officer of Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now: 6 Expended, consumed. 7 Alluding to the tale of Prometheus. Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY. Som. How now, sir William? whither were you sent? Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and sold lord Talbot ;8 Who, ring'd about 9 with bold adversity, Cries out for noble York and Somerset, To beat assailing death from his weak legions. Let not your private discord keep away While he, renowned noble gentleman, Yields up his life unto a world of odds: Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy, Som. York set him on, York should have sent him aid. 8 i. e. From one utterly ruined by the treacherous practices of others. 9 Encircled. 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 entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: But dies, betraied to fortune by your strife. 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 [Exeunt. you. SCENE V. 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, |