That I, thy enemy, due 1 thee withal; These eyes, that see thee now well colored, Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead. [drum afar off. Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul; And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. [Exeunt General, &c. from the walls. Tal. He fables not; I hear the enemy.- And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. right! Prosper our colors in this dangerous fight! [Exeunt. 1 Endue, grace. 2 Be of true mettle. 3 A rascal deer is the term of chase for lean, poor deer. 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? Mes. They are return'd, my lord; and give it out, That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led; 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, 1 Spies. 2 Treated with contempt. Never so needful on the earth of France, To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honor. York. O God! that Somerset,-who in proud heart Doth stop my cornets,—were in Talbot's place! By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. 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, 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. York. 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, Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition [Exit. Henry the fifth. Whiles they each other cross, [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 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 honor, 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. Off. Here is sir William Lucy, who with me Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. 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, To beat assailing death from his weak legions: Let not your private discord keep away Som. York set him on; York should have sent him aid. Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace ex claims; Swearing, that you withhold his levied host, Collected for this expedition. Encircled. |