On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, Upon no christian soul but English Talbot. This is the latest glory of thy praise, That I, thy enemy, due thee withal; For ere the glass, that now begins to run, These eyes, that see thee now well coloured, [Drum afar off. Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, [Exeunt General, &c. from the Walls. Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;- How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale; And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.-- SCENE III.-Plains in Gascony, [Exeunt. 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 returned, 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 were discovered Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led; Which join'd with him, and made their march for Bour deaux. 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, Never so needful on the earth of France, Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot; Who now is girdled with a waist of iron, And hemm'd about with grim destruction: To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! 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. Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition Henry the fifth-Whiles they each other cross, [Exit. {Exit. SCENE IV.-Other Plains of Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with his Forces; an Officer of TAL- Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now: 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 ; Who, ring'd about 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 The levied succours that should lend him aid, While he, renowned noble gentleman, 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 entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: Never to England shall he bear his life; But dies, betrayed 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 : Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu! [Exeunt. 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, 7 |