Act 4 - Scene 3
Plains in Gascony.
Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers
Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
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 were discovered
Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin
Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.
A plague upon that villain Somerset,
That thus delays my promised supply
Of horsemen, that were levied
for this siege!
Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
And I am lowted by a traitor villain
And cannot help
the noble chevalier:
God comfort him in this necessity!
If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
Enter Sir William 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:
Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
So should we
save a valiant gentleman
By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!
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.
Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul;
And on his son young John, who 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.
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,
curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
'Long all of Somerset
and his delay.
Exit, with his soldiers
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