I fear, we should have seen decipher'd there More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, Than yet can be imagin'd or suppos'd. This should'ring of each other in the court, 'Tis much, when scepters are in children's hands; But more, when envy breeds unkind division; There comes the ruin, there begins confusion. [Exit. SCENE II. France. Before Bourdeaux. Enter TALBOT, with his Forces. Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter, Summon their general unto the wall. Trumpet sounds a parley. Enter, on the walls, the General of the French Forces, and Others. English John Talbot, Captains, calls you forth, Servant in arms to Harry King of England; And thus he would, Open your city gates a Lean famine, quartering steel, and-climbing fire; Who, in a moment, even with the earth Shall lay your stately and air-braying towers, If your forsake the offer of their love. Gen. Thou onimous and fearful owl of death, And strong enough to issue out and fight: And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, 1 Upon no christian soul but English Talbot. Sings heavy musick to thy timorous soul; [Exeunt General, &c. from the walls Tal. He fables not, 1 hear the enemy; Out, some light horsemen and peruse their wings. O, negligent and heedless discipline! Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! 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 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; Which join'd with him, aud made their march for Bourdeaux. York. A plague upon that villain Somerset ; That thus delays my promised supply Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY. Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English Never so needful on the earth of France, York! Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour. York. 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, That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. Lucy. O, send some succour to the distress'd lord! York. He dies, we lose; I break my war like 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! 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, But curse the cause I cannot aid the man. Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. [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 TALBOT's with him. Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now: This expediton 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 : |