For ere the glafs, that now begins to run, These eyes, that fee thee now well coloured, [Exit from the Walls. Tal. He fables not, I hear the enemy;- How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale; [Exeunt. SCENE III. Another Part of France. Enter a Mejenger, meeting YORK, who enters with a Trumpet, and many Soldiers. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin? Me. 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 efpials were difcovered Two mightier troops than that the dauphin led; York. A plague upon that villain Somerfet ; Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY. Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English ftrength, Never fo 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 deftruction: To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! Elfe, farewell Talbot, France, and England's ho nour. York. O God! that Somerfet--who in proud heart Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's foul! And And on his fon young John; whom, two hours fince, Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of fedition Henry the fifth-Whiles they each other crofs, Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to lofs. [Exit. SCENE IV. Another Part of France. Enter SOMERSET, with his Army. Som. It is too late; I cannot fend them now: This expedition was by York, and Talbot, Too rafhly plotted; all our general force Might with a fally of the very town Be buckled with; the over-daring Talbot Hath fullied all his glofs of former honour, By this unheedful, defperate, wild adventure: York fet him on to fight, and die in shame, That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name. Capt. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. G 3 Enter Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY. Som. How fent? now, Sir William ? whither were you Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and fold lord Talbot; Who, ring'd about with bold adversity, Som. York fet him on, York should have sent him Lucy. And Yorkasfaft upon your grace exclaims; Swearing, that you withhold his levied hoft, Collected for this expedition. Som. York lies; he might have fent, and had the I owe him little duty, and less love; [horse : And take foul fcorn, to fawn on him by fending. Lucy. The fraud of England, not the force of France, Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Talbot: Som. Som. Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen Within fix hours they will be at his aid. [straight Lucy. Too late comes rescue; he is ta'en, or flain: For fly he could not, if he would have fled; And Ay 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. A Field of Battle near Bourdeaux." Enter TALBOT, and his Son. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did fend for thee, To tutor thee in ftratagems of war; That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swifteft horse; To make a baftard and a flave of me: Tal. Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. John. He, that flies fo, will ne'er return again. Tal. If we both ftay, we both are fure to die. John. Then, let me ftay; and, father, do you fly; Your lofs is great, fo your regard fhould be; My |