The First Part Of Henry The Sixth

1 Enter a Messenger that meets York. Enter York with trumpet and many
2 soldiers
3 YORK.
4 Are not the speedy scouts return’d again
5 That dogg’d the mighty army of the Dauphin?
6 MESSENGER.
7 They are return’d, my lord, and give it out
8 That he is march’d to Bordeaux with his power,
9 To fight with Talbot. As he march’d along,
10 By your espials were discovered
11 Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
12 Which join’d with him and made their march for Bordeaux.
13 [_Exit._]
14 YORK.
15 A plague upon that villain Somerset
16 That thus delays my promised supply
17 Of horsemen that were levied for this siege!
18 Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
19 And I am louted by a traitor villain
20 And cannot help the noble chevalier.
21 God comfort him in this necessity!
22 If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
23 Enter Sir William Lucy.
24 LUCY.
25 Thou princely leader of our English strength,
26 Never so needful on the earth of France,
27 Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
28 Who now is girdled with a waist of iron,
29 And hemm’d about with grim destruction.
30 To Bordeaux, warlike Duke! To Bordeaux, York!
31 Else farewell, Talbot, France, and England’s honour.
32 YORK.
33 O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
34 Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot’s place!
35 So should we save a valiant gentleman
36 By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
37 Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep
38 That thus we die while remiss traitors sleep.
39 LUCY.
40 O, send some succour to the distress’d lord!
41 YORK.
42 He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
43 We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get,
44 All long of this vile traitor Somerset.
45 LUCY.
46 Then God take mercy on brave Talbot’s soul,
47 And on his son young John, who two hours since
48 I met in travel toward his warlike father.
49 This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
50 And now they meet where both their lives are done.
51 YORK.
52 Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
53 To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
54 Away! Vexation almost stops my breath,
55 That sunder’d friends greet in the hour of death.
56 Lucy, farewell. No more my fortune can
57 But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
58 Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
59 Long all of Somerset and his delay.
60 [_Exit, with his soldiers._]
61 LUCY.
62 Thus, while the vulture of sedition
63 Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
64 Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
65 The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
66 That ever-living man of memory,
67 Henry the Fifth. Whiles they each other cross,
68 Lives, honours, lands, and all hurry to loss.
69 [_Exit._]