And perish ye, with your audacious prate! Exe. It grieves his highness:- good my lords, be friends. King. Come hither, you that would be combatants: Henceforth I charge you, as you love our fa To wilful disobedience, and rebel! [Beside, what infamy will there arise, When foreign princes shall be certified That for a toy, a thing of no regard, (King Henry's peers and chief nobility Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!] O, think upon the conquest of my father; 151 [Putting on a red rose. That any one should therefore be suspicious I more incline to Somerset than York: Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both: As well they may upbraid me with my crown, Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. But your discretions better can persuade Than I am able to instruct or teach: And therefore, as we hither came in peace, 160 So let us still continue peace and love. 1 Stomachs, anger, passions. [Flourish. Exeunt all but York, Warrick, Exeter and Vernon. War. My Lord of York, I promise you, the king Prettily, methought, did play the orator. York. And so he did; but yet I like it not, In that he wears the badge of Somerset. War. Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not; I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. York. An if I wist he did,--but let it rest; 180 Other affairs must now be managed. [Exeunt [all but Exeter.' Ere. Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice; For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, [SCENE II. Before Bourdeaux. Enter TALBOT, with his Forces. Tal. Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trum- Summon their general unto the wall. Gen. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, To wall thee from the liberty of flight; Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot. 30 Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, 40 Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul; And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. [Exeunt General, &c. Tal. He fables not; I hear the enemy: Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. O, negligent and heedless discipline! And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: God and St. George, Talbot and England's right, Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! Exeunt.] York. Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot To bid his young son welcome to his grave? 40 Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can, away, Long all of2 Somerset and his delay. ] [Exit with his soldiers. Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror, 50 That ever-living man of memory, Henry the Fifth:- whiles they each other cross, Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to loss. [Exit. SCENE IV. Other plains in Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with his Forces; a Captain of TALBOT'S with him. Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now: This expedition 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 Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure: York set him on to fight and die in shame, That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.3 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 horse, Collected for this expedition. 30 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: Within six hours they will be at his aid. 40 Lucy. Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain; For fly he could not, if he would have fled; And fly 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 you. [Exeunt. SCENE V. The English camp near Bourdeaux. Enter TALBOT and JOHN his son. Tal. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee 3 Worthless emulation, i.e. unworthy rivalry. |