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Henry VI, Pt. 1: Act 4, Scene 3

Henry VI, Pt. 1
Act 4, Scene 3

France. Plains in Gascony.

  1. Enter a Messenger that meets York. Enter York with Trumpet
  2. and many Soldiers.

Richard, Duke of York

3 - 4
  1. Are not the speedy scouts return’d again
  2. That dogg’d the mighty army of the Dauphin?

Fifth Messenger

5 - 10
  1. They are return’d, my lord, and give it out
  2. That he is march’d to Bordeaux with his power
  3. To fight with Talbot. As he march’d along,
  4. By your espials were discovered
  5. Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
  6. Which join’d with him and made their march for Bordeaux.
  1. Exit.

Richard, Duke of York

12 - 19
  1. A plague upon that villain Somerset,
  2. That thus delays my promised supply
  3. Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
  4. Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
  5. And I am louted by a traitor villain
  6. And cannot help the noble chevalier.
  7. God comfort him in this necessity!
  8. If he miscarry, farewell wars in France!
  1. Enter another Messenger, Sir William Lucy.

Sir William Lucy

21 - 27
  1. Thou princely leader of our English strength,
  2. Never so needful on the earth of France,
  3. Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
  4. Who now is girdled with a waist of iron
  5. And hemm’d about with grim destruction.
  6. To Bordeaux, warlike Duke! To Bordeaux, York!
  7. Else farewell Talbot, France, and England’s honor!

Richard, Duke of York

28 - 33
  1. O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
  2. Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot’s place!
  3. So should we save a valiant gentleman
  4. By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
  5. Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
  6. That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.

Sir William Lucy

34
  1. O, send some succor to the distress’d lord!

Richard, Duke of York

35 - 37
  1. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
  2. We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
  3. All long of this vile traitor Somerset.

Sir William Lucy

38 - 42
  1. Then God take mercy on brave Talbot’s soul,
  2. And on his son young John, who two hours since
  3. I met in travel toward his warlike father!
  4. This seven years did not Talbot see his son,
  5. And now they meet where both their lives are done.

Richard, Duke of York

43 - 50
  1. Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
  2. To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
  3. Away! Vexation almost stops my breath,
  4. That sund’red friends greet in the hour of death.
  5. Lucy, farewell, no more my fortune can,
  6. But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
  7. Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
  8. Long all of Somerset and his delay.
  1. Exit with his Soldiers.

Sir William Lucy

52 - 58
  1. Thus while the vulture of sedition
  2. Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
  3. Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
  4. The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
  5. That ever-living man of memory,
  6. Henry the Fifth. Whiles they each other cross,
  7. Lives, honors, lands, and all, hurry to loss.
  1. Enter Sir William Lucy
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