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

Henry VI, Pt. 1
Act 4, Scene 4

France. Other plains in Gascony.

  1. Enter Somerset with his army, a Captain of Talbot’s with
  2. him.

Duke of Somerset

3 - 11
  1. It is too late, I cannot send them now.
  2. This expedition was by York and Talbot
  3. Too rashly plotted. All our general force
  4. Might with a sally of the very town
  5. Be buckled with. The over-daring Talbot
  6. Hath sullied all his gloss of former honor
  7. By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure.
  8. York set him on to fight and die in shame,
  9. That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.

Captain

12 - 13
  1. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
  2. Set from our o’ermatch’d forces forth for aid.

Duke of Somerset

14
  1. How now, Sir William, whither were you sent?

Sir William Lucy

15 - 30
  1. Whither, my lord? From bought and sold Lord Talbot,
  2. Who, ring’d about with bold adversity,
  3. Cries out for noble York and Somerset
  4. To beat assailing death from his weak legions;
  5. And whiles the honorable captain there
  6. Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
  7. And, in advantage ling’ring, looks for rescue,
  8. You, his false hopes, the trust of England’s honor,
  9. Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
  10. Let not your private discord keep away
  11. The levied succors that should lend him aid,
  12. While he, renowned noble gentleman,
  13. Yield up his life unto a world of odds.
  14. Orléans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
  15. Alanson, Reignier, compass him about,
  16. And Talbot perisheth by your default.

Duke of Somerset

31
  1. York set him on, York should have sent him aid.

Sir William Lucy

32 - 34
  1. And York as fast upon your Grace exclaims,
  2. Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
  3. Collected for this expedition.

Duke of Somerset

35 - 37
  1. York lies; he might have sent, and had the horse.
  2. I owe him little duty, and less love,
  3. And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.

Sir William Lucy

38 - 41
  1. The fraud of England, not the force of France,
  2. Hath now entrapp’d the noble-minded Talbot:
  3. Never to England shall he bear his life,
  4. But dies, betray’d to fortune by your strife.

Duke of Somerset

42 - 43
  1. Come go, I will dispatch the horsemen straight;
  2. Within six hours they will be at his aid.

Sir William Lucy

44 - 46
  1. Too late comes rescue, he is ta’en or slain;
  2. For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
  3. And fly would Talbot never, though he might.

Duke of Somerset

47
  1. If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!

Sir William Lucy

48
  1. His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
  1. Exeunt.
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