For ere the glass, that now begins to run, [Drum afar off. Hark! hark the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, [Exeunt General, etc. Tal. He fables not; I hear the enemy: How are we park'd and bounded in a pale, And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. right, Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! 40 50 [Exeunt. SCENE III. Plains in Gascony. Enter a Messenger that meets York. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers. York. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, 48. in blood, in full vigour (a term of the chase). i. 2. 35. 49. rascal- like; cf. note to That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin? out That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led, York. A plague upon that villain Somerset, Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege! Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY. Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English strength, Never so 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 destruction : To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York ! Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour. York. O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place! So should we save a valiant gentleman By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep, 13. lowted, befooled. ΤΟ 20 That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike. We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset. Lucy. Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's And on his son young John, who two hours since This seven years did not Talbot see his son; York. Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have [Exit, with his soldiers. Lucy. Thus, while the vulture of sedition Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross, 51. i.e. that man of ever-living memory. 30 40 50 SCENE IV. Other plains in Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of Som. It is too late; I cannot send them now: name. Cap. Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid. Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY. Som. How now, Sir William! whither were you sent? Lucy. Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot; Who, ring'd about with bold adversity, Cries out for noble York and Somerset, To beat assailing death from his weak legions: ΤΟ You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour, 20 19. in advantage lingering; this is explained by Johnson, 'protracting his resistance by the advantage of a strong post." It probably means that Talbot ΙΟΙ just holds his ground, succeeds in defending his fortified camp, but cannot venture to quit his vantage-ground and fight in the open. Keep off aloof with worthless emulation. Som. York set him on; York should have sent him aid. Lucy. And York as fast upon your grace ex- Swearing that you withhold his levied host, Som. York lies; he might have sent and had I owe him little duty, and less love; And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending. Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: Som. Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight: Within six hours they will be at his aid. Lucy. Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain; For fly he could not, if he would have fled; in you. 30 40 35. take foul scorn, I scorn (to fawn on him) as a foul disgrace. |