But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
Lean famine, quartering fteel, and climbing fire
Who, in a moment, even with the earth
Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
If you forfake the offer of their love.

GEN. Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
Our nation's terror, and their bloody fcourge !
The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
On us thou canst not enter, but by death:
For, I protest, we are well fortify'd,
And ftrong enough to iffue out and fight:
If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
Stands with the fnares of war to tangle thee:
On either hand thee there are fquadrons pitch'd,
To wall thee from the liberty of flight;

And no way canft thou turn thee for redress,
But death doth front thee with apparent spoil,
And pale deftruction meets thee in the face.
Ten thousand French have ta'en the facrament,
To rive their dangerous artillery

Upon no chriftian foul but English Talbot.
Lo! there thou ftand'ft, a breathing valiant man,
Of an invincible unconquer'd fpirit :
This is the latest glory of thy praife,
That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
For ere the glafs, that now begins to run,
Finish the process of his fandy hour,
Thefe eyes, that fee thee now well coloured,
Shall fee thee wither'd, bloody, pale, and dead.

[Drum afar off. Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, Sings heavy music to thy timorous foul;

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And mine fhall ring thy dire departure out.

[Exeunt GENERAL, &c. from the walls.

TAL. He fables not, I hear the enemy ;

Out, fome light horsemen, and peruse their wings.-
O, negligent and heedlefs difcipline!

How are we park'd, and bounded in a pale;
A little herd of England's timorous deer,
Maz'd with a yelping kennel of French curs!
If we be English deer, be then in blood:
Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch;
But rather moody-mad, and defperate stags,
Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel,
And make the cowards ftand aloof at bay:
Sell every man his life as dear as mine,

And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.

God, and faint George! Talbot, and England's right! Profper our colours in this dangerous fight?

SCENE III. Plains in Gafcony.

[Exeunt.

Enter YORK, with Forces; to him a MESSENGER. YORK. Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin? MESS. They are return'd, my lord; and give it out, That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, To fight with Talbot: As he march'd along,

By your efpials were discovered

Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led;

Which join'd with him, and made their march for Bourdeaux.

YORK. A plague upon that villian Somerset ;

That thus delays my promised fupply

Of horsemen, that were levied for this fiege!

Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid;

And I am lowted by a traitor villain,
And cannot help the noble chevalier:
God comfort him in this neceffity!
If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCr.

Lucr. Thou princely leader of our English strength, Never fo 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 deftruction:

To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
Elfe, 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 fhould we fave a valiant gentleman,

By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.

Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep,
That thus we die, while remiss traitors fleep.

Lucr. O, fend fome fuccour to the diftrefs'd lord! YORK. He dies, we lofe; I break my warlike word: We mourn, France fmiles; we lofe, they daily get; All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.

Lucr. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's foul! And on his fon young John; whom, two hours fince, I met in travel toward his warlike father!

This seven years did not Talbot see his fon;

And now they meet where both their lives are done.
YORK. Alas! what joy fhall noble Talbot have,
To bid his young fon welcome to his grave?
Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
That funder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,
But curfe the caufe I cannot aid the man.-

Maine, Blois, Poitiers, and Tours, are won away,
'Long all of Somerset, and his delay.

Lucr. Thus while the vulture of fedition
Feeds in the bofom of fuch great commanders,
Sleeping neglection doth betray to lofs
The conqueft of our fcarce-cold conqueror,

That ever-living man of memory,

Lives, honours, lands, and all, hurry to lofs.

Henry the fifth-Whiles they each other cross,

[Exit.

[Exit.

SCENE IV. Other Plains of Galcony.

Enter SOMERSET, with his forces; an OFFICER of TALBOT'S with him.

SOM. It is too late; I cannot fend them now:

This expedition was by York, and Talbot,
Too rafhly plotted; all our general force
Might with a fally of the very town
Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
Hath fullied all his glofs of former honour,
By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
York fet him on to fight, and die in shame,
That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
OFF. Here is fir William Lucy, who with me
Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid.
Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCr.

SOM. How now, fir William? whither were you fent: Lucr. Whither, my lord? from bought and fold lord [Talbot

Who, ring'd about with bold adverfity,

Cries out for noble York and Somerset,

To beat affailing death from his weak legions.
And whiles the honourable captain there
Drops bloody fweat from his war-wearied limbs,
And, in advantage ling'ring, looks for refcue,

You, his falfe hopes, the truft of England's honour,
Keep off aloof with worthlefs emulation.

Let not your private discord keep away

The levied fuccours that fhould lend him aid,
While he, renowned noble gentleman,

Yields up

his life unto a world of odds:

Orleans the Bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,
Alençon, Reignier, compafs him about,

And Talbot perisheth by your default.

SOM. York fet him on, York should have sent him aid. Lucr. And York as fast upon your grace exclaims; Swearing, that you withhold his levied hoft, Collected for this expedition.

SOM. York lies; he might have fent, and had the horse : I owe him little duty, and lefs love;

And take foul fcorn, to fawn on him by fending.

Lucr. The fraud of England, not the force of France, Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: Never to England shall he bear his life;

But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.

SOM. Come, go; I will despatch the horsemen ftraight : Within fix hours they will be at his aid.

Lucr. Too late comes refcue; he is ta'en, or flain:
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!
Lucr. His fame lives in the world, his fhame in

you. [Exeunt:

SCENE V. The English Camp near Bourdeaux.
Enter TALBOT and JOHN his fon.
TAL. O young John Talbot! I did fend for thee,
To tutor thee in ftratagems of war;