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And cannot help the noble chevalier :
Enter Sir WILLIAM Lucy.6
Lucr. 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 ho
York. O God! that Somerset--who in proud
heart Doth ftop 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, That thus we die, while remiss traitors Ileep. Lucr. O, send some succour to the distress'd
lord! York. He dies, we lose; I break my warlike
word : We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; All ’long of this vile traitor Somerset.
6 Enter Sir William Lucy.] In the old copy we have only-Enter « Messenger. But it appears from the subsequent scene that the messenger was Sir William Lucy. MALONE.
girdled with a waist of iron] So, in King John:
those sleeping stones,
Lucr. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's
Lucr. Thus while the vulture of fedition
& are done.) i. e. expended, consumed. The word is yet used in this fense in the Western counties. MALONE. 9 the vulture ---) Alluding to the tale of Prometheus.
Enter Somerset, with his Forces; an Officer 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 fullied 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 name.
Off. Here is fir William Lucy, who with me Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid.
Enter Sir William Lucy. Som.How now, fir William?whither were you fent? Lucr. Whither, my lord? from bought and sold
lord Talbot ; Who, ring'd about 3 with bold adversity,
all his glofs of former honour,] Our author very frequently employs this phrase. So, in Much Ado about Nothing :
the new gloss of your marriage.” It occurs also in Love's Labour's Loft, and in Macbeth, &c. Steevens.
from bought and fold lord Talbot ;] i. e. from one utterly ruind by the treacherous practices of others. So, in King Richard III:
Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold,
“ For Dickon thy master is bought and sold.” The expression appears to have been proverbial. See Vol. VIII. p. 167, n. 4.
MALONE. 3 — ring'd about -] Environed, encircled. JOHNSON. So, in A Midsummer Night's Dream:
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm." STEEVENS,
Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
him aid. Lucr. And York as fast upon your grace ex
claims; Swearing, that you withhold his levied host, Collected for this expedition.
4 - his weak legions.] Old copy-regions. Corrected by Mr. Rowe. MALONE.
s-in advantage ling’ring,] Protracting his resistance by the advantage of a strong post. Johnson.
Or, perhaps, endeavouring by every means that he can, with advantage to himself, to linger out the action, &c. Malone.
6 - worthless emulation.] In this line emulation signifies merely rivalry, not struggle for superior excellence. Johnson.
So Ulysses, in Troilus and Creffida, says that the Grecian chiefs
-grown to an envious fever “ Of pale and bloodless emulation.” M. Mason. 7 Tields] Thus the second folio : the first-yield.
STEEVENS. 8 —and Burgundy,] And, which is necessary to the metre, is wanting in the first folio, but is supplied by the second.
STEEVENS. Vol. IX.
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. 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
straight: Within six hours they will be at his aid. Lucr. Too late comes rescue; he is ta’en, or
slain : For Ay he could not, if he would have fled; And My would Talbot never, though he might.
Som. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu! Lucr. His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
TAL. O young John Talbot! I did send for thee, To tutor thee in stratagems of war; That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, When sapless age, and weak unable limbs, Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. But,- malignant and ill-boding stars!