Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)
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The first Part of Henry the Sixt.
¶Turne on the bloody Hounds with heads of Steele,
¶And make the Cowards stand aloofe at bay:
¶Sell euery man his life as deere as mine,
2005And they shall finde deere Deere of vs my Friends.
¶God, and S. George, Talbot and Englands right,
¶Prosper our Colours in this dangerous fight.
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Enter a Messenger that meets Yorke. Enter Yorke
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with Trumpet, and many Soldiers.
¶That dog'd the mighty Army of the Dolphin?
¶ Mess. They are return'd my Lord, and giue it out,
¶That he is march'd to Burdeaux with his power
¶To fight with Talbot as he march'd along.
¶Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led,
¶Which ioyn'd with him, and made their march for
(Burdeaux
¶Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde,
¶And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine,
¶And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier:
2025If he miscarry, farewell Warres in France.
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Enter another Messenger.
¶Neuer so needfull on the earth of France,
¶Spurre to the rescue of the Noble Talbot,
2030Who now is girdled with a waste of Iron,
¶And hem'd about with grim destruction:
¶To Burdeaux warlike Duke, to Burdeaux Yorke,
¶Else farwell Talbot, France, and Englands honor.
2035Doth stop my Cornets, were in Talbots place,
¶By forfeyting a Traitor, and a Coward:
¶Mad ire, and wrathfull fury makes me weepe,
¶All long of this vile Traitor Somerset.
2045And on his Sonne yong Iohn, who two houres since,
¶I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father;
¶And now they meete where both their liues are done.
2050To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue:
¶That sundred friends greete in the houre of death.
¶Lucie farewell, no more my fortune can,
2055Maine, Bloys, Poytiers, and Toures, are wonne away,
¶Long all of Somerset, and his delay.
Exit
¶That euer-liuing man of Memorie,
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Enter Somerset with his Armie.
¶This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot,
¶Too rashly plotted. All our generall force,
¶Might with a sally of the very Towne
¶Be buckled with: the ouer-daring Talbot
¶By this vnheedfull, desperate, wilde aduenture:
¶That Talbot dead, great Yorke might beare the name.
¶ Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie, who with me
2075Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde.
¶Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie,
¶Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset,
¶And whiles the honourable Captaine there
¶Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes,
¶And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue,
¶Let not your priuate discord keepe away
¶While he renowned Noble Gentleman
¶Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes.
2090Orleance the Bastard, Charles, Burgundie,
¶And Talbot perisheth by your default.
¶ayde.
¶Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast,
¶Collected for this expidition.
¶ Lu. The fraud of England, not the force of France,
¶Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot:
¶Neuer to England shall he beare his life,
¶But dies betraid to fortune by your strife.
¶Within sixe houres, they will be at his ayde.
¶For flye he could not, if he would haue fled:
¶And flye would Talbot neuer though he might.
2110 Som. If he be dead, braue Talbot then adieu.
¶ Lu. His Fame liues in the world. His Shame in you.
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Exeunt.
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Enter Talbot and his Sonne.
2115To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre,
¶That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd,
¶Should bring thy Father to his drooping Chaire.
¶But O malignant and ill-boading Starres,
2120Now thou art come vnto a Feast of death,
¶A terrible and vnauoyded danger:
¶By sodaine flight. Come, dally not, be gone.
2125 Iohn. Is my name Talbot? and am I your Sonne?
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