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  • Title: Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    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.

    Enter a Messenger that meets Yorke. Enter Yorke
    with Trumpet, and many Soldiers.

    2010 Yorke. Are not the speedy scouts return'd againe,
    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.
    2015By your espyals were discouered
    Two mightier Troopes then that the Dolphin led,
    Which ioyn'd with him, and made their march for (Burdeaux
    Yorke. A plague vpon that Villaine Somerset,
    That thus delayes my promised supply
    2020Of horsemen, that were leuied for this siege.
    Renowned Talbot doth expect my ayde,
    And I am lowted by a Traitor Villaine,
    And cannot helpe the noble Cheualier:
    God comfort him in this necessity:
    2025If he miscarry, farewell Warres in France.

    Enter another Messenger.
    2. Mes. Thou Princely Leader of our English strength,
    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.
    Yorke. O God, that Somerset who in proud heart
    2035Doth stop my Cornets, were in Talbots place,
    So should wee saue a valiant Gentleman,
    By forfeyting a Traitor, and a Coward:
    Mad ire, and wrathfull fury makes me weepe,
    That thus we dye, while remisse Traitors sleepe.
    2040 Mes. O send some succour to the distrest Lord.
    Yorke. He dies, we loose: I breake my warlike word:
    We mourne, France smiles: We loose, they dayly get,
    All long of this vile Traitor Somerset.
    Mes. Then God take mercy on braue Talbots soule,
    2045And on his Sonne yong Iohn, who two houres since,
    I met in trauaile toward his warlike Father;
    This seuen yeeres did not Talbot see his sonne,
    And now they meete where both their liues are done.
    Yorke. Alas, what ioy shall noble Talbot haue,
    2050To bid his yong sonne welcome to his Graue:
    Away, vexation almost stoppes my breath,
    That sundred friends greete in the houre of death.
    Lucie farewell, no more my fortune can,
    But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man.
    2055Maine, Bloys, Poytiers, and Toures, are wonne away,
    Long all of Somerset, and his delay. Exit
    Mes. Thus while the Vulture of sedition,
    Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders,
    Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse:
    2060The Conquest of our scarse-cold Conqueror,
    That euer-liuing man of Memorie,
    Henrie the fift: Whiles they each other crosse,
    Liues, Honours, Lands, and all, hurrie to losse.


    Enter Somerset with his Armie.

    2065 Som. It is too late, I cannot send them now:
    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
    2070Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor
    By this vnheedfull, desperate, wilde aduenture:
    Yorke set him on to fight, and dye in shame,
    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.
    Som. How now Sir William, whether were you sent?
    Lu. Whether my Lord, from bought & sold L. Talbot,
    Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie,
    Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset,
    2080To beate assayling death from his weake Regions,
    And whiles the honourable Captaine there
    Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes,
    And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue,
    You his false hopes, the trust of Englands honor,
    2085Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation:
    Let not your priuate discord keepe away
    The leuied succours that should lend him ayde,
    While he renowned Noble Gentleman
    Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes.
    2090Orleance the Bastard, Charles, Burgundie,
    Alanson, Reignard, compasse him about,
    And Talbot perisheth by your default.
    Som. Yorke set him on, Yorke should haue sent him
    ayde.
    2095 Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes,
    Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast,
    Collected for this expidition.
    Som. York lyes: He might haue sent, & had the Horse:
    I owe him little Dutie, and lesse Loue,
    2100And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending.
    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.
    2105 Som. Come go, I will dispatch the Horsemen strait:
    Within sixe houres, they will be at his ayde.
    Lu. Too late comes rescue, he is tane or slaine,
    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.
    Exeunt.

    Enter Talbot and his Sonne.

    Tal. O yong Iohn Talbot, I did send for thee
    2115To tutor thee in stratagems of Warre,
    That Talbots name might be in thee reuiu'd,
    When saplesse Age, and weake vnable limbes
    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:
    Therefore deere Boy, mount on my swiftest horse,
    And Ile direct thee how thou shalt escape
    By sodaine flight. Come, dally not, be gone.
    2125 Iohn. Is my name Talbot? and am I your Sonne?
    Shall
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