2065 Som. It is too late, I cannot send them now:

2066This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot,

2067Too rashly plotted. All our generall force,

2068Might with a sally of the very Towne

2069Be buckled with: the ouer-daring Talbot

2070Hath sullied all his glosse of former Honor

2071By this vnheedfull, desperate, wilde aduenture:

2072Yorke set him on to fight, and dye in shame,

2073That Talbot dead, great Yorke might beare the name.

2074 Cap. Heere is Sir William Lucie, who with me

2075Set from our ore-matcht forces forth for ayde.

2076 Som. How now Sir William, whether were you sent?

2077 Lu. Whether my Lord, from bought & sold L. Talbot,

2078Who ring'd about with bold aduersitie,

2079Cries out for noble Yorke and Somerset,

2080To beate assayling death from his weake Regions,

2081And whiles the honourable Captaine there

2082Drops bloody swet from his warre-wearied limbes,

2083And in aduantage lingring lookes for rescue,

2084You his false hopes, the trust of Englands honor,

2085Keepe off aloofe with worthlesse emulation:

2086Let not your priuate discord keepe away

2087The leuied succours that should lend him ayde,

2088While he renowned Noble Gentleman

2089Yeeld vp his life vnto a world of oddes.

2090Orleance the Bastard, Charles, Burgundie,

2091Alanson, Reignard, compasse him about,

2092And Talbot perisheth by your default.

2093 Som. Yorke set him on, Yorke should haue sent him

2094 ayde.

2095 Luc. And Yorke as fast vpon your Grace exclaimes,

2096Swearing that you with-hold his leuied hoast,

2097Collected for this expidition.

2098 Som. York lyes: He might haue sent, & had the Horse:

2099I owe him little Dutie, and lesse Loue,

2100And take foule scorne to fawne on him by sending.

2101 Lu. The fraud of England, not the force of France,

2102Hath now intrapt the Noble-minded Talbot:

2103Neuer to England shall he beare his life,

2104But dies betraid to fortune by your strife.

2105 Som. Come go, I will dispatch the Horsemen strait:

2106Within sixe houres, they will be at his ayde.

2107 Lu. Too late comes rescue, he is tane or slaine,

2108For flye he could not, if he would haue fled:

2109And flye would Talbot neuer though he might.

2110 Som. If he be dead, braue Talbot then adieu.

2111 Lu. His Fame liues in the world. His Shame in you.