Are not the speedy scouts returned again

4.3.32011That dogged the mighty army of the Dauphin?

They are returned, my lord, and give it out

4.3.52013That he is marched to Bordeaux with his power

4.3.62014To fight with Talbot as he marched along.

4.3.72015By your espials were discoverèd

4.3.82016Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,

4.3.92017Which joined with him and made their march for Bordeaux.

A plague upon that villain Somerset

4.3.112019That thus delays my promisèd supply

4.3.122020Of horsemen that were levied for this siege.

4.3.132021Renownèd Talbot doth expect my aid,

4.3.142022And I am louted by a traitor villain

4.3.152023And cannot help the noble chevalier.

4.3.162024God comfort him in this necessity;

4.3.172025If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

Thou princely leader of our English strength,

4.3.192028Never so needful on the earth of France,

4.3.202029Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,

4.3.212030Who now is girdled with a waist of iron

4.3.222031And hemmed about with grim destruction.

4.3.232032To Bordeaux, warlike Duke; to Bordeaux, York,

4.3.242033Else farewell Talbot, France, and England's honor.

O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart

4.3.262035Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place.

4.3.272036So should we save a valiant gentleman

4.3.282037By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.

4.3.292038Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,

4.3.302039That thus we die while remiss traitors sleep.

O send some succor to the distressed lord.

He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;

4.3.332042We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get,

4.3.342043All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.

Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul,

4.3.362045And on his son young John, who two hours since

4.3.372046I met in travail toward his warlike father.

4.3.382047This seven years did not Talbot see his son,

4.3.392048And now they meet where both their lives are done.

Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have,

4.3.412050To bid his young son welcome to his grave?

4.3.422051Away! Vexation almost stops my breath

4.3.432052That sundered friends greet in the hour of death.

4.3.442053Lucy, farewell. No more my fortune can

4.3.452054But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.

4.3.462055Maine, Blois, Poitiers, and Tours are won away,

4.3.472056'Long all of Somerset and his delay.

Thus while the vulture of sedition

4.3.492058Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,

4.3.502059Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss

4.3.512060The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,

4.3.522061That ever-living man of memory

4.3.532062Henry the Fifth. Whiles they each other cross,

4.3.542063Lives, honors, lands, and all hurry to loss.