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Enter SOMERSET with his army and a CAPTAIN from Talbot’s army.
Enter SOMERSET with his army and a CAPTAIN from Talbot’s army.
SOMERSET
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
5
Be buckled with. The overdaring Talbot
Hath sullied all his gloss of former honor
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.
SOMERSET
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
5
Be buckled with. The overdaring Talbot
Hath sullied all his gloss of former honor
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.
Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY .
Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY .
CAPTAIN
10
Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
Set from our o’er-matched forces forth for aid.
CAPTAIN
10
Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
Set from our o’er-matched forces forth for aid.
SOMERSET
How now, Sir William, whither were you sent?
SOMERSET
How now, Sir William, whither were you sent?
LUCY
Whither, my lord? From bought and sold Lord Talbot,
Who, ringed about with bold adversity,
15
Cries out for noble York and Somerset
To beat assailing Death from his weak legions;
And whiles the honorable captain there
Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs
And, in advantage ling’ring, looks for rescue,
20
You, his false hopes, the trust of England’s honor,
Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
Let not your private discord keep away
The levied succors that should lend him aid,
While he, renownèd noble gentleman,
25
Yield up his life unto a world of odds.
Orleance the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
Alanson, Reignier compass him about,
And Talbot perisheth by your default.
LUCY
Whither, my lord? From bought and sold Lord Talbot,
Who, ringed about with bold adversity,
15
Cries out for noble York and Somerset
To beat assailing Death from his weak legions;
And whiles the honorable captain there
Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs
And, in advantage ling’ring, looks for rescue,
20
You, his false hopes, the trust of England’s honor,
Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
Let not your private discord keep away
The levied succors that should lend him aid,
While he, renownèd noble gentleman,
25
Yield up his life unto a world of odds.
Orleance the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
Alanson, Reignier compass him about,
And Talbot perisheth by your default.
SOMERSET
York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
SOMERSET
York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
LUCY
30
And York as fast upon your Grace exclaims,
Swearing that you withhold his levied host
Collected for this expedition.
LUCY
30
And York as fast upon your Grace exclaims,
Swearing that you withhold his levied host
Collected for this expedition.
SOMERSET
York lies. He might have sent and had the horse.
I owe him little duty and less love,
35
And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
SOMERSET
York lies. He might have sent and had the horse.
I owe him little duty and less love,
35
And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
LUCY
The fraud of England, not the force of France,
Hath now entrapped the noble-minded Talbot.
Never to England shall he bear his life,
But dies betrayed to fortune by your strife.
LUCY
The fraud of England, not the force of France,
Hath now entrapped the noble-minded Talbot.
Never to England shall he bear his life,
But dies betrayed to fortune by your strife.
SOMERSET
40
Come, go. I will dispatch the horsemen straight.
Within six hours they will be at his aid.
SOMERSET
40
Come, go. I will dispatch the horsemen straight.
Within six hours they will be at his aid.
LUCY
Too late comes rescue; he is ta’en or slain,
For fly he could not if he would have fled;
And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
LUCY
Too late comes rescue; he is ta’en or slain,
For fly he could not if he would have fled;
And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
SOMERSET
45
If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu.
SOMERSET
45
If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu.
LUCY
His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
LUCY
His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
They exit.
They exit.

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Modern Text
Enter SOMERSET with his army and a CAPTAIN from Talbot’s army.
Enter SOMERSET with his army and a CAPTAIN from Talbot’s army.
SOMERSET
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
5
Be buckled with. The overdaring Talbot
Hath sullied all his gloss of former honor
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.
SOMERSET
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
5
Be buckled with. The overdaring Talbot
Hath sullied all his gloss of former honor
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.
Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY .
Enter SIR WILLIAM LUCY .
CAPTAIN
10
Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
Set from our o’er-matched forces forth for aid.
CAPTAIN
10
Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
Set from our o’er-matched forces forth for aid.
SOMERSET
How now, Sir William, whither were you sent?
SOMERSET
How now, Sir William, whither were you sent?
LUCY
Whither, my lord? From bought and sold Lord Talbot,
Who, ringed about with bold adversity,
15
Cries out for noble York and Somerset
To beat assailing Death from his weak legions;
And whiles the honorable captain there
Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs
And, in advantage ling’ring, looks for rescue,
20
You, his false hopes, the trust of England’s honor,
Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
Let not your private discord keep away
The levied succors that should lend him aid,
While he, renownèd noble gentleman,
25
Yield up his life unto a world of odds.
Orleance the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
Alanson, Reignier compass him about,
And Talbot perisheth by your default.
LUCY
Whither, my lord? From bought and sold Lord Talbot,
Who, ringed about with bold adversity,
15
Cries out for noble York and Somerset
To beat assailing Death from his weak legions;
And whiles the honorable captain there
Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs
And, in advantage ling’ring, looks for rescue,
20
You, his false hopes, the trust of England’s honor,
Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
Let not your private discord keep away
The levied succors that should lend him aid,
While he, renownèd noble gentleman,
25
Yield up his life unto a world of odds.
Orleance the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
Alanson, Reignier compass him about,
And Talbot perisheth by your default.
SOMERSET
York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
SOMERSET
York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
LUCY
30
And York as fast upon your Grace exclaims,
Swearing that you withhold his levied host
Collected for this expedition.
LUCY
30
And York as fast upon your Grace exclaims,
Swearing that you withhold his levied host
Collected for this expedition.
SOMERSET
York lies. He might have sent and had the horse.
I owe him little duty and less love,
35
And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
SOMERSET
York lies. He might have sent and had the horse.
I owe him little duty and less love,
35
And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
LUCY
The fraud of England, not the force of France,
Hath now entrapped the noble-minded Talbot.
Never to England shall he bear his life,
But dies betrayed to fortune by your strife.
LUCY
The fraud of England, not the force of France,
Hath now entrapped the noble-minded Talbot.
Never to England shall he bear his life,
But dies betrayed to fortune by your strife.
SOMERSET
40
Come, go. I will dispatch the horsemen straight.
Within six hours they will be at his aid.
SOMERSET
40
Come, go. I will dispatch the horsemen straight.
Within six hours they will be at his aid.
LUCY
Too late comes rescue; he is ta’en or slain,
For fly he could not if he would have fled;
And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
LUCY
Too late comes rescue; he is ta’en or slain,
For fly he could not if he would have fled;
And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
SOMERSET
45
If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu.
SOMERSET
45
If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu.
LUCY
His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
LUCY
His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
They exit.
They exit.
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