Elsewhere on the Plains in Gascony.
 Enter SOMERSET, with his SOLDIERS; a CAPTAIN of TALBOT'S with him.

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
	Be buckled with. The overdaring Talbot
	Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour
	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.

Captain	Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
	Set from our o'ermatched forces forth for aid.

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,
	Cries out for noble York and Somerset
	To beat assailing death from his weak legions;
	And whiles the honourable captain there
	Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
	And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
	You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
	Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
	Let not your private discord keep away
	The levied succours that should lend him aid,
	While he, renownd noble gentleman,
	Yield up his life unto a world of odds.
	Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
	Alenon, Reignier, compass him about,
	And Talbot perisheth by your default.

Somerset	York set him on; York should have sent him aid.

Lucy	And York as fast upon your grace exclaims,
	Swearing that you withhold his levied horse
	Collected for this expedition.

Somerset	York lies. He might have sent and had the horse.
	I owe him little duty, and less love,
	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.

Somerset	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.

Somerset	If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!

Lucy	His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
													[Exeunt.
