Som.
It is too late; [to the Off.] 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 buckl'd with: The over-daring Talbot
Hath sully'd 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.

Off.
Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid.

Som.
How now, Sir William? whither were you sent?

Luc.
Whither, my lord? from bought and sold lord Talbot;
Who, ring'd 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-weary'd limbs,
And, in advantage ling'ring, 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 levy'd succours that should lend him aid,
While he, renowned noble gentleman,
Yields up his life unto a world of odds;
Orleans the bastard, Charles, and Burgundy,

Alenson, Reignier, compass him about,
And Talbot perisheth by your default.

Som.
York set him on, York should have sent him aid.

Luc.
And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
Swearing that you withhold his levy'd host,
Collected for this expedition.

Som.
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.

Luc.
The fraud of England, not the force of France,
Hath now entrapt the noble-minded Talbot:
Never to England shall he bear his life;
But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.

som.
Come, go, I will dispatch the horsemen straight:
Within six hours they will be at his aid.

Luc.
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, if he might.

Som.
If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu!

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

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