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Henry VI part one

Act 4, Scene 3

 

Plains in Gascony.
 
[Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers]
 
YORK
           ,          ,        ,          ,        ,
      Are not | the speed|y scouts | returned | again,
              ,           ,      ,     ,        ,        2->
      That dogged | the migh|ty ar|my of | the Dau||phin?
 
MESSENGER
            ,         ,          ,          ,        ,
      They are | returned | my lord,| and give | it out,
            ,         ,           ,    ,                ,
      That he | is marched | to Bour|deaux with | his power,
           ,           ,        ,         ,         ,
      To fight | with Tal|bot: as | he marched | along,
           ,       ,       ,        ,
      By your | espi|als were | discov|ered
      <-  ,       ,          ,            ,         ,        ,
         Two || mighti|er troops | than that | the Dau|phin led,
               ,           ,          ,            ,        2      ,
      Which joined | with him | and made | their march | for Bourdeaux.
 
YORK
           ,        ,         ,        ,     ,
      A plague | upon | that vil|lain Som|erset,
             ,        ,         ,     ,       ,
10    That thus | delays | my prom|ised | supply
           ,          ,          ,       ,           ,
      Of horse|men, that | were lev|ied for | this siege.
          ,      ,        ,        ,        ,
      Renown|ed Tal|bot doth | expect | my aid,
          ,       ,       ,       ,       ,       2->
      And I | am low|ted by | a trai|tor vil||lain
           ,        ,         ,      ,      ,
      And can|not help | the no|ble che|valier:
       ,   ,                  ,       ,     ,
      God com/fort him | in this | neces|sity:
          ,       ,        ,         ,          ,
      If he | miscar|ry, fare|well wars | in France.
 
[Enter another MESSENGER]
 
MESSENGER
              ,       ,       ,        ,           ,
      Thou prince|ly lea|der of | our En|glish strength,
       ,           ,       ,         ,           ,
      Never | so need|ful on | the earth | of France,
        ,    2       ,        ,        ,       ,
      Spur to the | rescue | of the | noble | Talbot,
           ,         ,        ,        ,          ,
20    Who now | is gird|led with | a waist | of iron
             ,        ,           ,         ,        o
      And hemmed | about | with grim | destruc|tion:
       .   T   T    T    T    T    .   T          ,
      To Bourdeaux war|like duke, to Bour|deaux^York,
             ,        ,          ,          ,          ,     2->
      Else fare|well Tal|bot, France,| and En|gland's hon||or.
 
YORK
         ,          ,     ,               ,     ,
      O God,| that Som|erset | who in / proud heart
             ,        ,          ,        ,          ,
      Doth stop | my cor|nets, were | in Tal|bot's place,
            ,          ,       ,    2   ,      ,
      So should | we save | a val|iant gen|tleman
          ,       ,        ,   ,      2     ,
      By for|feiting | a trai|tor, and a | coward.
           ,          ,        ,      ,          ,
      Mad^ire | and wrath|ful fu|ry makes | me weep,
             ,        ,               ,    ,         ,
      That thus | we die,| while re/miss trai|tors sleep.
 
MESSENGER
          ,          ,       ,              ,      ,
30    O send | some suc|cor to | the dis/tressed lord.
 
YORK
           ,         ,        ,         ,         ,
      He dies,| we lose;| I break | my war|like word:
           ,               ,          ,          ,      ,
      We mourn,| France^smiles;| we lose,| they da|ily get,
         2   ,                ,    ,       ,     ,
      All along | of this / vile trai|tor Som|erset.
 
MESSENGER
            ,          ,            ,    ,          ,
      Then God | take mer|cy on / brave Tal|bot's^soul;
       ,    2       T    T     T          ,            ,
      And on his | son young John, | who two | hours^since
         ,        ,            2       ,   ,     ,
      I met | in tra|vel toward his / warlike | father;
             x       ,              ,       ,         ,
      This seven | years did | not Tal|bot see | his son,
           ,           ,            ,            ,           ,
      And now | they meet | where both | their lives | are done.
 
YORK
         ,         ,           ,      ,        ,
      Alas,| what joy | shall no|ble Tal|bot have
          ,          ,      ,   ,                  ,
40    To bid | his young | son wel/come to | his grave:
         ,      ,       ,        ,           ,
      Away,| vexa|tion al|most stops | my breath,
            ,           ,        ,              ,         ,
      That sun|dered friends | greet in | the hour | of death.
       ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      Lucy | farewell;| no more | my for|tune can,
            ,           ,        ,       ,         ,
      But curse | the cause | I can|not aid | the man.
        T      T      T    3   3      ,          ,       ,
      Maine, Blois, Poic|tiers, and Tours,| are won | away,
            ,        ,     ,         ,       ,
      Long all | of Som|erset | and his | delay.
 
[Exit, with his soldiers]
 
MESSENGER
        ,               ,        ,      ,
      Thus while | the vul|ture of | sedi|tion
      <-  ,       ,        ,           ,      ,        ,
        Feeds || in the | bosom | of such | great com|manders,
        ,            ,         ,        ,         ,
      Sleeping | neglec|tion doth | betray | to loss
           ,    ,               ,       ,   ,
50    The con|quest of | our scarce | cold con/queror,
            ,     ,       ,        ,    ,
      That ev|er liv|ing man | of mem|ory,
       ,            ,              ,         ,        ,
      Henry | the Fifth:| whiles^they | each o|ther cross,
        T      Tx      T          ,     ,           ,
      Lives, honors, lands | and all | hurry | to loss.
 
[Exit]

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