_Tal._ He fables not; I hear the enemy: Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. O, negligent and heedless discipline! How are we park’d and bounded in a pale,   ·adb045· A little herd of England’s timorous deer, Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs! If we be English deer, be then in blood; Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch, But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,   [adb050] Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: Sell every man his life as dear as mine,   [adb053] And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. God and Saint George, Talbot and England’s right,   ·adb055· Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!   [adb056] [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _Plains in Gascony_. _Enter a_ Messenger _that meets_ YORK. _Enter_ YORK _with trumpet and many_ Soldiers. _York._ Are not the speedy scouts return’d again,   [adc001] That dogg’d the mighty army of the Dauphin? _Mess_. They are return’d, my lord, and give it out That he is march’d to Bourdeaux with his power, To fight with Talbot: as he march’d along,   [adc005] By your espials were discovered Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led, Which join’d with him and made their march for Bourdeaux. _York._ A plague upon that villain Somerset, That thus delays my promised supply   ·adc010· Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!   [adc011] Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid, And I am lowted by a traitor villain   [adc013] And cannot help the noble chevalier: God comfort him in this necessity!   ·adc015· If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.   [adc016] _Enter_ Sir WILLIAM LUCY. _Lucy._ Thou princely leader of our English strength,   [adc017] Never so needful on the earth of France, Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot, Who now is girdled with a waist of iron   [adc020] And hemm’d about with grim destruction: To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England’s honour. _York._ O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot’s place!   ·adc025· So should we save a valiant gentleman By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep, That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. _Lucy._ O, send some succour to the distress’d lord!   [adc030] _York._ He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word; We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; All ’long of this vile traitor Somerset.   [adc033] _Lucy._ Then God take mercy on brave Talbot’s soul; And on his son young John, who two hours since   ·adc035· I met in travel toward his warlike father!   [adc036] This seven years did not Talbot see his son; And now they meet where both their lives are done.