| ACT IV SCENE IV | Other plains in Gascony. | |
| | Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain ofTALBOT'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 | 5 |
| | Be buckled with: the over-daring 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. | 10 |
| Captain | Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me | |
| | Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid. | |
| | Enter Sir William LUCY | |
| SOMERSET | How now, Sir William! whither were you sent? | |
| LUCY | Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot; | |
| | Who, ring'd about with bold adversity, | 15 |
| | 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, | 20 |
| | 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 succors that should lend him aid, | |
| | While he, renowned noble gentleman, | 25 |
| | Yields up his life unto a world of odds: | |
| | Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy, | |
| | Alencon, Reignier, compass him about, | |
| | And Talbot perisheth by your default. | |
| SOMERSET | York set him on; York should have sent him aid. | 30 |
| LUCY | 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. | |
| LUCY | The fraud of England, not the force of France, | |
| | Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: | |
| | Never to England shall he bear his life; | |
| | But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife. | 40 |
| 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. | 45 |
| SOMERSET | If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu! | |
| LUCY | His fame lives in the world, his shame in you. | |
| | Exeunt | |