And cannot help the noble chevalier : Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY." Lucy. Thou princely leader of our English ftrength, Never fo needful on the earth of France, To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! nour. YORK. O God! that Somerfet-who in proud heart Doth ftop my cornets were in Talbot's place! So fhould we fave a valiant gentleman, By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. Mad ire, and wrathful fury, makes me weep, lord! YORK. He dies, we lofe; I break my warlike word: We mourn, France fmiles; we lofe, they daily get; All long of this vile traitor Somerfet. 6 Enter Sir William Lucy.] In the old copy we have only Enter a Meffenger. But it appears from the fubfequent scene that the meffenger was Sir William Lucy. MALONE. 7 girdled with a waift of iron,] So, in King John: about. STEEVENS. Lucy. Then, God take mercy on brave Talbot's foul! And on his fon young John; whom, two hours fince, I met in travel toward his warlike father! This feven years did not Talbot fee his fon; And now they meet where both their lives are 8done. 8 YORK. Alas! what joy fhall noble Talbot have, To bid his young fon welcome to his grave? Away! vexation almoft ftops my breath, That funder'd friends greet in the hour of death. Lucy, farewell: no more my fortune can,' But curfe the cause I cannot aid the man. Maine, Blois, Poitiers, and Tours, are won away, 'Long all of Somerset, and his delay. [Exit. of fedition LUCY. Thus while the vulture Henry the fifth-Whiles they each other crofs, [ Exit. are done. ] i. e. expended, confumed. The word is yet used in this fenfe in the Western counties. MALONE. the vulture] Alluding to the tale of Prometheus. JOHNSON. SCENE IV. Other Plains of Gascony. Enter SOMERSET, with his Forces; an Officer of TALBOT'S with him. SOM. It is too late; I cannot fend them now; This expedition was by York, and Talbot, Too rafhly plotted; all our general force Might with a fally of the very town Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot Hath fullied all his glofs of former honour, By this unheedful, defperate, wild adventure: York fet him on to fight, and die in fhame, That. Talbot dead, great York might bear the name. OFF. Here is fir William Lucy, who with me Set from our o'er-match'd forces forth for aid. Enter Sir WILLIAM LUCY. SOм. Now now, fir William? whither were you fent? LUCY. Whither, my lord? from bought and fold lord Talbot;2 3 Who, ring'd about with bold adverfity, the 9 all his glofs of former honour, ] Our author very frequently employs this phrafe. So, in Much Ado about Nothing: new glofs of your marriage. It occurs alfo in Love's Labour's Loft, and in Macbeth, &c. 2 STEEVENS. - from bought and fold lord Talbot; ] i. e. from one utterly ruin'd by the treacherous practices of others. So, in King Richard III: Jocky of Norfolk, be not too bold, "For Dickon thy mafter is bought and fold." The expreffion appears to have been proverbial. See Vol. XI. P. 457, n. 4. 3 MALONE. ring'd about. Environed, encircled. JOHNSON. So, in A Midfummer Night's Dream: Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. STEEVENS. Cries out for noble York and Somerset, 5 To beat affailing death from his weak legions.4 SOM. York fet him on, York fhould have fent him aid. Lucy. And York as faft upon your grace exclaims; Swearing, that you withhold his levied hoft, 4 his weak legions.] Old copy - regions. Corrected by Mr. Rowe. MALONE. 5 in advantage ling'ring,] Protracing his refiftance by the advantage of a strong poft. JOHNSON. Or, perhaps, endeavouring by every means that he can, with advantage to himfelf, to linger out the adion, &c. MALONE. 6 worthless emulation.] In this line emulation fignifies merely rivalry, not ftruggle for fuperior excellence. JOHNSON. So Ulyffes, in Troilus and Creffida, fays that the Grecian chiefs 7 Yields grown to an envious fever STEEVENS. "Of pale and bloodlefs emulation. M. MASON. ] Thus the fecond folio: the firft—yield. and Burgundy,] And, which is neceffary to the metre, is wanting in the firft folio, but is fupplied by the second. 8 STEEVENS. SOM. York lies; he might have fent, and had the horse: I owe him little duty, and lefs love; And take foul fcorn, to fawn on him by fending. Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: But dies, betray'd to fortune by your ftrife. Within fix hours they will be at his aid. LUCY. Too late comes refcue; he is ta'en, or flain : For fly he could not, if he would have fled; And fly would Talbot never, though he might. SOм. If he be dead, brave Talbot then adieu! Lucy. His fame lives in the world, his fhame in [Exeunt. you. SCENE V. The English Camp near Bourdeaux. TAL. O young John Talbot! I did fend for thee, To tutor thee in ftratagems of war; That Talbot's name might be in thee reviv'd, |