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Act 4, Scene 2
Henry VI, Part 1 Translation Act 4, Scene 3
Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers
YORK
Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
YORK
Have the lively guards that followed the powerful army of the Dauphin not returned yet?
MESSENGER
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, By your espials were discovered Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led, Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.
MESSENGER
They have returned, my lord and report that he is heading to Bourdeaux with his army, to fight Talbot. As he marched on, our spies discovered two bigger armies than the one that the Dauphin is in charge of, which joined him and continued with him to Bourdeaux.
YORK
A plague upon that villain Somerset, That thus delays my promised supply Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege! Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid, And I am lowted by a traitor villain And cannot help the noble chevalier: God comfort him in this necessity! If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
YORK
Curse that villain Somerset who delays my promised supply of horsemen, who are required for this attack! The famous Talbot expects my help, and I am mocked by a treasonous villain and can't help the noble knight. I hope God will be his comfort when he needs it! If he is harmed, we can say goodbye to our victory in France.
Enter Sir William LUCY
LUCY
Thou princely leader of our English strength, 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 And hemm'd about with grim destruction: To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
LUCY
You princely leader of our English armies, you have never been this needed in France! You should hurry to save the noble Talbot, since he is now shackled and imprisoned and surrounded by promises of horrible death. Go to Bourdeaux, you duke warrior! York, go to Bourdeaux! Or otherwise, we can say goodbye to Talbot and to England's honor.
YORK
O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place! 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.
YORK
Oh God, if only Somerset, whose pride stopped him from delivering my horsemen, was in Talbot's place! Then we would save a noble gentlemen and instead lose a traitor and a coward. Mad anger and incredible fury makes me cry because we will die like this, while careless traitors sleep.
LUCY
O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!
LUCY
Oh, send some help to the worried lord!
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.
YORK
If he dies, we lose, I break the word of a soldier, we grieve, France smiles, we lose, they win....All because of this evil traitor Somerset!
LUCY
Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul; And on his son young John, who two hours since I met in travel toward his warlike father! This seven years did not Talbot see his son; And now they meet where both their lives are done.
LUCY
Then, let God take pity on the soul of brave Talbot and also on his young son John, who I met two hours ago as he was traveling to see his father. Talbot hasn't seen his son for seven years and now when they finally meet both of their lives are nearly over.
YORK
Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have To bid his young son welcome to his grave? Away! vexation almost stops my breath, That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death. Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can, But curse the cause I cannot aid the man. Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, 'Long all of Somerset and his delay.
YORK
Ah, well! What joy will noble Talbot have to share with his young son when he's about to die? Let's go! Agony almost stops me from breathing, thinking about separated relatives that meet in the hour of their death. Goodbye, Lucy. I can't do much but curse the reason I can't help the man. Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours have been conquered all because of Somerset and his inaction.
Exit, with his soldiers
LUCY
Thus, while the vulture of sedition Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror, That ever living man of memory, Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross, Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss.
LUCY
And so, while the vulture of rebellion eats out the hearts of these great commanders, lazy neglect dishonors the conquests of our recently dead king, a man who will live forever in our memory—Henry the Fifth. While the lords argue with each other, his life, honors, and lands all hurry to their ends.
Exit
