Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Yorke. But curse the cause I cannot ayde the man.
Yorke. Maine, Bloys, Poytiers, and Toures, are wonne away,
Yorke. Long all of Somerset, and his delay.
Yorke. Exit
Mes. Mes.
Mes. Thus while the Vulture of sedition,
Mes. Feedes in the bosome of such great Commanders,
Mes. Sleeping neglection doth betray to losse:
Mes. The Conquest of our scarse‑cold Conqueror,
Mes. That euer‑liuing man of Memorie,
Mes. Henrie the fift: Whiles they each other crosse,
Mes. Liues, Honours, Lands, and all, hurrie to losse.
Mes. [Act 4, Scene 4]
Mes. Enter Somerset with his Armie.
Som. Som.
Som. It is too late, I cannot send them now:
Som. This expedition was by Yorke and Talbot,
Som. Too rashly plotted. All our generall force,
Som. Might with a sally of the very Towne
Som. Be buckled with: the ouer‑daring Talbot