François. Give me my week of wonders though I die a dog’s death at the end of it. I will show France and her what lay in the heart of a poor rhymester.
King. Spoken like a man! But remember, a bargain’s a bargain. If you fail to win the lady you must keep yourself for the gallows. I give you the moon, but I want my price for it.
[Enter Oliver.]
Oliver. Sire, the Burgundian herald attends under a flag of truce with a message for your majesty.
King. We will receive him here, Oliver. We need air when we hold speech with Burgundy. [Exit Oliver.]
King. Listen well to this man’s words, my Lord Constable.
[Enter Messenger.]
King. Your message, sir?
Herald. In the name of the Duke of Burgundy and of his allies and brothers-in-arms assembled outside the walls of Paris, I hereby summon you, Louis of France, to surrender this city unconditionally and to yield yourself in confidence to my master’s mercy.
King. And if we refuse, Sir Herald?