JOHN TALBOT (barring his way). No, no! You shan't go forth!
FENTON. God's mercy, no!
HUGH TALBOT. Are you stark crazed?
FENTON. You shall stay with us.
JOHN TALBOT. What's your pledged word to men that know not honor?
HUGH TALBOT. My word. Unbar the door, Jack. Why, lad, we're traveling the same road.
FENTON. God! But we'll give them a good fight at the last. (Goes to the shot-window.) Take up your musket, Kit.
NEWCOMBB. But I—Captain! When you are gone, I—I—
HUGH TALBOT. I'll not be far. You'll hold the bridge?
JOHN TALBOT. Aye, sir.