DRISCOLL. The blind eyes of ye! Yonder!
(Comes to the salute, even as, a few moments before, he has saluted HUGH TALBOT, living.
NEWCOMBE gives a smothered cry, as one who half sees, and takes courage. FENTON dazedly starts to salute. Outside a bugle sounds, and a voice, almost at the door, is heard to speak.)
VOICE OUTSIDE. For the last time: will you surrender you?
JOHN TALBOT (in a loud and confident voice). No! Not while our commander stands with us!
VOICE OUTSIDE. And who might your commander be?
JOHN TALBOT. Hugh Talbot, the Captain of the Gate! The light here, Phelimy.
(JOHN TALBOT bends to set the candle to the powder that shall destroy Cashala Gatehouse, and all within it. His mates are gathered round him, with steady, bright faces, for in the little space left vacant in their midst they know in that minute that HUGH TALBOT stands.)