What say you? will you yield, and this avoid?
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy’d?
Gov. Our expectation hath this day an end:
The Dauphin, whom of succour we entreated,[9]
Returns us—that his powers are not yet ready
To raise so great a siege. Therefore, dread king,
We yield our town and lives to thy soft mercy.
Enter our town; dispose of us and ours;
For we no longer are defensible.
Soldiers shout.