BEDFORD.
Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.
TALBOT.
Not all together. Better far, I guess,
That we do make our entrance several ways,
That if it chance the one of us do fail,
The other yet may rise against their force.
BEDFORD.
Agreed. I’ll to yond corner.
BURGUNDY.
And I to this.
TALBOT.
And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
Of English Henry, shall this night appear
How much in duty I am bound to both.
SENTINEL.
Arm! Arm! The enemy doth make assault!
[Cry: “St George,” “A Talbot!”]
The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter several ways the Bastard of Orleans, Alençon and Reignier, half ready and half unready.
ALENÇON.
How now, my lords? What, all unready so?
BASTARD.
Unready! Ay, and glad we ’scap’d so well.