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.
REIGNIER.
’Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
ALENÇON.
Of all exploits since first I follow’d arms
Ne’er heard I of a warlike enterprise
More venturous or desperate than this.
BASTARD.
I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.