BURGUNDY.
Is it even so? Nay, then I see our wars
Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
When ladies crave to be encounter’d with.
You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
TALBOT.
Ne’er trust me then; for when a world of men
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman’s kindness over-ruled.
And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
And in submission will attend on her.
Will not your honours bear me company?
BEDFORD.
No, truly, it is more than manners will;
And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
Are often welcomest when they are gone.
TALBOT.
Well then, alone, since there’s no remedy,
I mean to prove this lady’s courtesy.
Come hither, Captain. [Whispers.] You perceive my mind?
CAPTAIN.
I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. Auvergne. The Countess’s castle.
Enter the Countess and her Porter.
COUNTESS.
Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
PORTER.
Madam, I will.