FASTOLF.
Whither away? To save myself by flight.
We are like to have the overthrow again.
CAPTAIN.
What! Will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
FASTOLF.
Ay,
All the Talbots in the world, to save my life.
[Exit.]
CAPTAIN.
Cowardly knight, ill fortune follow thee!
[Exit.]
Retreat. Excursions. La Pucelle, Alençon and Charles fly.
BEDFORD.
Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
For I have seen our enemies’ overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
They that of late were daring with their scoffs
Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
[Bedford dies, and is carried in by two in his chair.]
An alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgundy and the rest.