An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion.
[♦] Tal. France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
[40] That hardly we escaped the pride of France. [Exit.
An alarum: excursions. BEDFORD, brought in sick in a chair. Enter TALBOT and BURGUNDY without: within LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENÇON, and REIGNIER, on the walls.
[♦] Puc. Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?
[♦] I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
Before he’ll buy again at such a rate: