Bed. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read
95 That stout Pendragon in his litter sick
Came to the field and vanquished his foes:
Methinks I should revive the soldiers’ hearts,
Because I ever found them as myself.
[♦] Tal. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
100 Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!
And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
But gather we our forces out of hand
[♦] And set upon our boasting enemy. [Exeunt all but Bedford and Attendants.