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. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest.
[115] Tal. Lost, and recover’d in a day again!
This is a double honour, Burgundy:
[♦] Yet heavens have glory for this victory!
[♦] Bur. Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects