Glou. It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
King. Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
And give him chastisement for this abuse.
[70] How say you, my lord? are you not content?
[♦] Tal. Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
I should have begg’d I might have been employ’d.
King. Then gather strength, and march unto him straight:
Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
75 And what offence it is to flout his friends.
Tal. I go, my lord, in heart desiring still