Glou. We will not fly, but to our enemies’ throats.
Bedford, if thou be slack, I’ll fight it out.
100 Bed. Gloucester, why doubt’st thou of my forwardness?
An army have I muster’d in my thoughts,
Wherewith already France is overrun.
Enter another Messenger.
[♦] Mess. My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
Wherewith you now bedew King Henry’s hearse,
105I must inform you of a dismal fight
Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.