Puc. I think this upstart is old Talbot’s ghost,
[♦] He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
[♦] For God’s sake, let him have ’em; to keep them here,
90 They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
Char. Go, take their bodies hence.
[♦] Lucy. I’ll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear’d
A phœnix that shall make all France afeard.
[♦] Char. So we be rid of them, do with ’em what thou wilt.
95 And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
[♦] All will be ours, now bloody Talbot’s slain. [Exeunt.