His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
[♦]A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
And rush’d into the bowels of the battle.
130Here had the conquest fully been seal’d up,
[♦]If Sir John Fastolfe had not play’d the coward:
[♦]He, being in the vaward, placed behind
With purpose to relieve and follow them,
Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
135Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
Enclosed were they with their enemies: