[♦]A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin’s grace,
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
[♦]Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
140Durst not presume to look once in the face.
[♦] Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
For living idly here in pomp and ease,
Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto his dastard foemen is betray’d.
145 Mess. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford: