Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
Alen. They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
10 Either they must be dieted like mules
[♦] And have their provender tied to their mouths
Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
[♦] Reig. Let’s raise the siege: why live we idly here?
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
15Remaineth none but mad-brain’d Salisbury;
And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
Nor men nor money hath he to make war.