Char. Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
[♦] Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
20 Him I forgive my death that killeth me
[♦] When he sees me go back one foot or fly. [Exeunt.
Here Alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENÇON, and REIGNIER.
Char. Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne’er have fled,
But that they left me ’midst my enemies.
25 Reig. Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
He fighteth as one weary of his life.