[♦] Char. Let’s leave this town; for they are hare-brain’d slaves,
[♦] And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
40 The walls they’ll tear down than forsake the siege.
[♦] Reig. I think, by some odd gimmors or device
Their arms are set like clocks, still to strike on;
Else ne’er could they hold out so as they do.
By my consent, we’ll even let them alone.
45 Alen. Be it so.
Enter the BASTARD of Orleans.