[♦] Sent. Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault! [Cry: ‘St George,’ ‘A Talbot.’
The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the BASTARD of Orleans, ALENÇON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready.
[♦] Alen. How now, my lords! what, all unready so?
[40] Bast. Unready! ay, and glad we ’scaped so well.
Reig. ’Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
Alen. Of all exploits since first I follow’d arms,
Ne’er heard I of a warlike enterprise
45 More venturous or desperate than this.
[♦] Bast. I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.