75 And now there rests no other shift but this;
[♦] To gather our soldiers, scatter’d and dispersed,
[♦] And lay new platforms to endamage them.
Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying ‘A Talbot! a Talbot!’ They fly, leaving their clothes behind.
[♦] Sold. I’ll be so bold to take what they have left.
The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
80 For I have loaden me with many spoils,
Using no other weapon but his name. [Exit.
abb SCENE II. Orleans. Within the town.
Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others.