[♦] Bed. The day begins to break, and night is fled,
Whose pitchy mantle over-veil’d the earth.
[♦] Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. [Retreat sounded.
Tal. Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
5 And here advance it in the market-place,
[♦] The middle centre of this cursed town.
Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
For every drop of blood was drawn from him
There hath at least five Frenchmen died to-night.
10 And that hereafter ages may behold