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Whose glory fills the world with loud report.

BURGUNDY

Is it even so? Nay, then I see our wars
Will turn into a peaceful comic sport, [45]
When ladies crave to be encountered with.
You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.

T ALBOT

Ne’er trust me then; for when a world of men
Could not prevail with all their oratory,
Yet hath a woman’s kindness overruled. - [50]
[To Messenger]
And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
And in submission will attend on her -
Will not your honours bear me company?

BEDFORD

No, truly, ’tis more than manners will;
And I have heard it said unbidden guests [55]
Are often welcomest when they are gone.

T ALBOT

Well then, alone, since there’s no remedy,
I mean to prove this lady’s courtesy.
Come hither, captain. Whispers. You perceive my mind?

CAPT AIN

I do, my lord, and mean accordingly. [60]

Exeunt.

Scene III IT

Enter [the] Countess [of Auvergne and her Porter].

COUNT ESS

Porter, remember what I gave in charge,
And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.