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town and] fly.

BEDFORD

Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please, [110]
For I have seen our enemies’ overthrow.
What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
They that of late were daring with their scoffs
Are glad, and fain by flight to save themselves.

Bedford dies, and is carried in by two in his chair.

An alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the rest.

T ALBOT

Lost, and recovered in a day again! [115]
This is a double honour, Burgundy;
Yet heavens have glory for this victory.

BURGUNDY

Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Enshrines thee in his heart, and there erects
Thy noble deeds as valour’s monuments. [120]

T ALBOT

Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?
I think her old familiar is asleep.
Now where’s the Bastard’s braves and Charles his gleeks?
What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief
That such a valiant company are fled. [125]
Now will we take some order in the town,
Placing therein some expert officers,
And then depart to Paris to the king,
For there young Henry with his nobles lie.

BURGUNDY

What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy. [130]

T ALBOT

But yet, before we go, let’s not forget
The noble Duke of Bedford, late-deceased,
But see his exequies fulfilled in Rouen.