twit with cowardice a man half dead? Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker? Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field? Belike your lordship takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours or no. I speak not to that railing Hecate, But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest; Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? Signior, no. Signior, hang! base muleters of France! Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. Away, captains! let's get us from the walls; For Talbot means no goodness by his looks. God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you That we are here. And there will we be too, ere it be long, Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France, Either to get the town again or die: And I, as sure as English Henry lives And as his father here was conqueror, As sure as in this late-betrayed town Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried, So sure I swear to get the town or die. My vows are equal partners with thy vows. But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord, We will bestow you in some better place, Fitter for sickness and for crazy age. Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen And will be partner of your weal or woe. Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you. Not to be gone from hence; for once I read That stout Pendragon in his litter sick Came to the field and vanquished his foes: Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts, Because I ever found them as myself. Undaunted spirit in a dying breast! Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe! And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, But gather we our forces out of hand And set upon our boasting enemy. Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste? Whither away! to save myself by flight: We are like to have the overthrow again. What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot? Ay, All the Talbots in the world, to save my life! Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!