_Mess._ So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;   [aaa157] The English army is grown weak and faint: The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply, And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,   ·aaa160· Since they, so few, watch such a multitude. _Exe._ Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,   [aaa162] Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. _Bed._ I do remember it; and here take my leave,   [aaa165] To go about my preparation. [_Exit_.   [aaa166] _Glou._ I’ll to the Tower with all the haste I can, To view the artillery and munition;   [aaa168] And then I will proclaim young Henry king. [_Exit_.   [aaa169] _Exe._ To Eltham will I, where the young king is,   ·aaa170· Being ordain’d his special governor, And for his safety there I’ll best devise. [_Exit_. _Win._ Each hath his place and function to attend: I am left out; for me nothing remains. But long I will not be Jack out of office:   [aaa175] The king from Eltham I intend to steal   [aaa176] And sit at chiefest stern of public weal. [_Exeunt_.   [aaa177] SCENE II. _France. Before Orleans_. _Sound a Flourish. Enter_ CHARLES, ALENÇON, _and_ REIGNIER, _marching with Drum and Soldiers_. _Char._ Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens   [aab001] So in the earth, to this day is not known: Late did he shine upon the English side; Now we are victors; upon us he smiles. What towns of any moment but we have?   ·aab005· At pleasure here we lie near Orleans; Otherwhiles the famish’d English, like pale ghosts,   [aab007] Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. _Alen._ They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves: Either they must be dieted like mules   ·aab010· And have their provender tied to their mouths   [aab011] Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. _Reig._ Let’s raise the siege: why live we idly here?   [aab013] Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear: Remaineth none but mad-brain’d Salisbury;   ·aab015· And he may well in fretting spend his gall, Nor men nor money hath he to make war. _Char._ Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them. Now for the honour of the forlorn French!   [aab019] Him I forgive my death that killeth me   ·aab020· When he sees me go back one foot or fly. [_Exeunt_.   [aab021] _Here Alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter_ CHARLES, ALENÇON, _and_ REIGNIER. _Char._ Who ever saw the like? what men have I! Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne’er have fled, But that they left me ’midst my enemies. _Reig._ Salisbury is a desperate homicide;   ·aab025· He fighteth as one weary of his life. The other lords, like lions wanting food,   [aab027] Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.   [aab028]