_Tal._ The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner   [aad027] Call’d the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;   [aad028] For him was I exchanged and ransomed.   [aad029] But with a baser man of arms by far   ·aad030· Once in contempt they would have barter’d me: Which I disdaining scorn’d and craved death Rather than I would be so vile-esteem’d.   [aad033] In fine, redeem’d I was as I desired. But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,   [aad035] Whom with my bare fists I would execute, If I now had him brought into my power. _Sal._ Yet tell’st thou not how thou wert entertain’d. _Tal._ With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts. In open market-place produced they me,   ·aad040· To be a public spectacle to all: Here, said they, is the terror of the French, The scarecrow that affrights our children so.   [aad043] Then broke I from the officers that led me, And with my nails digg’d stones out of the ground,   ·aad045· To hurl at the beholders of my shame: My grisly countenance made others fly; None durst come near for fear of sudden death. In iron walls they deem’d me not secure; So great fear of my name ’mongst them was spread   [aad050] That they supposed I could rend bars of steel And spurn in pieces posts of adamant: Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had That walked about me every minute while;   [aad054] And if I did but stir out of my bed,   ·aad055· Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.   [aad056] _Enter the_ Boy _with a linstock_. _Sal._ I grieve to hear what torments you endured, But we will be revenged sufficiently. Now it is supper-time in Orleans: Here, through this grate, I count each one   [aad060] And view the Frenchmen how they fortify: Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee. Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale, Let me have your express opinions Where is best place to make our battery next.   [aad065] _Gar._ I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.   [aad066] _Glan._ And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. _Tal._ For aught I see, this city must be famish’d, Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.   [aad069] [_Here they shoot. Salisbury and Gargrave fall._ _Sal._ O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!   ·aad070· _Gar._ O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!