_Tal._ France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,   [acb036] If Talbot but survive thy treachery. Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, That hardly we escaped the pride of France. [_Exit._   [acb040] _An alarum: excursions._ BEDFORD, _brought in sick in a chair. Enter_ TALBOT _and_ BURGUNDY _without: within_ LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD, ALENÇON, _and_ REIGNIER, _on the walls_. _Puc._ Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?   [acb041] I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast   [acb042] Before he’ll buy again at such a rate: ’Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste? _Bur._ Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!   ·acb045· I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. _Char._ Your grace may starve perhaps before that time. _Bed._ O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason! _Puc._ What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,   [acb050] And run a tilt at death within a chair? _Tal._ Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,   [acb052] Encompass’d with thy lustful paramours! Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age, And twit with cowardice a man half dead?   ·acb055· Damsel, I’ll have a bout with you again, Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.   [acb057] _Puc._ Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;   [acb058] If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.   [acb059] [_The English whisper together in council._ God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?   [acb060] _Tal._ Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field? _Puc._ Belike your lordship takes us then for fools, To try if that our own be ours or no. _Tal._ I speak not to that railing Hecate, But unto thee, Alençon, and the rest;   ·acb065· Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? _Alen._ Signior, no. _Tal._ Signior, hang! base muleters of France!   [acb068] Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.   ·acb070· _Puc._ Away, captains! let’s get us from the walls;   [acb071] For Talbot means no goodness by his looks. God be wi’ you, my lord! we came but to tell you   [acb073] That we are here. [_Exeunt from the walls._ _Tal._ And there will we be too, ere it be long,   ·acb075· 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   ·acb080· And as his father here was conqueror, As sure as in this late-betrayed town Great Cœur-de-lion’s heart was buried, So sure I swear to get the town or die. _Bur._ My vows are equal partners with thy vows.   ·acb085· _Tal._ 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.