_Bed._ Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:   ·acb090· Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen And will be partner of your weal or woe.   [acb092] _Bur._ Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you. _Bed._ Not to be gone from hence; for once I read That stout Pendragon in his litter sick   ·acb095· Came to the field and vanquished his foes: Methinks I should revive the soldiers’ hearts, Because I ever found them as myself. _Tal._ Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!   [acb099] Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!   ·acb100· And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, But gather we our forces out of hand And set upon our boasting enemy.   [acb103] [_Exeunt all but Bedford and Attendants._ _An alarum: excursions. Enter_ SIR JOHN FASTOLFE _and a_ Captain. _Cap._ Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?   [acb104] _Fast._ Whither away! to save myself by flight:   ·acb105· We are like to have the overthrow again. _Cap._ What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot? _Fast._ Ay,   [acb107] All the Talbots in the world, to save my life. [_Exit_ _Cap._ Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! [_Exit._ _Retreat: excursions._ LA PUCELLE, ALENÇON _and_ CHARLES _fly_. _Bed._ Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,   ·acb110· 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. Re-enter_ TALBOT, BURGUNDY, _and the rest_. _Tal._ Lost, and recover’d in a day again!   [acb115] This is a double honour, Burgundy: Yet heavens have glory for this victory!   [acb117] _Bur._ Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy   [acb118] Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects Thy noble deeds as valour’s monuments.   ·acb120· _Tal._ 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?   [acb123] What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief That such a valiant company are fled.   ·acb125· 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.   [acb129] _Bur._ What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.   ·acb130· _Tal._ But yet, before we go, let’s not forget The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased, But see his exequies fulfill’d in Rouen: A braver soldier never couched lance, A gentler heart did never sway in court;   ·acb135· But kings and mightiest potentates must die, For that’s the end of human misery. [_Exeunt._ SCENE III. _The plains near Rouen_. _Enter_ CHARLES, _the_ BASTARD _of Orleans,_ ALENÇON, LA PUCELLE, _and forces_.