HUGH TALBOT. An you surrender Cashala, we may all six pass free.
An you hold Cashala, they will hang me, here before your eyes.
(DRISCOLL _gives a rattling cry._)
BUTLER. God forgive me!
HUGH TALBOT. You have your orders. Hold the bridge!
(_Turns to door._)
JOHN TALBOT (_barring his way_). No, no! You shan't go forth!
FENTON. God's mercy, no!
HUGH TALBOT. Are you stark crazed?
FENTON. You shall stay with us.
JOHN TALBOT. What's your pledged word to men that know not honor?
HUGH TALBOT. My word. Unbar the door, Jack. Why, lad, we're
traveling the same road.
FENTON. God! But we'll give them a good fight at the last. (_Goes
to the shot-window._) Take up your musket, Kit.