He winds a horn. Drums heard; then a peal of ord nance. The gates being forced, enter Soldiers. How say you, madam? are you now persuaded, These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength, Count. Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse: I did not entertain thee as thou art. Tal. Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake The outward composition of his body. What you have done hath not offended me. No other satisfaction do I crave, But only (with your patience) that we may Count. With all my heart; and think me honored To feast so great a warrior in my house. [Exeunt. 1 Reported. |