llant lad your brother was. And I'm thinking you're
like him, Kit. Else I shouldn't be trusting you here at Cashala.
NEWCOMBE. I--I--Will they let us keep our swords?
HUGH TALBOT. Well, it's with yourselves it lies, whether you'll
keep them or not.
FENTON. He means--we mean--on what terms, sir, do we surrender?
HUGH TALBOT. Surrender? Terms?
JOHN TALBOT. We thought, sir, from your coming under their white
flag--perhaps you had made terms for us.
HUGH TALBOT. How could I make terms?
NEWCOMBE. Captain!
(_At a look from_ HUGH TALBOT _he becomes silent, fighting for
self-control._)
HUGH TALBOT. How could I make terms that you would hear to?
Cashala Bridge is the gate of Connaught.
JOHN TALBOT. Yes.
HUGH TALBOT. Give Cromwell Cashala Bridge, and he'll be on the
heels of our women and our little ones. At what price would ye be
selling their safety?
DRISCOLL. Cromwell--when he takes us--when he takes us--
NEWCOMBE. He'll knock us on the head!
HUGH TALBOT. Yes. At the last. Your five lives against our
people's safety. You'd not give up the bridge?
JOHN TALBOT. Five? Our five? But you--you are the sixth.
FENTON. You stay with us, Captain. And then we'll fight--you'll
see how we shall fight.
HUGH TALBOT. I shall be seeing you fight, perhaps, but I cannot
stay now at Cashala.
(_Rises._)
DRISCOLL. Ye won't be staying with us?
BUTLER (_laughing harshly_). Now, on my soul! Is this your faith,
Hugh Talbot? One liar I've followed, Charles Stuart, the son of a
liar, and now a second liar--
JOHN TALBOT (_catching BUTLER'S throat_). A plague choke you!
HUGH TALBOT (_stepping between_ JOHN TALBOT _and_ BUTLER). Ha' done,
Jack! Ha' done! What more, Myles Butler?
BUTLER. Tell us whither you go, when you turn your back on us
that shall die at Cashala--you that come walking under the rebel
flag--that swore to bring us aid--and have not brought it! Tell
us whither you go now!
HUGH TALBOT. Well, I'm a shade doubtful, Myles, my lad, though
hopeful of the best.
BUTLER. 'Tis to Cromwell you go--you that have made your peace
with him--that have sold us--
DRISCOLL. Captain! A' God's name, what is it that you're meaning?
HUGH TALBOT. I mean that you shall hold the Bridge of
Cashala--whatever happen to you--whatever happen to me--
FENTON. To you? Captain Talbot!
HUGH TALBOT. I am going unto Cromwell--as you said, Myles. I gave
my promise.
DRISCOLL. Your promise?
JOHN TALBOT. We
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