Page 194 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so, [110]
Let me thy servant and not sovereign be;
’Tis the French dauphin sueth to thee thus.
PUCELLE
I must not yield to any rites of love
For my profession’s sacred from above;
When I have chasèd all thy foes from hence, [115]
Then will I think upon a recompense.
CHARLES
Mean time look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
REIGNIER
[to Alençon]
My lord methinks is very long in talk.
ALENÇON
Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
Else ne’er could he so long protract his speech. [120]
REIGNIER
Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
ALENÇON
He may mean more than we poor men do know;
These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
REIGNIER
[to Charles]
My lord, where are you? What devise you on?
Shall we give over Orléans, or no? [125]
PUCELLE
Why no, I say. Distrustful recreants,
Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
CHARLES
What she says, I’ll confirm: we’ll fight it out.
