Page 210 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

[The English, having scaled the walls,] cry, ‘Saint George!’, ‘A Talbot!’.

SENT INELS

Arm, arm! The enemy doth make assault!

[Alarum.]

The French [Sentinels] leap o’er the walls in their shirts [and exeunt.
The English exeunt aloft]. Enter several ways [below] Bastard, Alençon,

Reignier, half ready and half unready.

ALENÇON

How now, my lords? What, all unready so?

BAST ARD

Unready? Ay, and glad we ’scaped so well. [40]

REIGNIER

’Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.

ALENÇON

Of all exploits since first I followed arms,
Ne’er heard I of a warlike enterprise
More venturous or desperate than this. [45]

BAST ARD

I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.

REIGNIER

If not of hell, the heavens sure favour him.

ALENÇON

Here cometh Charles; I marvel how he sped.

Enter Charles and Joan [la Pucelle].

BAST ARD

[aside]
Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.