Page 247 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

Was not the Duke of Orléans thy foe? Exeunt.
And was he not in England prisoner? [70]
But when they heard he was thine enemy
They set him free without his ransom paid,
In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
See then, thou fight’st against thy countrymen,
And join’st with them will be thy slaughtermen. [75]
Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord!
Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.

BURGUNDY

[aside]
I am vanquished: these haughty words of hers
Have battered me like roaring cannon-shot
And made me almost yield upon my knees. - [80]
Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen!
And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace.
My forces and my power of men are yours.
So farewell, Talbot; I’ll no longer trust thee.

PUCELLE

[aside]
Done like a Frenchman: turn and turn again. [85]

CHARLES

Welcome, brave duke, thy friendship makes us fresh.

BAST ARD

And doth beget new courage in our breasts.

ALENÇON

Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this,
And doth deserve a coronet of gold.

CHARLES

Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers, [90]
And seek how we may prejudice the foe.

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