Where is my strength, my valor, and my force?

1.5.2592Our English troops retire; I cannot stay them.

1.5.3593A woman clad in armor chaseth them.

1.5.5595Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee.

1.5.6596Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee.

1.5.7597Blood will I draw on thee; thou art a witch,

1.5.8598And straight'way give thy soul to him thou serv'st.

Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace 600thee.

Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?

1.5.11602My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage

1.5.12603And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder

1.5.13604But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.

Talbot, farewell. Thy hour is not yet come.

1.5.15607I must go victual Orléans forthwith.

1.5.16610O'ertake me if thou canst. I scorn thy strength.

1.5.17611Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starvèd men.

1.5.18612Help Salisbury to make his testament.

1.5.19613This day is ours, as many more shall be.

My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter's wheel.

1.5.21615I know not where I am nor what I do.

1.5.22616A witch by fear, not force, like Hannibal

1.5.23617Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists.

1.5.24618So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench

1.5.25619Are from their hives and houses driven away.

1.5.26620They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs;

1.5.27621Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.

1.5.28623Hark countrymen, either renew the fight

1.5.29624Or tear the lions out of England's coat.

1.5.30625Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:

1.5.31626Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,

1.5.32627Or horse or oxen from the lèopard,

1.5.33628As you fly from your oft-subduèd slaves.

1.5.34630It will not be, retire into your trenches.

1.5.35631You all consented unto Salisbury's death,

1.5.36632For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.

1.5.37633Pucelle is entered into Orléans,

1.5.38634In spite of us, or aught that we could do.

1.5.39635O would I were to die with Salisbury.

1.5.40636The shame hereof will make me hide my head.