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3.2.0.21422 Enter [Joan la] Pucelle disguised, with four [French] Soldiers with 1423sacks upon their backs.
These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
3.2.12.1 [They] knock.
Qui là.
Paysans, la pauvre gens de France:
Enter, go in, the market bell is rung.
Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the 1441ground.
3.2.17.1 Exeunt.
3.2.17.21442 Enter Charles [the Dauphin, the] Bastard [of Orléans, the Duke of] Alencon, [Reignier Duke of Anjou, and French Soldiers.]
Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem,
Here entered Pucelle and her practisants.
By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;
Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend.
Now shine it like a comet of revenge.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.
3.2.36.1 Alarum. [Exeunt.]
France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
3.2.41.1 Exit.
3.2.41.21469 An Alarum: Excursions. [The Duke of] Bedford brought 1470in sick in a chair.1471 Enter [Lord] Talbot and [the Duke of] Burgundy without; within, [Joan la] Pucelle, 1472 Charles [the Dauphin, the] Bastard [of Orléans, the Duke of Alencon], and Reignier [Duke of Anjou] on the walls.
Good morrow gallants. Want ye corn for bread?
Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtesan.
Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that 1481time.
O let no words, but deeds, revenge this 1483treason.
What will you do, good grey-beard? 1485Break a lance
Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
Are ye so hot, sir? Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace.
Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?
Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,
I speak not to that railing Hecate,
Seigneur, no.
Seigneur, hang. Base muleteers of France,
Away, captains, let's get us from the walls,
3.2.75.1 Exeunt [French] from the walls.
And there will we be, too, ere it be long,
My vows are equal partners with thy 1522vows.
But ere we go, regard this dying prince,
Lord Talbot, do not so dishonor me.
Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
Not to be gone from hence; for once I read
Undaunted spirit in a dying breast.
3.2.104.1 Exit [with Burgundy].
Whither away, Sir John Falstaff, in such haste?
Whither away? To save myself by flight.
What, will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
Aye, all the Talbots in the world, to save my life.
Cowardly knight, ill fortune follow thee.
Now quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
3.2.115.21559 An Alarum. Enter [Lord] Talbot, [the Duke of] Burgundy, and 1560the rest [of the English Soldiers].
Lost and recovered in a day again.
Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
Thanks, gentle Duke. But where is Pucelle now?
What wills lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.
But yet, before we go, let's not forget
3.2.138.1 Exeunt.