And natural graces that extinguish art;
Repeat their semblance often on the seas, 192
That, when thou com'st to kneel at Henry's feet,
Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
Exit.
Scene Four
[Rouen]
Enter York, Warwick, Shepherd, [with] Pucelle [guarded].
York. Bring forth that sorceress, condemn'd to burn.
Shep. Ah, Joan! this kills thy father's heart outright.
Have I sought every country far and near,
And, now it is my chance to find thee out, 4
Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
Ah, Joan! sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee.
Joan. Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood: 8
Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
Shep. Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;
I did beget her all the parish knows:
Her mother liveth yet, can testify 12
She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
War. Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?
York. This argues what her kind of life hath been:
Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. 16
Shep. Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
Scene Four S. d. Rouen; cf. n.
5 timeless: untimely
7 miser: wretch
17 obstacle: i.e., obstinate
