And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,
But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. 12
They fight again.
Joan. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
A short Alarum; then [let Pucelle] enter the town with Soldiers.
O'ertake me if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men; 16
Help Salisbury to make his testament:
This day is ours, as many more shall be. Exit.
Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
I know not where I am, nor what I do: 20
A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench,
Are from their hives and houses driven away. 24
They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
A short Alarum.
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England's coat; 28
Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. 32
Alarum. Here another skirmish.
It will not be: retire into your trenches:
You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
Pucelle is entered into Orleans 36
In spite of us or aught that we could do.
12 high-minded: presumptuous
14 S. d. Cf. n.
21 like Hannibal; cf. n.
28 Cf. n.
29 give: display (as a heraldic emblem)
