O, hold me not with silence over-long! you with my blood, So you do condescend to help me now. [they hang their heads. No hope to have redress?-My body shall [they shake their heads. Cannot my body, nor blood-sacrifice, See! they forsake me. [they depart. Now the time is come, That France must vail 2 her lofty-plumed crest, And let her head fall into England's lap. My ancient incantations are too weak, [Exit. Alarums. Enter French and English fighting. LA PUCELLE and YORK fight hand to hand. CELLE is taken. The French fly. LA PU York. Damsel of France, I think, I have you fast. Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms, 1 Whereas. 2 Lower. |