Act III, Scene ii

[Enter La Pucelle disguised, with four Soldierswith sacks upon their backs.]

PUCELLE.:

These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,

Through which our policy must make a breach:

Take heed, be wary how you place your words;

Talk like the vulgar sort of market men

That come to gather money for their corn.

If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,

And that we find the slothful watch but weak,

I 'll by a sign give notice to our friends,

That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.

FIRST SOLDIER.:

Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,

And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;

Therefore we 'll knock.[Knocks.]

WATCH.:

[Within] Qui est la?

PUCELLE.:

Paysans, pauvres gens de France;

Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.

WATCH.:

Enter, go in; the market bell is rung.

PUCELLE.:

Now, Rouen, I 'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.

[Exeunt.]