Act V, Scene iv

[Excursions. Re-enter La Pucelle fighting hand tohand with York: La Pucelle is taken. The French fly.]

YORK.:

Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:

Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms,

And try if they can gain your liberty.

A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!

See, how the ugly witch doth bend her brows,

As if with Circe she would change my shape!

PUCELLE.:

Chang'd to a worser shape thou canst not be.

YORK.:

O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;

No shape but his can please your dainty eye.

PUCELLE.:

A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!

And may ye both be suddenly surprised

By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!

YORK.:

Fell banning hag; enchantress, hold thy tongue!

PUCELLE.:

I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.

YORK.:

Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.

[Exeunt.]