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Pucel . I am prepar'd ; here is my keen - edg'd sword , Deck'd with fine Flow'r - de
- luces on each side , The which at Tourain in St. Catbarine's church Out of a deal
of old iron I chofe forth . Dau . Then come o ' God's name , for I fear no woman ...
Pucel . I am prepar'd ; here is my keen - edg'd sword , Deck'd with fine Flow'r - de
- luces on each side , The which at Tourain in St. Catbarine's church Out of a deal
of old iron I chofe forth . Dau . Then come o ' God's name , for I fear no woman ...
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Pucel . Are you so hot ? yet , Pucelle , hold thy peace ; If Talbot do but thunder ,
rain will follow . [ They whisper together in counsel . God speed the parliament !
who shall be the speaker ? Tal . Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field ?
Pucel . Are you so hot ? yet , Pucelle , hold thy peace ; If Talbot do but thunder ,
rain will follow . [ They whisper together in counsel . God speed the parliament !
who shall be the speaker ? Tal . Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field ?
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Pucel . Then thus it must be , this doth Joan devise : By fair perswasions mix'd
with sugar'd words We will entice the Duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot , and
to follow us . Dau . Ay marry , sweeting , if we could do that , France were no
place ...
Pucel . Then thus it must be , this doth Joan devise : By fair perswasions mix'd
with sugar'd words We will entice the Duke of Burgundy To leave the Talbot , and
to follow us . Dau . Ay marry , sweeting , if we could do that , France were no
place ...
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1 Pucel . The Princely Charles of France , thy countryman . Burg . What say'st
thou , Charles ? for Iam marching nence . Dau . Speak , Pucelle , and enchant
him with thy words . Pucel . Brave Burgundy , undoubted hope of France , Stay ,
let thy ...
1 Pucel . The Princely Charles of France , thy countryman . Burg . What say'st
thou , Charles ? for Iam marching nence . Dau . Speak , Pucelle , and enchant
him with thy words . Pucel . Brave Burgundy , undoubted hope of France , Stay ,
let thy ...
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Pucel . Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts ? Then , Joan , discover thine
infirmity , That warranteth by law 5 ' thy privilege . I am with child , ye bloody
homicides : Murther not then the fruit within my womb , Although ye hale me to a
violent ...
Pucel . Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts ? Then , Joan , discover thine
infirmity , That warranteth by law 5 ' thy privilege . I am with child , ye bloody
homicides : Murther not then the fruit within my womb , Although ye hale me to a
violent ...
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