[Leans on a tree.
Enter English Officers and Soldiers.
Off. 'Tis she!
Yield thee our prisoner!
Joan. Never whilst strength
Remains. (Shields herself.)
Off. Seize her!
Joan. Stand off! nor dare to touch me!
My life, if Heaven have so decreed, be yours;
Free have I lived! free will I die!
[As she is beaten on her knees Valancour enters.
Val. Forbear!
Joan. It is too late! deserved I this? I pardon—
[Faints—the Soldiers bear her off.