Faithless fortune![He struggles with her.
Joanna [seizes him by the plume from behind, and tears his helmet
violently down, so that his face is exposed: at
the same time she lifts her sword with the right
hand].
Suffer what thou soughtest!
The Virgin sacrifices thee through me!
[At this moment she looks in his face; his aspect touches her; she stands immovable, and then slowly drops her arm.
Lionel. Why lingerest thou, and stayest the stroke of death?
My honour thou hast taken, take my life:
'Tis in thy hands to take it; I want not mercy.
[She gives him a sign with her hand to depart.
Fly from thee? Owe thee my life? Die rather!
Joanna [her face turned away].
I will not remember that thou owedst
Thy life to me.
Lionel.I hate thee and thy gift.
I want not mercy. Kill thy enemy,
Who meant to kill thee, who abhors thee!
Joanna. Kill me, and fly!
Lionel.Ha! How is this?
Joanna [hides her face].Woe's me!
Lionel [approaches her].
Thou killest every Briton, I have heard,
Whom thou subdu'st in battle: why spare me?