CHARLES.
Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
Nor yet Saint Philip’s daughters, were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee enough?
ALENÇON.
Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
REIGNIER.
Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
CHARLES.
Presently we’ll try. Come, let’s away about it.
No prophet will I trust if she prove false.
[Exeunt.]
SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.
Enter the Duke of Gloucester with his Servingmen in blue coats.
GLOUCESTER.
I am come to survey the Tower this day.
Since Henry’s death, I fear, there is conveyance.
Where be these warders that they wait not here?
Open the gates; ’tis Gloucester that calls.
FIRST WARDER.
[Within.] Who’s there that knocks so imperiously?
FIRST SERVINGMAN.
It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.