REIGNIER.
If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
ALENÇON.
Here cometh Charles. I marvel how he sped.
Enter Charles and La Pucelle.
BASTARD.
Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
CHARLES.
Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain,
That now our loss might be ten times so much?
PUCELLE.
Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping or waking, must I still prevail,
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
Improvident soldiers, had your watch been good,
This sudden mischief never could have fall’n.
CHARLES.
Duke of Alençon, this was your default,
That, being captain of the watch tonight,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.
ALENÇON.
Had all your quarters been as safely kept
As that whereof I had the government,
We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
BASTARD.
Mine was secure.
REIGNIER.
And so was mine, my lord.