CHARLES.
Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem,
And once again we’ll sleep secure in Rouen.
BASTARD.
Here enter’d Pucelle and her practisants;
Now she is there, how will she specify
Here is the best and safest passage in?
REIGNIER.
By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower,
Which, once discern’d, shows that her meaning is:
No way to that, for weakness, which she enter’d.
Enter La Pucelle, on the top, thrusting out a torch burning.
PUCELLE.
Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,
But burning fatal to the Talbonites.
[Exit.]
BASTARD.
See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;
The burning torch, in yonder turret stands.
CHARLES.
Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
REIGNIER.
Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;
Enter and cry, “The Dauphin!” presently,
And then do execution on the watch.
[Alarum. Exeunt.]