[Exit.]
SCENE IV. Camp of the Duke of York in Anjou.
Enter York, Warwick and others.
YORK.
Bring forth that sorceress condemn’d to burn.
Enter La Pucelle, guarded, and a Shepherd.
SHEPHERD.
Ah, Joan, this kills thy father’s heart outright!
Have I sought every country far and near,
And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I’ll die with thee!
PUCELLE.
Decrepit miser, base ignoble wretch!
I am descended of a gentler blood.
Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
SHEPHERD.
Out, out! My lords, as please you, ’tis not so;
I did beget her, all the parish knows.
Her mother liveth yet, can testify
She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
WARWICK.
Graceless, wilt thou deny thy parentage?
YORK.
This argues what her kind of life hath been,
Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.