Watch. Che la
Pucell. Peasauns la pouure gens de Fraunce,
Poore Market folkes that come to sell their Corne
Watch. Enter, goe in, the Market Bell is rung
Pucell. Now Roan, Ile shake thy Bulwarkes to the ground.
Exeunt.
Enter Charles, Bastard, Alanson.
Charles. Saint Dennis blesse this happy Stratageme,
And once againe wee'le sleepe secure in Roan
Bastard. Here entred Pucell, and her Practisants:
Now she is there, how will she specifie?
Here is the best and safest passage in
Reig. By thrusting out a Torch from yonder Tower,
Which once discern'd, shewes that her meaning is,
No way to that (for weaknesse) which she entred.
Enter Pucell on the top, thrusting out a Torch burning.
Pucell. Behold, this is the happy Wedding Torch,
That ioyneth Roan vnto her Countreymen,
But burning fatall to the Talbonites