No hope to have redress? My body shall
Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit. [They shake their heads.
20 Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
Before that England give the French the foil. [They depart.
See, they forsake me! Now the time is come
[25] That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest
And let her head fall into England’s lap.
My ancient incantations are too weak,