95In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
[♦]Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
Puc. I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,
[♦]Deck’d with five flower-de-luces on each side;
[100]The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine’s churchyard,
[♦]Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
[♦] Char. Then come, o’ God’s name; I fear no woman.
[♦] Puc. And while I live, I’ll ne’er fly from a man. [Here they fight, and Joan La Pucelle overcomes.
Char. Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon,