105And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
Puc. Christ’s mother helps me, else I were too weak.
Char. Whoe’er helps thee, ’tis thou that must help me:
Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
110Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
[♦]’Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
[♦] Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,
For my profession’s sacred from above: