[125]Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
[♦]Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
Char. What she says I’ll confirm: we’ll fight it out.
[♦] Puc. Assign’d am I to be the English scourge.
130This night the siege assuredly I’ll raise:
[♦]Expect Saint Martin’s summer, halcyon days,
[♦]Since I have entered into these wars.
Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself