Reig. If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
Alen. Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
[♦] Bast. Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
Enter CHARLES and LA PUCELLE.
50 Char. Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain,
That now our loss might be ten times so much?
Puc. Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
55 At all times will you have my power alike?