Under the lordly monarch of the north,
Appear, and aid me in this enterprise!
Enter Fiends.
This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
Of your accustom'd diligence to me. 9
Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
Out of the powerful regions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.
O! hold me not with silence over-long. 13
Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
I'll lop a member off and give it you,
In earnest of a further benefit, 16
So you do condescend to help me now.
No hope to have redress? My body shall
Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice 20
Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then take my soul; my body, soul, and all,
Before that England give the French the foil.
See! they forsake me. Now the time is come, 24
That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest,
And let her head fall into England's lap.
My ancient incantations are too weak,
And hell too strong for me to buckle with: 28
Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. Exit.
Excursions. Burgundy and York fight hand to hand. French fly [leaving Joan in York's power].
6 monarch of the north; cf. n.
25 vail: lower
29 S. d. Burgundy and York fight; cf. n.
