If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favor him.
ALENCON
Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
BASTARD
Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
[Enter Charles and La Pucelle.]
CHARLES
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?
PUCELLE
Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,