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The indignant Chief, “ away! nor think to scare “ With girlish phantasies the English host “That scorns your bravest warriors. Hie thee hence, “ Insolent Herald! tell this frantic girl, “ This courtly minion, to avoid my wrath, “ For if she dares the war, I will not stain “My good-blood-rusted sword—but she shall meet “ The mockery of the camp !"
“ Nay, scare her not;" Replied their Chief, “ go tell this Maid of Orleans, “ That Salisbury longs to meet her in the fight. - Nor let her fear that rude and iron chains “Shall gall her tender limbs ; for I myself “ Will be her prison, and"
“Contemptuous Man ! No more," the Frank exclaimed, as to his cheek Rush'd the red anger. “ Bearing words of peace '" And timely warning, came I to your camp, “ Here with rude mockery and stern insolence « Received. Bear witness Chieftains ! that the French,
" Free from blood-guiltiness, shall meet the war.'
" And who art thou?” cried Suffolk, and his eye Grew fierce and wrath-inflamed, « what fool art thou “ That at this woman's bidding comest to brave " The host of England ? thou shalt have thy meed!” Then turning to the centinel he cried
Prepare the stake! and let the men of Orleans, “ And let this woman who believes her name
May privilege her apostle, see the * fire
Reasons for burning a Trumpeter. « The letter she sent to Suffolk was received with scorn, and the trumpeter that brought it commanded to be burnt, against the Law of Nations, saith a French of Author, but erroneously, for his coming was not warranted by the authority of any lawfull Prince, but from a private Maid, how highly soever self-pretended, who had neither estate to keep, nor commission to send a trumpeter.
4 Fuller's Profane State. + De Serres.
Consume him. Build the stake! for by my God « He shall be kalendered of this new faith « First martyr."
As he spake a sudden flush Came o'er the Herald's cheek, and his heart beat With quicker action ; but the sudden flush, Alarmed Nature's impulse, faded soon To such a steady hue as spake the soul Rous'd up with all its powers, and unsubdued, And glorying in endurance. Thro' the camp Soon as the tidings spread, a shout arose, A hideous shout, more savage than the howl Of midnight wolves; and round the Frank they throng'd, To gaze upon their vi&im. He pass'd on, And as they led him to the appointed place Look'd round, as tho' forgetful of himself, And cried aloud, “Oh! I am sad to think
So many men shall never see the sun • Go down ! ye English mothers mourn ye now, “ Daughters of England weep! for hard of heart
the impious war,
He who spake
* De Serres says, “ the Trumpeter was ready to be burnt in the sight of the besieged.”
Had Suffolk's arrogant fierceness bade the work
But the rage
Of Suffolk swell’d within him. Speed your work !" Exclaim'd the savage Earl, “ kindle the pile “ That France may see the fire, and in defeat “ Feel aggravated shame !"
And now they bound The Herald to the stake: he cried aloud, And fix'd his eye on Suffolk, “ let not him