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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 f 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.
Fuller's Profane State, + De Serres.
e Consume him. Build the stake! for by my God
As he spake a sudden flush
« Still your mad leaders urge the impious war, " And for their folly and their wickedness, “ Your sons, your husbands, by the sword must fall. “ Long-suffering is the Lord, and slow to wrath, “ But heavy are his judgements !"
He who spake Was young and comely; had his check been pale With dread, and had his eye look'd fearfully, Sure he had won compassion ; but the blood Gave now a livelier meaning to his cheek, As with a prophet's look and prophet's voice He spake the ominous words: and they who heard Wonder'd, and they who rear'd the stake urged on With half-unwilling hands their slackend toil, And doubted what might follow.
Not unseen Reard they the stake, and piled around the wood';. In sight * of Orleans and the Maiden's host,
* 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 sce 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