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LA HIRE. How! hath the awe this banner doth inspire Turned back upon thyself? before this sign Let Britons tremble; to the foes of France 'Tis fearful, but to all true citizens It is auspicious. JOHANNA. Yes, thou sayest truly! To friends 'tis gracious! but to enemies It causeth horror! DUNOIS. Take thy banner, then! The march begins no time is to be lost!
Dunois then passed into Guienne, and in a few-months Bayonne, the last stronghold of the English, fell into his hands . When Talbot was sent over to Bordeaux with five thousand men to recover the south, the old English feeling revived, for England was their best customer, and they had little in common with France.
ISABEL. One of our country, or a son of France? SOLDIER. They loose his helmet it is Count Dunois. And I am nothing but a fettered woman! SOLDIER. Look yonder! Who the azure mantle wears Bordered with gold? JOHANNA. That is my lord, the king. SOLDIER. His horse is restive, plunges, rears and falls He struggles hard to extricate himself.
Thou hast till now weak dastards overcome; Now thou dost meet a man. DUNOIS and LA HIRE. The same. DUNOIS. Hold, Burgundy! Turn! combat now with men, and not with maids. LA HIRE. We will defend the holy prophetess; First must thy weapon penetrate this breast. BURGUNDY. I fear not this seducing Circe; no, Nor you, whom she hath changed so shamefully!
Jacques Coeur had lived and fought with Dunois, Xaintrailles, La Hire, and the most valiant French captains; he was known and popular in Italy and the Levant; and the pope appointed him captain-general of the expedition.
SENATOR. We hither come, Attended by a hostile retinue, To implore thee, sire, to pity thy poor town, And to send succor ere the appointed day, When, if still unrelieved, she must surrender. DUNOIS. And could Saintrailles consent to give his voice To such a shameful compact? SENATOR. Never, sir! Long as the hero lived, none dared to breathe A single word of treaty or surrender.
The heavenly spirit promised me a sign; He sends the helmet, it hath come from him. Its iron filleth me with strength divine, I feel the courage of the cherubim; As with the rushing of a mighty wind It drives me forth to join the battles din; The clanging trumpets sound, the chargers rear, And the loud war-cry thunders in mine ear. The royal residence at Chinon. DUNOIS and DUCHATEL.
Next we have the testimony of the noble knight, Raoul de Gaucourt, who had so stoutly defended Orleans during its long siege. De Gaucourt was eighty-five years old. This fine old warrior's evidence confirms all that Dunois had said in praise of Joan of Arc.
As legate of the Pope, he gained the ill will of Henry by his failure to secure that king's divorce. "Is the King aware," said Dunois to the Cardinal, "that the Burgundian Envoy is peremptory in demanding an audience?" "He is," answered the Cardinal; "and here, as I think, comes the all sufficient Oliver Dain, to let us know the royal pleasure."
Twenty-five years later John was the famous Bastard of Orleans, Count Dunois, Charles VII.'s lieutenant-general, and Joan of Arc's comrade in the work of saving the French kingship and France. The Duke of Burgundy's negotiations at Tours were not fruitless.
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