On all his countrymen chearful and mild
Winning all hearts. Looking at thee Sir Knight
Methinks I see him now, such was his eye
So mild in peace, such was his manly brow.
Beshrew me but I weep at the remembrance."495
"Full was his eye," exclaim'd the Bastard Son
Of Orleans, "yet it beam'd benevolence.
I never yet saw love so dignified!
There lived not one his vassal but adored
The good the gallant Chief. Amid his halls500
High blazed the hospitable hearth, the pilgrim
Of other countries seeing his high towers[1]
Rejoiced, for he had often heard of Orleans:
He lives, my brother! bound in the hard chain
He lives most wretched."
The big tear roll'd down 505
The Warriors cheeks, "but he shall live, Dunois,"
Exclaim'd the Mission'd Maid, "but he shall live
- ↑ Line 502 The Maid declared upon her trial, that God loved the Duke of Orleans, and that
