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With an underage boy now king of England, Henry VI, Part 1, depicts the collapse of England’s role in France, as…

Act 1, scene 1

The funeral procession for Henry V is interrupted first by a quarrel between Gloucester and Winchester and then by messengers…

Act 1, scene 2

Charles the Dauphin, leader of the French, is defeated by a small English force that is besieging Orleance. He is…

Act 1, scene 3

Gloucester visits the Tower of London, only to be denied entry by Winchester. The servants of the two nobles skirmish…

Act 1, scene 4

The master gunner of Orleance shows his boy how to fire on the English when they come to spy. The…

Act 1, scene 5

Talbot attacks, fights Pucelle, fails to defeat her, and accuses her of witchcraft. The English, defeated, retreat.

Act 1, scene 6

The French celebrate Pucelle’s victory.

Act 2, scene 1

The English forces, led by Bedford, Burgundy, and Talbot, scale the walls of Orleance and drive out the French, who…

Act 2, scene 2

The English plan a grand tomb for the dead Salisbury, in part as a monument to their recent victory. Talbot…

Act 2, scene 3

The Countess plots to capture and kill the visiting Talbot.

Act 2, scene 4

Richard Plantagenet and Somerset, having quarreled over a case at law, withdraw into a garden, where the supporters of Plantagenet…

Act 2, scene 5

Edmund Mortimer, imprisoned by Henry IV because of his strong claim to the throne, and kept in prison by Henry…

Act 3, scene 1

Gloucester and Winchester quarrel openly in Henry VI’s royal court. Their supporters, forbidden to carry weapons, have been fighting in…

Act 3, scene 2

Pucelle and four soldiers, disguised as peasants, enter Roan. From a tower within the city, Pucelle signals to the French…

Act 3, scene 3

As Talbot and Burgundy march separately to Paris for the coronation of Henry VI, Pucelle entices Burgundy to join the…

Act 3, scene 4

In Paris, a grateful Henry VI creates Talbot Earl of Shrewsbury in recompense for his victories in France. Vernon, a…

Act 4, scene 1

Henry VI is crowned. Fastolf arrives with a letter from Burgundy and, because of his earlier cowardice in battle, is…

Act 4, scene 2

As Talbot draws up his troops before Bordeaux, he learns that he is surrounded by much greater French forces.

Act 4, scene 3

Sir William Lucy urges York to help Talbot, but York refuses to march until Somerset unites his cavalry with York’s…

Act 4, scene 4

Sir William Lucy chastises Somerset for not having helped Talbot, but Somerset blames York, who has apparently refused to communicate…

Act 4, scene 5

Talbot has been joined by his son John Talbot, whom he urges to flee certain death. John Talbot refuses to…

Act 4, scene 6

Talbot again urges his son to flee and is again rebuffed.

Act 4, scene 7

Talbot, holding his dead son, dies. Sir William Lucy comes to claim their bodies from the victorious French.

Act 5, scene 1

Henry follows Gloucester’s advice to make peace with France and to agree to marry the daughter of the earl of…

Act 5, scene 2

Charles is informed that the divided English army has united and is advancing toward him.

Act 5, scene 3

As the French face likely defeat, Pucelle conjures up devils, but they refuse to help, and she is captured by…

Act 5, scene 4

Pucelle, on her way to be executed by the English, is visited by her shepherd father, whom she scorns and…

Act 5, scene 5

Suffolk persuades Henry to marry Margaret over the objections of Gloucester. Suffolk plans to control Margaret and, through her, the…

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Scene 1
Dead March. Enter the funeral of King Henry the Fifth,
attended on by the Duke of Bedford, Regent of France;
the Duke of Gloucester, Protector; the Duke of Exeter;
the Earl of Warwick; the Bishop of Winchester; and
the Duke of Somerset, with Heralds and Attendants.

 Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
 Comets, importing change of times and states,
 Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
 And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
5 That have consented unto Henry’s death:
 King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long.
 England ne’er lost a king of so much worth.
 England ne’er had a king until his time.
 Virtue he had, deserving to command;
10 His brandished sword did blind men with his beams;
 His arms spread wider than a dragon’s wings;
 His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
 More dazzled and drove back his enemies
 Than midday sun fierce bent against their faces.
15 What should I say? His deeds exceed all speech.
 He ne’er lift up his hand but conquerèd.
 We mourn in black; why mourn we not in blood?
 Henry is dead and never shall revive.
 Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
20 And Death’s dishonorable victory

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 We with our stately presence glorify,
 Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
 What? Shall we curse the planets of mishap
 That plotted thus our glory’s overthrow?
25 Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
 Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him,
 By magic verses have contrived his end?
 He was a king blest of the King of kings;
 Unto the French the dreadful Judgment Day
30 So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
 The battles of the Lord of Hosts he fought;
 The Church’s prayers made him so prosperous.
 The Church? Where is it? Had not churchmen prayed,
 His thread of life had not so soon decayed.
35 None do you like but an effeminate prince
 Whom like a schoolboy you may overawe.
 Gloucester, whate’er we like, thou art Protector
 And lookest to command the Prince and realm.
 Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe
40 More than God or religious churchmen may.
 Name not religion, for thou lov’st the flesh,
 And ne’er throughout the year to church thou go’st,
 Except it be to pray against thy foes.
 Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in peace!
45 Let’s to the altar.—Heralds, wait on us.—
 Instead of gold, we’ll offer up our arms,
 Since arms avail not, now that Henry’s dead.
 Posterity, await for wretched years
 When at their mothers’ moistened eyes babes shall
50 suck,

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 Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
 And none but women left to wail the dead.
 Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
 Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
55 Combat with adverse planets in the heavens.
 A far more glorious star thy soul will make
 Than Julius Caesar or bright—

Enter a Messenger.

 My honorable lords, health to you all.
 Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
60 Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:
 Guyen, Champaigne, Rheims, Roan, Orleance,
 Paris, Gisors, Poitiers, are all quite lost.
 What say’st thou, man, before dead Henry’s corse?
 Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
65 Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
 Is Paris lost? Is Roan yielded up?
 If Henry were recalled to life again,
 These news would cause him once more yield the
70 How were they lost? What treachery was used?
 No treachery, but want of men and money.
 Amongst the soldiers, this is mutterèd:
 That here you maintain several factions
 And, whilst a field should be dispatched and fought,
75 You are disputing of your generals.
 One would have ling’ring wars with little cost;
 Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
 A third thinks, without expense at all,

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 By guileful fair words peace may be obtained.
80 Awake, awake, English nobility!
 Let not sloth dim your honors new begot.
 Cropped are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
 Of England’s coat, one half is cut away.He exits.
 Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
85 These tidings would call forth her flowing tides.
 Me they concern; regent I am of France.
 Give me my steelèd coat, I’ll fight for France.
 Away with these disgraceful wailing robes.
 Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes
90 To weep their intermissive miseries.

Enter to them another Messenger, with papers.

 Lords, view these letters, full of bad mischance.
 France is revolted from the English quite,
 Except some petty towns of no import.
 The Dauphin Charles is crownèd king in Rheims;
95 The Bastard of Orleance with him is joined;
 Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
 The Duke of Alanson flieth to his side.He exits.
 The Dauphin crownèd king? All fly to him?
 O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
100 We will not fly but to our enemies’ throats.—
 Bedford, if thou be slack, I’ll fight it out.
 Gloucester, why doubt’st thou of my forwardness?
 An army have I mustered in my thoughts,
 Wherewith already France is overrun.

Enter another Messenger.

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105 My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
 Wherewith you now bedew King Henry’s hearse,
 I must inform you of a dismal fight
 Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
 What? Wherein Talbot overcame, is ’t so?
110 O no, wherein Lord Talbot was o’erthrown.
 The circumstance I’ll tell you more at large.
 The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,
 Retiring from the siege of Orleance,
 Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,
115 By three and twenty thousand of the French
 Was round encompassèd and set upon.
 No leisure had he to enrank his men.
 He wanted pikes to set before his archers,
 Instead whereof, sharp stakes plucked out of hedges
120 They pitchèd in the ground confusedly
 To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
 More than three hours the fight continuèd,
 Where valiant Talbot, above human thought,
 Enacted wonders with his sword and lance.
125 Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
 Here, there, and everywhere, enraged, he slew.
 The French exclaimed the devil was in arms;
 All the whole army stood agazed on him.
 His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,
130 “À Talbot! À Talbot!” cried out amain
 And rushed into the bowels of the battle.
 Here had the conquest fully been sealed up
 If Sir John Fastolf had not played the coward.
 He, being in the vaward, placed behind
135 With purpose to relieve and follow them,
 Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
 Hence grew the general wrack and massacre.

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 Enclosèd were they with their enemies.
 A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin’s grace,
140 Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
 Whom all France, with their chief assembled
 Durst not presume to look once in the face.
 Is Talbot slain then? I will slay myself
145 For living idly here, in pomp and ease,
 Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
 Unto his dastard foemen is betrayed.
 O, no, he lives, but is took prisoner,
 And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford;
150 Most of the rest slaughtered or took likewise.
 His ransom there is none but I shall pay.
 I’ll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne;
 His crown shall be the ransom of my friend.
 Four of their lords I’ll change for one of ours.
155 Farewell, my masters; to my task will I.
 Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
 To keep our great Saint George’s feast withal.
 Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
 Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
160 So you had need; ’fore Orleance besieged,
 The English army is grown weak and faint;
 The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply
 And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
 Since they so few watch such a multitude.
He exits.
165 Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn:
 Either to quell the Dauphin utterly
 Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

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 I do remember it, and here take my leave
 To go about my preparation.Bedford exits.
170 I’ll to the Tower with all the haste I can
 To view th’ artillery and munition,
 And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
Gloucester exits.
 To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
 Being ordained his special governor;
175 And for his safety there I’ll best devise.He exits.
 Each hath his place and function to attend.
 I am left out; for me nothing remains.
 But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office.
 The King from Eltham I intend to steal,
180 And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
He exits at one door; at another door,
Warwick, Somerset, Attendants and
Heralds exit with the coffin.

Scene 2
Sound a flourish. Enter Charles the Dauphin,
Alanson, and Reignier, marching with Drum
and Soldiers.

 Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
 So in the Earth, to this day is not known.
 Late did he shine upon the English side;
 Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
5 What towns of any moment but we have?
 At pleasure here we lie, near Orleance.
 Otherwhiles, the famished English, like pale ghosts,
 Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.

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 They want their porridge and their fat bull beeves.
10 Either they must be dieted like mules
 And have their provender tied to their mouths,
 Or piteous they will look, like drownèd mice.
 Let’s raise the siege. Why live we idly here?
 Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear.
15 Remaineth none but mad-brained Salisbury,
 And he may well in fretting spend his gall;
 Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
 Sound, sound alarum! We will rush on them.
 Now for the honor of the forlorn French!
20 Him I forgive my death that killeth me
 When he sees me go back one foot, or fly.
They exit. Here alarum. They are beaten
back by the English, with great loss.

Enter Charles, Alanson, and Reignier.

 Whoever saw the like? What men have I!
 Dogs, cowards, dastards! I would ne’er have fled
 But that they left me ’midst my enemies.
25 Salisbury is a desperate homicide.
 He fighteth as one weary of his life.
 The other lords, like lions wanting food,
 Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
 Froissart, a countryman of ours, records
30 England all Olivers and Rolands bred
 During the time Edward the Third did reign.
 More truly now may this be verified,
 For none but Samsons and Goliases
 It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!

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35 Lean rawboned rascals! Who would e’er suppose
 They had such courage and audacity?
 Let’s leave this town, for they are hare-brained slaves,
 And hunger will enforce them to be more eager.
 Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
40 The walls they’ll tear down than forsake the siege.
 I think by some odd gimmers or device
 Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on;
 Else ne’er could they hold out so as they do.
 By my consent, we’ll even let them alone.
ALANSON 45Be it so.

Enter the Bastard of Orleance.

 Where’s the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.
 Bastard of Orleance, thrice welcome to us.
 Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appalled.
 Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
50 Be not dismayed, for succor is at hand.
 A holy maid hither with me I bring,
 Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven,
 Ordainèd is to raise this tedious siege
 And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
55 The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
 Exceeding the nine Sibyls of old Rome.
 What’s past and what’s to come she can descry.
 Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
 For they are certain and unfallible.
60 Go call her in.Bastard exits.
 But first, to try her skill,
 Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place;

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 Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern.
 By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.

Enter Bastard, with Joan la Pucelle.

REIGNIER, as Charles 
65 Fair maid, is ’t thou wilt do these wondrous feats?
 Reignier, is ’t thou that thinkest to beguile me?
 Where is the Dauphin?—Come, come from behind.
 I know thee well, though never seen before.
 Be not amazed; there’s nothing hid from me.
70 In private will I talk with thee apart.—
 Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while.
 She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
Alanson, Reignier, and Bastard exit.
 Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd’s daughter,
 My wit untrained in any kind of art.
75 Heaven and Our Lady gracious hath it pleased
 To shine on my contemptible estate.
 Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
 And to sun’s parching heat displayed my cheeks,
 God’s Mother deignèd to appear to me,
80 And in a vision full of majesty
 Willed me to leave my base vocation
 And free my country from calamity.
 Her aid she promised and assured success.
 In complete glory she revealed herself;
85 And whereas I was black and swart before,
 With those clear rays which she infused on me
 That beauty am I blest with, which you may see.
 Ask me what question thou canst possible,
 And I will answer unpremeditated.
90 My courage try by combat, if thou dar’st,
 And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.

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 Resolve on this: thou shalt be fortunate
 If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
 Thou hast astonished me with thy high terms.
95 Only this proof I’ll of thy valor make:
 In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
 And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
 Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
 I am prepared. Here is my keen-edged sword,
100 Decked with fine flower-de-luces on each side—
 Aside. The which at Touraine, in Saint Katherine’s
 Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
 Then come, a’ God’s name! I fear no woman.
105 And while I live, I’ll ne’er fly from a man.
Here they fight, and
Joan la Pucelle overcomes.

 Stay, stay thy hands! Thou art an Amazon,
 And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
 Christ’s mother helps me; else I were too weak.
 Whoe’er helps thee, ’tis thou that must help me.
110 Impatiently I burn with thy desire.
 My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
 Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
 Let me thy servant and not sovereign be.
 ’Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
115 I must not yield to any rights of love,
 For my profession’s sacred from above.

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 When I have chasèd all thy foes from hence,
 Then will I think upon a recompense.
 Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.

Enter Reignier and Alanson.

REIGNIER, aside to Alanson 
120 My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
ALANSON, aside to Reignier 
 Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock,
 Else ne’er could he so long protract his speech.
REIGNIER, aside to Alanson 
 Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
ALANSON, aside to Reignier 
 He may mean more than we poor men do know.
125 These women are shrewd tempters with their
REIGNIER, to Charles 
 My lord, where are you? What devise you on?
 Shall we give o’er Orleance, or no?
 Why, no, I say. Distrustful recreants,
130 Fight till the last gasp. I’ll be your guard.
 What she says I’ll confirm: we’ll fight it out.
 Assigned am I to be the English scourge.
 This night the siege assuredly I’ll raise.
 Expect Saint Martin’s summer, halcyons’ days,
135 Since I have enterèd into these wars.
 Glory is like a circle in the water,
 Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
 Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.
 With Henry’s death, the English circle ends;
140 Dispersèd are the glories it included.

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 Now am I like that proud insulting ship
 Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
 Was Mahomet inspirèd with a dove?
 Thou with an eagle art inspirèd then.
145 Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
 Nor yet Saint Philip’s daughters were like thee.
 Bright star of Venus, fall’n down on the Earth,
 How may I reverently worship thee enough?
 Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
150 Woman, do what thou canst to save our honors.
 Drive them from Orleance and be immortalized.
 Presently we’ll try. Come, let’s away about it.
 No prophet will I trust if she prove false.
They exit.

Scene 3
Enter Gloucester with his Servingmen in blue coats.

 I am come to survey the Tower this day.
 Since Henry’s death I fear there is conveyance.
 Where be these warders that they wait not here?—
 Open the gates! ’Tis Gloucester that calls.
Servingmen knock at the gate.
5 Who’s there that knocks so imperiously?
 It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.
 Whoe’er he be, you may not be let in.

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 Villains, answer you so the Lord Protector?
 The Lord protect him, so we answer him.
10 We do no otherwise than we are willed.
 Who willed you? Or whose will stands but mine?
 There’s none Protector of the realm but I.—
 Break up the gates! I’ll be your warrantize.
 Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
Gloucester’s men rush at the Tower gates, and
Woodville, the lieutenant, speaks within.

15 What noise is this? What traitors have we here?
 Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
 Open the gates. Here’s Gloucester that would enter.
 Have patience, noble duke, I may not open.
 The Cardinal of Winchester forbids.
20 From him I have express commandment
 That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
 Fainthearted Woodville, prizest him ’fore me?
 Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate
 Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne’er could brook?
25 Thou art no friend to God or to the King.
 Open the gates, or I’ll shut thee out shortly.
 Open the gates unto the Lord Protector,
 Or we’ll burst them open if that you come not quickly.

Enter, to the Protector at the Tower gates, Winchester
in cardinal’s robes and his men in tawny coats.

 How now, ambitious Humphrey, what means this?

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30 Peeled priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
 I do, thou most usurping proditor—
 And not Protector—of the King or realm.
 Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
 Thou that contrived’st to murder our dead lord,
35 Thou that giv’st whores indulgences to sin!
 I’ll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal’s hat
 If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
 Nay, stand thou back. I will not budge a foot.
 This be Damascus; be thou cursèd Cain
40 To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
 I will not slay thee, but I’ll drive thee back.
 Thy scarlet robes, as a child’s bearing-cloth,
 I’ll use to carry thee out of this place.
 Do what thou dar’st, I beard thee to thy face.
45 What, am I dared and bearded to my face?—
 Draw, men, for all this privilegèd place.
 Blue coats to tawny coats!All draw their swords.
 Priest, beware your beard.
 I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly.
50 Under my feet I’ll stamp thy cardinal’s hat;
 In spite of pope or dignities of Church,
 Here by the cheeks I’ll drag thee up and down.
 Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the Pope.
 Winchester goose, I cry “a rope, a rope!”—
55 Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?—

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 Thee I’ll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep’s array.—
 Out, tawny coats, out, scarlet hypocrite!

Here Gloucester’s men beat out the Cardinal’s men,
and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of London
and his Officers.

 Fie, lords, that you, being supreme magistrates,
 Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
60 Peace, Mayor? Thou know’st little of my wrongs.
 Here’s Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
 Hath here distrained the Tower to his use.
 Here’s Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
 One that still motions war and never peace,
65 O’ercharging your free purses with large fines;
 That seeks to overthrow religion
 Because he is Protector of the realm,
 And would have armor here out of the Tower
 To crown himself king and suppress the Prince.
70 I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
Here they skirmish again.
 Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
 But to make open proclamation.
 Come, officer, as loud as e’er thou canst, cry.
He hands an Officer a paper.
OFFICER reads All manner of men, assembled here in
75 arms this day against God’s peace and the King’s, we
 charge and command you, in his Highness’ name, to
 repair to your several dwelling places, and not to
 wear, handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger
 henceforward, upon pain of death.

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80 Cardinal, I’ll be no breaker of the law,
 But we shall meet and break our minds at large.
 Gloucester, we’ll meet to thy cost, be sure.
 Thy heartblood I will have for this day’s work.
 I’ll call for clubs if you will not away.
85 (Aside.) This cardinal’s more haughty than the devil!
 Mayor, farewell. Thou dost but what thou mayst.
 Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head,
 For I intend to have it ere long.
Gloucester and Winchester exit
at separate doors, with their Servingmen.

MAYOR, to Officers 
 See the coast cleared, and then we will depart.
90 (Aside.) Good God, these nobles should such
 stomachs bear!
 I myself fight not once in forty year.
They exit.

Scene 4
Enter the Master Gunner of Orleance and his Boy.

 Sirrah, thou know’st how Orleance is besieged
 And how the English have the suburbs won.
 Father, I know, and oft have shot at them;
 Howe’er, unfortunate, I missed my aim.
5 But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me.
 Chief master-gunner am I of this town;

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 Something I must do to procure me grace.
 The Prince’s espials have informèd me
 How the English, in the suburbs close entrenched,
10 Went through a secret grate of iron bars
 In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,
 And thence discover how with most advantage
 They may vex us with shot or with assault.
 To intercept this inconvenience,
15 A piece of ordnance ’gainst it I have placed,
 And even these three days have I watched
 If I could see them. Now do thou watch,
 For I can stay no longer.
 If thou spy’st any, run and bring me word;
20 And thou shalt find me at the Governor’s.He exits.
 Father, I warrant you, take you no care;
 I’ll never trouble you if I may spy them.He exits.

Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the turrets,
with Sir William Glansdale, Sir Thomas Gargrave,
Attendants and Others.

 Talbot, my life, my joy, again returned!
 How wert thou handled, being prisoner?
25 Or by what means gott’st thou to be released?
 Discourse, I prithee, on this turret’s top.
 The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
 Called the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
 For him was I exchanged and ransomèd.
30 But with a baser man-of-arms by far
 Once in contempt they would have bartered me,
 Which I disdaining, scorned, and cravèd death
 Rather than I would be so vile-esteemed.
 In fine, redeemed I was as I desired.
35 But O, the treacherous Fastolf wounds my heart,

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 Whom with my bare fists I would execute
 If I now had him brought into my power.
 Yet tell’st thou not how thou wert entertained.
 With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
40 In open marketplace produced they me
 To be a public spectacle to all.
 “Here,” said they, “is the terror of the French,
 The scarecrow that affrights our children so.”
 Then broke I from the officers that led me,
45 And with my nails digged stones out of the ground
 To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
 My grisly countenance made others fly;
 None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
 In iron walls they deemed me not secure:
50 So great fear of my name ’mongst them were spread
 That they supposed I could rend bars of steel
 And spurn in pieces posts of adamant.
 Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had
 That walked about me every minute-while;
55 And if I did but stir out of my bed,
 Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

Enter the Boy with a linstock.
He crosses the main stage and exits.

 I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
 But we will be revenged sufficiently.
 Now it is supper time in Orleance.
60 Here, through this grate, I count each one
 And view the Frenchmen how they fortify.
 Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
 Sir Thomas Gargrave and Sir William Glansdale,
 Let me have your express opinions
65 Where is best place to make our batt’ry next?

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 I think at the north gate, for there stands lords.
 And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
 For aught I see, this city must be famished
 Or with light skirmishes enfeeblèd.
Here they shoot, and Salisbury
and Gargrave fall down.

70 O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
 O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man!
 What chance is this that suddenly hath crossed us?—
 Speak, Salisbury—at least if thou canst, speak!
 How far’st thou, mirror of all martial men?
75 One of thy eyes and thy cheek’s side struck off!—
 Accursèd tower, accursèd fatal hand
 That hath contrived this woeful tragedy!
 In thirteen battles Salisbury o’ercame;
 Henry the Fifth he first trained to the wars.
80 Whilst any trump did sound or drum struck up,
 His sword did ne’er leave striking in the field.—
 Yet liv’st thou, Salisbury? Though thy speech doth fail,
 One eye thou hast to look to heaven for grace.
 The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
85 Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive
 If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!—
 Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
 Speak unto Talbot. Nay, look up to him.—
 Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
Attendants exit with body of Gargrave.
90 Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort,
 Thou shalt not die whiles—

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 He beckons with his hand and smiles on me
 As who should say “When I am dead and gone,
 Remember to avenge me on the French.”
95 Plantagenet, I will; and, like thee, Nero,
 Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn.
 Wretched shall France be only in my name.
Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens.
 What stir is this? What tumult’s in the heavens?
 Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?

Enter a Messenger.

100 My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head.
 The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle joined,
 A holy prophetess new risen up,
 Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
Here Salisbury lifteth himself up and groans.
 Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan;
105 It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
 Frenchmen, I’ll be a Salisbury to you.
 Pucelle or puzel, dauphin or dogfish,
 Your hearts I’ll stamp out with my horse’s heels
 And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
110 Convey we Salisbury into his tent,
 And then try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
Alarum. They exit.

Scene 5
Here an alarum again, and Talbot pursueth the
Dauphin and driveth him; then enter Joan la Pucelle,
driving Englishmen before her. They cross the stage
and exit.
 Then enter Talbot.

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 Where is my strength, my valor, and my force?
 Our English troops retire; I cannot stay them.
 A woman clad in armor chaseth them.

Enter Pucelle, with Soldiers.

 Here, here she comes!—I’ll have a bout with thee.
5 Devil or devil’s dam, I’ll conjure thee.
 Blood will I draw on thee—thou art a witch—
 And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv’st.
 Come, come; ’tis only I that must disgrace thee.
Here they fight.
 Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
10 My breast I’ll burst with straining of my courage,
 And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,
 But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
They fight again.
 Talbot, farewell. Thy hour is not yet come.
 I must go victual Orleance forthwith.
A short alarum. Then she prepares to
enter the town with Soldiers.

15 O’ertake me if thou canst. I scorn thy strength.
 Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starvèd men.
 Help Salisbury to make his testament.
 This day is ours, as many more shall be.
She exits with Soldiers.
 My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter’s wheel.
20 I know not where I am nor what I do.
 A witch by fear—not force, like Hannibal—
 Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists.
 So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench

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 Are from their hives and houses driven away.
25 They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs;
 Now like to whelps we crying run away.

A short alarum. Enter English soldiers,
chased by French soldiers.

 Hark, countrymen, either renew the fight,
 Or tear the lions out of England’s coat.
 Renounce your soil; give sheep in lions’ stead.
30 Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
 Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
 As you fly from your oft-subduèd slaves.
Alarum. Here another skirmish.
 It will not be! Retire into your trenches.
 You all consented unto Salisbury’s death,
35 For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
 Pucelle is entered into Orleance
 In spite of us or aught that we could do.
Soldiers exit.
 O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
 The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
Talbot exits. Alarum. Retreat.

Scene 6
Flourish. Enter on the walls Pucelle, Charles the
Dauphin, Reignier, Alanson, and Soldiers.

 Advance our waving colors on the walls.
 Rescued is Orleance from the English.
 Thus Joan la Pucelle hath performed her word.
She exits.
 Divinest creature, Astraea’s daughter,
5 How shall I honor thee for this success?

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 Thy promises are like Adonis’ garden
 That one day bloomed and fruitful were the next.
 France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess.
 Recovered is the town of Orleance.
10 More blessèd hap did ne’er befall our state.
 Why ring not bells aloud throughout the town?
 Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
 And feast and banquet in the open streets
 To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
15 All France will be replete with mirth and joy
 When they shall hear how we have played the men.
 ’Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
 For which I will divide my crown with her,
 And all the priests and friars in my realm
20 Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
 A statelier pyramis to her I’ll rear
 Than Rhodophe’s of Memphis ever was.
 In memory of her, when she is dead,
 Her ashes, in an urn more precious
25 Than the rich-jeweled coffer of Darius,
 Transported shall be at high festivals
 Before the kings and queens of France.
 No longer on Saint Dennis will we cry,
 But Joan la Pucelle shall be France’s saint.
30 Come in, and let us banquet royally
 After this golden day of victory.
Flourish. They exit.

Scene 1
Enter on the walls a French Sergeant of a Band,
with two Sentinels.

 Sirs, take your places and be vigilant.
 If any noise or soldier you perceive
 Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
 Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
5 Sergeant, you shall.Sergeant exits.
 Thus are poor servitors,
 When others sleep upon their quiet beds,
 Constrained to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.

Enter Talbot, Bedford, and Burgundy, below,
with scaling ladders.

 Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
10 By whose approach the regions of Artois,
 Walloon, and Picardy are friends to us,
 This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
 Having all day caroused and banqueted.
 Embrace we then this opportunity,
15 As fitting best to quittance their deceit
 Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.
 Coward of France, how much he wrongs his fame,
 Despairing of his own arm’s fortitude,
 To join with witches and the help of hell!

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20 Traitors have never other company.
 But what’s that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
 A maid, they say.
BEDFORD  A maid? And be so martial?
 Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,
25 If underneath the standard of the French
 She carry armor as she hath begun.
 Well, let them practice and converse with spirits.
 God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
 Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
30 Ascend, brave Talbot. We will follow thee.
 Not all together. Better far, I guess,
 That we do make our entrance several ways,
 That if it chance the one of us do fail,
 The other yet may rise against their force.
35 Agreed. I’ll to yond corner.
BURGUNDY  And I to this.
 And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
 Now, Salisbury, for thee and for the right
 Of English Henry, shall this night appear
40 How much in duty I am bound to both.
Scaling the walls, they cry
“Saint George! À Talbot!”

 Arm, arm! The enemy doth make assault.
The English, pursuing the Sentinels, exit aloft.
The French leap o’er the walls in their shirts.

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Enter several ways, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier,
half ready, and half unready.

 How now, my lords? What, all unready so?
 Unready? Ay, and glad we scaped so well.
 ’Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
45 Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.
 Of all exploits since first I followed arms
 Ne’er heard I of a warlike enterprise
 More venturous or desperate than this.
 I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
50 If not of hell, the heavens sure favor him.
 Here cometh Charles. I marvel how he sped.

Enter Charles and Joan la Pucelle.

 Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
 Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
 Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
55 Make us partakers of a little gain
 That now our loss might be ten times so much?
 Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?
 At all times will you have my power alike?
 Sleeping or waking, must I still prevail,
60 Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?—
 Improvident soldiers, had your watch been good,
 This sudden mischief never could have fall’n.

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 Duke of Alanson, this was your default,
 That, being captain of the watch tonight,
65 Did look no better to that weighty charge.
 Had all your quarters been as safely kept
 As that whereof I had the government,
 We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
 Mine was secure.
REIGNIER 70 And so was mine, my lord.
 And for myself, most part of all this night
 Within her quarter and mine own precinct
 I was employed in passing to and fro
 About relieving of the sentinels.
75 Then how or which way should they first break in?
 Question, my lords, no further of the case,
 How or which way; ’tis sure they found some place
 But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
 And now there rests no other shift but this:
80 To gather our soldiers, scattered and dispersed,
 And lay new platforms to endamage them.

Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying,
“À Talbot, À Talbot!”
 The French fly,
leaving their clothes behind.

 I’ll be so bold to take what they have left.
 The cry of “Talbot” serves me for a sword,
 For I have loaden me with many spoils,
85 Using no other weapon but his name.
He exits.

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Scene 2
Enter Talbot, Bedford, Burgundy, a Captain and Others.

 The day begins to break and night is fled,
 Whose pitchy mantle over-veiled the Earth.
 Here sound retreat and cease our hot pursuit.
Retreat sounded.
 Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
5 And here advance it in the marketplace,
 The middle center of this cursèd town.

Soldiers enter bearing the body of Salisbury,
Drums beating a dead march.

 Now have I paid my vow unto his soul:
 For every drop of blood was drawn from him
 There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.
10 And, that hereafter ages may behold
 What ruin happened in revenge of him,
 Within their chiefest temple I’ll erect
 A tomb wherein his corpse shall be interred,
 Upon the which, that everyone may read,
15 Shall be engraved the sack of Orleance,
 The treacherous manner of his mournful death,
 And what a terror he had been to France.
Funeral exits.
 But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
 I muse we met not with the Dauphin’s grace,
20 His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
 Nor any of his false confederates.
 ’Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
 Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
 They did amongst the troops of armèd men
25 Leap o’er the walls for refuge in the field.

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 Myself, as far as I could well discern
 For smoke and dusky vapors of the night,
 Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
 When arm-in-arm they both came swiftly running,
30 Like to a pair of loving turtledoves
 That could not live asunder day or night.
 After that things are set in order here,
 We’ll follow them with all the power we have.

Enter a Messenger.

 All hail, my lords. Which of this princely train
35 Call you the warlike Talbot, for his acts
 So much applauded through the realm of France?
 Here is the Talbot. Who would speak with him?
 The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,
 With modesty admiring thy renown,
40 By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
 To visit her poor castle where she lies,
 That she may boast she hath beheld the man
 Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
 Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
45 Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
 When ladies crave to be encountered with.
 You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
 Ne’er trust me, then; for when a world of men
 Could not prevail with all their oratory,
50 Yet hath a woman’s kindness overruled.—
 And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
 And in submission will attend on her.—
 Will not your Honors bear me company?

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 No, truly, ’tis more than manners will;
55 And I have heard it said unbidden guests
 Are often welcomest when they are gone.
 Well then, alone, since there’s no remedy,
 I mean to prove this lady’s courtesy.—
 Come hither, captain.Whispers.
60 You perceive my mind?
 I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
They exit.

Scene 3
Enter Countess of Auvergne, with Porter.

 Porter, remember what I gave in charge,
 And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
PORTER Madam, I will.He exits.
 The plot is laid. If all things fall out right,
5 I shall as famous be by this exploit
 As Scythian Tamyris by Cyrus’ death.
 Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
 And his achievements of no less account.
 Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears
10 To give their censure of these rare reports.

Enter Messenger and Talbot.

 Madam, according as your Ladyship desired,
 By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
 And he is welcome. What, is this the man?

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 Madam, it is.
COUNTESS 15 Is this the scourge of France?
 Is this the Talbot, so much feared abroad
 That with his name the mothers still their babes?
 I see report is fabulous and false.
 I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
20 A second Hector, for his grim aspect
 And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
 Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
 It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
 Should strike such terror to his enemies.
25 Madam, I have been bold to trouble you.
 But since your Ladyship is not at leisure,
 I’ll sort some other time to visit you.
He begins to exit.
COUNTESS, to Messenger 
 What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
 Stay, my Lord Talbot, for my lady craves
30 To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
 Marry, for that she’s in a wrong belief,
 I go to certify her Talbot’s here.

Enter Porter with keys.

COUNTESS, to Talbot 
 If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
 Prisoner? To whom?
COUNTESS 35 To me, bloodthirsty lord.
 And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
 Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
 For in my gallery thy picture hangs.

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 But now the substance shall endure the like,
40 And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
 That hast by tyranny these many years
 Wasted our country, slain our citizens,
 And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
TALBOT Ha, ha, ha!
45 Laughest thou, wretch? Thy mirth shall turn to moan.
 I laugh to see your Ladyship so fond
 To think that you have aught but Talbot’s shadow
 Whereon to practice your severity.
COUNTESS Why, art not thou the man?
TALBOT 50I am, indeed.
COUNTESS Then have I substance too.
 No, no, I am but shadow of myself.
 You are deceived; my substance is not here,
 For what you see is but the smallest part
55 And least proportion of humanity.
 I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
 It is of such a spacious lofty pitch
 Your roof were not sufficient to contain ’t.
 This is a riddling merchant for the nonce:
60 He will be here and yet he is not here.
 How can these contrarieties agree?
 That will I show you presently.
Winds his horn. Drums strike up;
a peal of ordnance.

Enter Soldiers.

 How say you, madam? Are you now persuaded
 That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

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65 These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength,
 With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
 Razeth your cities, and subverts your towns,
 And in a moment makes them desolate.
 Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse.
70 I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,
 And more than may be gathered by thy shape.
 Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath,
 For I am sorry that with reverence
 I did not entertain thee as thou art.
75 Be not dismayed, fair lady, nor misconster
 The mind of Talbot as you did mistake
 The outward composition of his body.
 What you have done hath not offended me,
 Nor other satisfaction do I crave
80 But only, with your patience, that we may
 Taste of your wine and see what cates you have,
 For soldiers’ stomachs always serve them well.
 With all my heart, and think me honorèd
 To feast so great a warrior in my house.
They exit.

Scene 4
Enter Richard Plantagenet, Warwick, Somerset,
William de la Pole the Earl of Suffolk,
Vernon, a Lawyer, and Others.

 Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
 Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

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 Within the Temple Hall we were too loud;
 The garden here is more convenient.
5 Then say at once if I maintained the truth,
 Or else was wrangling Somerset in th’ error?
 Faith, I have been a truant in the law
 And never yet could frame my will to it,
 And therefore frame the law unto my will.
10 Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
 Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch,
 Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth,
 Between two blades, which bears the better temper,
 Between two horses, which doth bear him best,
15 Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,
 I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgment;
 But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
 Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
 Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance!
20 The truth appears so naked on my side
 That any purblind eye may find it out.
 And on my side it is so well appareled,
 So clear, so shining, and so evident,
 That it will glimmer through a blind man’s eye.
25 Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
 In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
 Let him that is a trueborn gentleman
 And stands upon the honor of his birth,
 If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
30 From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.

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 Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
 But dare maintain the party of the truth,
 Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
 I love no colors; and, without all color
35 Of base insinuating flattery,
 I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
 I pluck this red rose with young Somerset,
 And say withal I think he held the right.
 Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more
40 Till you conclude that he upon whose side
 The fewest roses are croppèd from the tree
 Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
 Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
 If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
 Then for the truth and plainness of the case,
 I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
 Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
 Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
50 Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,
 And fall on my side so against your will.
 If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,
 Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
 And keep me on the side where still I am.
SOMERSET 55Well, well, come on, who else?
 Unless my study and my books be false,

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 The argument you held was wrong in law,
 In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
 Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
60 Here in my scabbard, meditating that
 Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
 Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses,
 For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
 The truth on our side.
SOMERSET 65 No, Plantagenet.
 ’Tis not for fear, but anger that thy cheeks
 Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
 And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
 Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
70 Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
 Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth,
 Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
 Well, I’ll find friends to wear my bleeding roses
 That shall maintain what I have said is true,
75 Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
 Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
 I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
 Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
 Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
80 I’ll turn my part thereof into thy throat.

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 Away, away, good William de la Pole!
 We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
 Now, by God’s will, thou wrong’st him, Somerset.
 His grandfather was Lionel, Duke of Clarence,
85 Third son to the third Edward, King of England.
 Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
 He bears him on the place’s privilege,
 Or durst not for his craven heart say thus.
 By Him that made me, I’ll maintain my words
90 On any plot of ground in Christendom.
 Was not thy father Richard, Earl of Cambridge,
 For treason executed in our late king’s days?
 And, by his treason, stand’st not thou attainted,
 Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
95 His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood,
 And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
 My father was attachèd, not attainted,
 Condemned to die for treason, but no traitor;
 And that I’ll prove on better men than Somerset,
100 Were growing time once ripened to my will.
 For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
 I’ll note you in my book of memory
 To scourge you for this apprehension.
 Look to it well, and say you are well warned.
105 Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still,
 And know us by these colors for thy foes,
 For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
 And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
 As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,

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110 Will I forever, and my faction, wear
 Until it wither with me to my grave
 Or flourish to the height of my degree.
 Go forward, and be choked with thy ambition!
 And so farewell, until I meet thee next.He exits.
115 Have with thee, Pole.—Farewell, ambitious Richard.
He exits.
 How I am braved, and must perforce endure it!
 This blot that they object against your house
 Shall be whipped out in the next parliament,
 Called for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
120 And if thou be not then created York,
 I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
 Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
 Against proud Somerset and William Pole
 Will I upon thy party wear this rose.
125 And here I prophesy: this brawl today,
 Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,
 Shall send, between the red rose and the white,
 A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
 Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
130 That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
 In your behalf still will I wear the same.
 And so will I.
PLANTAGENET  Thanks, gentle sir.
 Come, let us four to dinner. I dare say
135 This quarrel will drink blood another day.
They exit.

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ACT 2. SC. 5

Scene 5
Enter Edmund Mortimer, brought in a chair,
and Jailers.

 Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
 Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
 Even like a man new-halèd from the rack,
 So fare my limbs with long imprisonment;
5 And these gray locks, the pursuivants of death,
 Nestor-like agèd in an age of care,
 Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer;
 These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
 Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
10 Weak shoulders, overborne with burdening grief,
 And pithless arms, like to a withered vine
 That droops his sapless branches to the ground;
 Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
 Unable to support this lump of clay,
15 Swift-wingèd with desire to get a grave,
 As witting I no other comfort have.
 But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
 Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come.
 We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber,
20 And answer was returned that he will come.
 Enough. My soul shall then be satisfied.
 Poor gentleman, his wrong doth equal mine.
 Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
 Before whose glory I was great in arms,
25 This loathsome sequestration have I had;
 And even since then hath Richard been obscured,
 Deprived of honor and inheritance.
 But now the arbitrator of despairs,

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 Just Death, kind umpire of men’s miseries,
30 With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence.
 I would his troubles likewise were expired,
 That so he might recover what was lost.

Enter Richard Plantagenet.

 My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
 Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
35 Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
 Your nephew, late despisèd Richard, comes.
MORTIMER, to Jailer 
 Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck
 And in his bosom spend my latter gasp.
 O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
40 That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
He embraces Richard.
 And now declare, sweet stem from York’s great stock,
 Why didst thou say of late thou wert despised?
 First, lean thine agèd back against mine arm,
 And in that ease I’ll tell thee my disease.
45 This day, in argument upon a case,
 Some words there grew ’twixt Somerset and me,
 Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
 And did upbraid me with my father’s death;
 Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
50 Else with the like I had requited him.
 Therefore, good uncle, for my father’s sake,
 In honor of a true Plantagenet,
 And for alliance’ sake, declare the cause
 My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.

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55 That cause, fair nephew, that imprisoned me
 And hath detained me all my flow’ring youth
 Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
 Was cursèd instrument of his decease.
 Discover more at large what cause that was,
60 For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
 I will, if that my fading breath permit
 And death approach not ere my tale be done.
 Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
 Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward’s son,
65 The first begotten and the lawful heir
 Of Edward king, the third of that descent;
 During whose reign the Percies of the north,
 Finding his usurpation most unjust,
 Endeavored my advancement to the throne.
70 The reason moved these warlike lords to this
 Was, for that—young Richard thus removed,
 Leaving no heir begotten of his body—
 I was the next by birth and parentage;
 For by my mother I derivèd am
75 From Lionel, Duke of Clarence, third son
 To King Edward the Third; whereas he
 From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
 Being but fourth of that heroic line.
 But mark: as in this haughty great attempt
80 They laborèd to plant the rightful heir,
 I lost my liberty and they their lives.
 Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
 Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
 Thy father, Earl of Cambridge then, derived
85 From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
 Marrying my sister that thy mother was,

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 Again, in pity of my hard distress,
 Levied an army, weening to redeem
 And have installed me in the diadem.
90 But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
 And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
 In whom the title rested, were suppressed.
 Of which, my lord, your Honor is the last.
 True, and thou seest that I no issue have
95 And that my fainting words do warrant death.
 Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather.
 But yet be wary in thy studious care.
 Thy grave admonishments prevail with me.
 But yet methinks my father’s execution
100 Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
 With silence, nephew, be thou politic;
 Strong-fixèd is the house of Lancaster,
 And, like a mountain, not to be removed.
 But now thy uncle is removing hence,
105 As princes do their courts when they are cloyed
 With long continuance in a settled place.
 O uncle, would some part of my young years
 Might but redeem the passage of your age.
 Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
110 Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
 Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
 Only give order for my funeral.
 And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes,
 And prosperous be thy life in peace and war.

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115 And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul.
 In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage,
 And like a hermit overpassed thy days.—
 Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast,
 And what I do imagine, let that rest.—
120 Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
 Will see his burial better than his life.
Jailers exit carrying Mortimer’s body.
 Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
 Choked with ambition of the meaner sort.
 And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
125 Which Somerset hath offered to my house,
 I doubt not but with honor to redress.
 And therefore haste I to the Parliament,
 Either to be restorèd to my blood,
 Or make mine ill th’ advantage of my good.
He exits.

Scene 1
Flourish. Enter King Henry, Exeter, Gloucester, and
Winchester; Richard Plantagenet and Warwick,
with white roses; Somerset and Suffolk, with red
roses; and Others.
 Gloucester offers to put up a bill.
Winchester snatches it, tears it.

 Com’st thou with deep premeditated lines,
 With written pamphlets studiously devised?
 Humphrey of Gloucester, if thou canst accuse
 Or aught intend’st to lay unto my charge,
5 Do it without invention, suddenly,
 As I with sudden and extemporal speech
 Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
 Presumptuous priest, this place commands my
10 Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonored me.
 Think not, although in writing I preferred
 The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
 That therefore I have forged or am not able
 Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen.
15 No, prelate, such is thy audacious wickedness,
 Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,
 As very infants prattle of thy pride.
 Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
 Froward by nature, enemy to peace,
20 Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems

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ACT 3. SC. 1

 A man of thy profession and degree.
 And for thy treachery, what’s more manifest,
 In that thou laid’st a trap to take my life
 As well at London Bridge as at the Tower?
25 Besides, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
 The King, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
 From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
 Gloucester, I do defy thee.—Lords, vouchsafe
 To give me hearing what I shall reply.
30 If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,
 As he will have me, how am I so poor?
 Or how haps it I seek not to advance
 Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
 And for dissension, who preferreth peace
35 More than I do, except I be provoked?
 No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
 It is not that that hath incensed the Duke.
 It is because no one should sway but he,
 No one but he should be about the King;
40 And that engenders thunder in his breast
 And makes him roar these accusations forth.
 But he shall know I am as good—
 Thou bastard of my grandfather!
45 Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
 But one imperious in another’s throne?
 Am I not Protector, saucy priest?
 And am not I a prelate of the Church?
 Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps,
50 And useth it to patronage his theft.

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ACT 3. SC. 1

 Unreverent Gloucester!
GLOUCESTER  Thou art reverend
 Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
 Rome shall remedy this.
GLOUCESTER 55 Roam thither then.
WARWICK, to Winchester 
 My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
 Ay, so the Bishop be not overborne.
 Methinks my lord should be religious,
 And know the office that belongs to such.
60 Methinks his Lordship should be humbler.
 It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
 Yes, when his holy state is touched so near.
 State holy, or unhallowed, what of that?
 Is not his Grace Protector to the King?
65 Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
 Lest it be said “Speak, sirrah, when you should;
 Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?”
 Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
 Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
70 The special watchmen of our English weal,
 I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
 To join your hearts in love and amity.
 O, what a scandal is it to our crown
 That two such noble peers as you should jar!
75 Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
 Civil dissension is a viperous worm
 That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

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ACT 3. SC. 1

A noise within: “Down with the tawny coats!”
 What tumult ’s this?
WARWICK  An uproar, I dare warrant,
80 Begun through malice of the Bishop’s men.
A noise again: “Stones! Stones!”

Enter Mayor.

 O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
 Pity the city of London, pity us!
 The Bishop and the Duke of Gloucester’s men,
 Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
85 Have filled their pockets full of pebble stones
 And, banding themselves in contrary parts,
 Do pelt so fast at one another’s pate
 That many have their giddy brains knocked out;
 Our windows are broke down in every street,
90 And we, for fear, compelled to shut our shops.

Enter Servingmen in skirmish with bloody pates.

 We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
 To hold your slaught’ring hands and keep the peace.—
 Pray, Uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
FIRST SERVINGMAN Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we’ll
95 fall to it with our teeth.
 Do what you dare, we are as
 resolute.Skirmish again.
 You of my household, leave this peevish broil,
 And set this unaccustomed fight aside.
100 My lord, we know your Grace to be a man
 Just and upright, and, for your royal birth,

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ACT 3. SC. 1

 Inferior to none but to his Majesty;
 And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
 So kind a father of the commonweal,
105 To be disgracèd by an inkhorn mate,
 We and our wives and children all will fight
 And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
 Ay, and the very parings of our nails
 Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
Begin again.
GLOUCESTER 110Stay, stay, I say!
 And if you love me, as you say you do,
 Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
 O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
 Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
115 My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?
 Who should be pitiful if you be not?
 Or who should study to prefer a peace
 If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
 Yield, my Lord Protector—yield, Winchester—
120 Except you mean with obstinate repulse
 To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
 You see what mischief, and what murder too,
 Hath been enacted through your enmity.
 Then be at peace, except you thirst for blood.
125 He shall submit, or I will never yield.
 Compassion on the King commands me stoop,
 Or I would see his heart out ere the priest
 Should ever get that privilege of me.
 Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the Duke
130 Hath banished moody discontented fury,

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ACT 3. SC. 1

 As by his smoothèd brows it doth appear.
 Why look you still so stern and tragical?
 Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
Winchester refuses Gloucester’s hand.
 Fie, Uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
135 That malice was a great and grievous sin;
 And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
 But prove a chief offender in the same?
 Sweet king! The Bishop hath a kindly gird.—
 For shame, my Lord of Winchester, relent;
140 What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
 Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
 Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
They take each other’s hand.
 Ay, but I fear me with a hollow heart.—
 See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
145 This token serveth for a flag of truce
 Betwixt ourselves and all our followers,
 So help me God, as I dissemble not.
 So help me God, as I intend it not.
 O, loving uncle—kind Duke of Gloucester—
150 How joyful am I made by this contract.
 To the Servingmen. Away, my masters, trouble us
 no more,
 But join in friendship as your lords have done.
FIRST SERVINGMAN Content. I’ll to the surgeon’s.

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ACT 3. SC. 1

THIRD SERVINGMAN And I will see what physic the tavern
They exit with Mayor and Others.
WARWICK, presenting a scroll 
 Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
 Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
160 We do exhibit to your Majesty.
 Well urged, my Lord of Warwick.—For, sweet prince,
 An if your Grace mark every circumstance,
 You have great reason to do Richard right,
 Especially for those occasions
165 At Eltham Place I told your Majesty.
 And those occasions, uncle, were of force.—
 Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
 That Richard be restorèd to his blood.
 Let Richard be restorèd to his blood;
170 So shall his father’s wrongs be recompensed.
 As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
 If Richard will be true, not that alone
 But all the whole inheritance I give
 That doth belong unto the house of York,
175 From whence you spring by lineal descent.
 Thy humble servant vows obedience
 And humble service till the point of death.
 Stoop then, and set your knee against my foot;
Plantagenet kneels.
 And in reguerdon of that duty done
180 I girt thee with the valiant sword of York.

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ACT 3. SC. 1

 Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
 And rise created princely Duke of York.
YORK, formerly PLANTAGENET, standing 
 And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
 And as my duty springs, so perish they
185 That grudge one thought against your Majesty.
 Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York.
SOMERSET, aside 
 Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York.
 Now will it best avail your Majesty
 To cross the seas and to be crowned in France.
190 The presence of a king engenders love
 Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
 As it disanimates his enemies.
 When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes,
 For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
195 Your ships already are in readiness.
Sennet. Flourish. All but Exeter exit.
 Ay, we may march in England or in France,
 Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
 This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
 Burns under feignèd ashes of forged love
200 And will at last break out into a flame.
 As festered members rot but by degree
 Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
 So will this base and envious discord breed.
 And now I fear that fatal prophecy
205 Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
 Was in the mouth of every sucking babe:
 That Henry born at Monmouth should win all,

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ACT 3. SC. 2

 And Henry born at Windsor should lose all,
 Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
210 His days may finish ere that hapless time.
He exits.

Scene 2
Enter Pucelle disguised, with four Soldiers with sacks
upon their backs.

 These are the city gates, the gates of Roan,
 Through which our policy must make a breach.
 Take heed. Be wary how you place your words;
 Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
5 That come to gather money for their corn.
 If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
 And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
 I’ll by a sign give notice to our friends,
 That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
10 Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
 And we be lords and rulers over Roan;
 Therefore we’ll knock.
WATCH, within 
 Qui là?
PUCELLE  Paysans la pauvre gens de France:
15 Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.
 Enter, go in. The market bell is rung.
PUCELLE, aside 
 Now, Roan, I’ll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.
They exit.

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ACT 3. SC. 2

Enter Charles, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier,
and Soldiers.

 Saint Dennis bless this happy stratagem
 And once again we’ll sleep secure in Roan.
20 Here entered Pucelle and her practisants.
 Now she is there, how will she specify
 “Here is the best and safest passage in”?
 By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower,
 Which, once discerned, shows that her meaning is:
25 No way to that, for weakness, which she entered.

Enter Pucelle on the top, thrusting out a torch burning.

 Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
 That joineth Roan unto her countrymen,
 But burning fatal to the Talbonites.
 See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;
30 The burning torch, in yonder turret stands.
 Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
 A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
 Defer no time; delays have dangerous ends.
 Enter and cry “The Dauphin!” presently,
35 And then do execution on the watch.
Alarum. They exit.

An Alarum. Enter Talbot in an excursion.

 France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
 If Talbot but survive thy treachery.

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ACT 3. SC. 2

 Pucelle, that witch, that damnèd sorceress,
 Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
40 That hardly we escaped the pride of France.
He exits.

An alarum. Excursions. Bedford brought in sick in
a chair, carried by two Attendants. Enter Talbot
and Burgundy without; within, Pucelle with a sack
of grain, Charles, Bastard, Alanson, and Reignier
on the walls.

PUCELLE, to those below 
 Good morrow, gallants. Want you corn for bread?
She scatters grain on those below.
 I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
 Before he’ll buy again at such a rate.
 ’Twas full of darnel. Do you like the taste?
45 Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtesan!
 I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own,
 And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
 Your Grace may starve, perhaps, before that time.
 O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason.
50 What will you do, good graybeard? Break a lance
 And run a-tilt at Death within a chair?
 Foul fiend of France and hag of all despite,
 Encompassed with thy lustful paramours,
 Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
55 And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
 Damsel, I’ll have a bout with you again,
 Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

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ACT 3. SC. 2

 Are you so hot, sir? Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace,
 If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
Those below whisper together in council.
60 God speed the Parliament! Who shall be the Speaker?
 Dare you come forth and meet us in the field?
 Belike your Lordship takes us then for fools,
 To try if that our own be ours or no.
 I speak not to that railing Hecate,
65 But unto thee, Alanson, and the rest.
 Will you, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
ALANSON Seigneur, no.
 Seigneur, hang! Base muleteers of France,
 Like peasant footboys do they keep the walls
70 And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
 Away, captains. Let’s get us from the walls,
 For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.—
 Goodbye, my lord. We came but to tell you
 That we are here.They exit from the walls.
75 And there will we be too, ere it be long,
 Or else reproach be Talbot’s greatest fame.—
 Vow, Burgundy, by honor of thy house,
 Pricked on by public wrongs sustained in France,
 Either to get the town again or die.
80 And I, as sure as English Henry lives,
 And as his father here was conqueror,
 As sure as in this late-betrayèd town
 Great Coeur-de-lion’s heart was burièd,
 So sure I swear to get the town or die.

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ACT 3. SC. 2

85 My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
 But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
 The valiant Duke of Bedford.—Come, my lord,
 We will bestow you in some better place,
 Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.
90 Lord Talbot, do not so dishonor me.
 Here will I sit, before the walls of Roan,
 And will be partner of your weal or woe.
 Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you—
 Not to be gone from hence, for once I read
95 That stout Pendragon, in his litter sick,
 Came to the field and vanquishèd his foes.
 Methinks I should revive the soldiers’ hearts
 Because I ever found them as myself.
 Undaunted spirit in a dying breast,
100 Then be it so. Heavens keep old Bedford safe!—
 And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
 But gather we our forces out of hand
 And set upon our boasting enemy.
He exits with Burgundy.
Bedford and Attendants remain.

An alarum. Excursions. Enter Sir John Fastolf
and a Captain.

 Whither away, Sir John Fastolf, in such haste?
105 Whither away? To save myself by flight.
 We are like to have the overthrow again.

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ACT 3. SC. 2

 What, will you fly and leave Lord Talbot?
 All the Talbots in the world, to save my life.
He exits.
110 Cowardly knight, ill fortune follow thee.
He exits.

Retreat. Excursions. Pucelle, Alanson, and Charles
enter, pursued by English Soldiers, and fly.

 Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
 For I have seen our enemies’ overthrow.
 What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
 They that of late were daring with their scoffs
115 Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
Bedford dies, and is carried
in by two in his chair.

An alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the rest.

 Lost and recovered in a day again!
 This is a double honor, Burgundy.
 Yet heavens have glory for this victory.
 Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
120 Enshrines thee in his heart, and there erects
 Thy noble deeds as valor’s monuments.
 Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?
 I think her old familiar is asleep.
 Now where’s the Bastard’s braves and Charles his
125 gleeks?
 What, all amort? Roan hangs her head for grief

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ACT 3. SC. 3

 That such a valiant company are fled.
 Now will we take some order in the town,
 Placing therein some expert officers,
130 And then depart to Paris to the King,
 For there young Henry with his nobles lie.
 What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.
 But yet, before we go, let’s not forget
 The noble Duke of Bedford late-deceased,
135 But see his exequies fulfilled in Roan.
 A braver soldier never couchèd lance,
 A gentler heart did never sway in court.
 But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
 For that’s the end of human misery.
They exit.

Scene 3
Enter Charles, Bastard, Alanson, Pucelle, and Soldiers.

 Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
 Nor grieve that Roan is so recoverèd.
 Care is no cure, but rather corrosive
 For things that are not to be remedied.
5 Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,
 And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
 We’ll pull his plumes and take away his train,
 If dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
 We have been guided by thee hitherto,
10 And of thy cunning had no diffidence.
 One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

BASTARD, to Pucelle 
 Search out thy wit for secret policies,
 And we will make thee famous through the world.
ALANSON, to Pucelle 
 We’ll set thy statue in some holy place
15 And have thee reverenced like a blessèd saint.
 Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
 Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
 By fair persuasions mixed with sugared words
 We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
20 To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
 Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
 France were no place for Henry’s warriors,
 Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
 But be extirpèd from our provinces.
25 Forever should they be expulsed from France,
 And not have title of an earldom here.
 Your honors shall perceive how I will work
 To bring this matter to the wishèd end.
Drum sounds afar off.
 Hark! By the sound of drum you may perceive
30 Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
Here sound an English march.
 There goes the Talbot with his colors spread,
 And all the troops of English after him.
French march.
 Now in the rearward comes the Duke and his.
 Fortune in favor makes him lag behind.
35 Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
Trumpets sound a parley.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

 A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!

Enter Burgundy.

 Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
 The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
 What say’st thou, Charles?—for I am marching hence.
CHARLES, aside to Pucelle 
40 Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.
 Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France,
 Stay; let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
 Speak on, but be not over-tedious.
 Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
45 And see the cities and the towns defaced
 By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
 As looks the mother on her lowly babe
 When death doth close his tender-dying eyes,
 See, see the pining malady of France:
50 Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
 Which thou thyself hast given her woeful breast.
 O, turn thy edgèd sword another way;
 Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
 One drop of blood drawn from thy country’s bosom
55 Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore.
 Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
 And wash away thy country’s stainèd spots.
BURGUNDY, aside 
 Either she hath bewitched me with her words,
 Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

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ACT 3. SC. 3

60 Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,
 Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
 Who join’st thou with but with a lordly nation
 That will not trust thee but for profit’s sake?
 When Talbot hath set footing once in France
65 And fashioned thee that instrument of ill,
 Who then but English Henry will be lord,
 And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
 Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof:
 Was not the Duke of Orleance thy foe?
70 And was he not in England prisoner?
 But when they heard he was thine enemy,
 They set him free, without his ransom paid,
 In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
 See then, thou fight’st against thy countrymen,
75 And join’st with them will be thy slaughtermen.
 Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord.
 Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
BURGUNDY, aside 
 I am vanquishèd. These haughty words of hers
 Have battered me like roaring cannon-shot,
80 And made me almost yield upon my knees.—
 Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen;
 And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace.
He embraces Charles, Bastard, and Alanson.
 My forces and my power of men are yours.
 So, farewell, Talbot. I’ll no longer trust thee.
PUCELLE, aside 
85 Done like a Frenchman: turn and turn again.
 Welcome, brave duke. Thy friendship makes us fresh.
 And doth beget new courage in our breasts.

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ACT 3. SC. 4

 Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this
 And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
90 Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
 And seek how we may prejudice the foe.
They exit.

Scene 4
Flourish. Enter the King, Gloucester, Winchester,
Exeter; York, Warwick, and Vernon, with white roses;
Somerset, Suffolk, and Basset, with red roses.
To them, with his Soldiers, Talbot.

 My gracious prince and honorable peers,
 Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
 I have awhile given truce unto my wars
 To do my duty to my sovereign;
5 In sign whereof, this arm, that hath reclaimed
 To your obedience fifty fortresses,
 Twelve cities, and seven walled towns of strength,
 Besides five hundred prisoners of esteem,
 Lets fall his sword before your Highness’ feet,
10 And with submissive loyalty of heart
 Ascribes the glory of his conquest got
 First to my God, and next unto your Grace.
He kneels.
 Is this the Lord Talbot, Uncle Gloucester,
 That hath so long been resident in France?
15 Yes, if it please your Majesty, my liege.

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ACT 3. SC. 4

 Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord.
 When I was young—as yet I am not old—
 I do remember how my father said
 A stouter champion never handled sword.
20 Long since we were resolvèd of your truth,
 Your faithful service, and your toil in war;
 Yet never have you tasted our reward
 Or been reguerdoned with so much as thanks,
 Because till now we never saw your face.
25 Therefore stand up; and for these good deserts
 We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
 And in our coronation take your place.Talbot rises.
Sennet. Flourish. All except
Vernon and Basset exit.

 Now, sir, to you that were so hot at sea,
 Disgracing of these colors that I wear
30 In honor of my noble Lord of York,
 Dar’st thou maintain the former words thou spak’st?
 Yes, sir, as well as you dare patronage
 The envious barking of your saucy tongue
 Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
35 Sirrah, thy lord I honor as he is.
 Why, what is he? As good a man as York.
 Hark you, not so; in witness, take you that.
Strikes him.
 Villain, thou knowest the law of arms is such
 That whoso draws a sword ’tis present death,
40 Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.

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ACT 3. SC. 4

 But I’ll unto his Majesty, and crave
 I may have liberty to venge this wrong,
 When thou shalt see I’ll meet thee to thy cost.
He exits.
 Well, miscreant, I’ll be there as soon as you,
45 And after meet you sooner than you would.
He exits.

Scene 1
Flourish. Enter King, Gloucester, Winchester, Talbot,
Exeter; York and Warwick, with white roses; Suffolk
and Somerset, with red roses; Governor of Paris,
and Others.

 Lord Bishop, set the crown upon his head.
WINCHESTER, crowning King Henry 
 God save King Henry, of that name the Sixth!
 Now, Governor of Paris, take your oath.
Governor kneels.
 That you elect no other king but him;
5 Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
 And none your foes but such as shall pretend
 Malicious practices against his state:
 This shall you do, so help you righteous God.
Governor rises.

Enter Fastolf.

 My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Callice
10 To haste unto your coronation,
 A letter was delivered to my hands,
 Writ to your Grace from th’ Duke of Burgundy.
He hands the King a paper.
 Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!

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ACT 4. SC. 1

 I vowed, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
15 To tear the Garter from thy craven’s leg,
(tearing it off)
 Which I have done, because unworthily
 Thou wast installèd in that high degree.—
 Pardon me, princely Henry and the rest.
 This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
20 When but in all I was six thousand strong
 And that the French were almost ten to one,
 Before we met or that a stroke was given,
 Like to a trusty squire did run away;
 In which assault we lost twelve hundred men.
25 Myself and divers gentlemen besides
 Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
 Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss,
 Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
 This ornament of knighthood—yea or no?
30 To say the truth, this fact was infamous
 And ill beseeming any common man,
 Much more a knight, a captain, and a leader.
 When first this Order was ordained, my lords,
 Knights of the Garter were of noble birth,
35 Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
 Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
 Not fearing death nor shrinking for distress,
 But always resolute in most extremes.
 He then that is not furnished in this sort
40 Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
 Profaning this most honorable Order,
 And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
 Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
 That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
KING HENRY, to Fastolf 
45 Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear’st thy doom.

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ACT 4. SC. 1

 Be packing therefore, thou that wast a knight.
 Henceforth we banish thee on pain of death.
Fastolf exits.
 And now, my lord protector, view the letter
 Sent from our uncle, Duke of Burgundy.
He hands the paper to Gloucester.
50 What means his Grace that he hath changed his style?
 No more but, plain and bluntly, “To the King”!
 Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
 Or doth this churlish superscription
 Pretend some alteration in good will?
55 What’s here? (Reads.)
 I have upon especial cause,
 Moved with compassion of my country’s wrack,
 Together with the pitiful complaints
 Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
60 Forsaken your pernicious faction
 And joined with Charles, the rightful king of France.

 O monstrous treachery! Can this be so?
 That in alliance, amity, and oaths
 There should be found such false dissembling guile?
65 What? Doth my Uncle Burgundy revolt?
 He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
 Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
 It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
 Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
70 And give him chastisement for this abuse.—
 How say you, my lord, are you not content?

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ACT 4. SC. 1

 Content, my liege? Yes. But that I am prevented,
 I should have begged I might have been employed.
 Then gather strength and march unto him straight;
75 Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
 And what offense it is to flout his friends.
 I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
 You may behold confusion of your foes.He exits.

Enter Vernon, with a white rose, and Basset,
with a red rose.

 Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
80 And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
YORK, indicating Vernon 
 This is my servant; hear him, noble prince.
SOMERSET, indicating Basset 
 And this is mine, sweet Henry; favor him.
 Be patient, lords, and give them leave to speak.—
 Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim,
85 And wherefore crave you combat, or with whom?
 With him, my lord, for he hath done me wrong.
 And I with him, for he hath done me wrong.
 What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
 First let me know, and then I’ll answer you.
90 Crossing the sea from England into France,
 This fellow here with envious carping tongue
 Upbraided me about the rose I wear,

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ACT 4. SC. 1

 Saying the sanguine color of the leaves
 Did represent my master’s blushing cheeks
95 When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
 About a certain question in the law
 Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him,
 With other vile and ignominious terms.
 In confutation of which rude reproach,
100 And in defense of my lord’s worthiness,
 I crave the benefit of law of arms.
 And that is my petition, noble lord;
 For though he seem with forgèd quaint conceit
 To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
105 Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him,
 And he first took exceptions at this badge,
 Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
 Bewrayed the faintness of my master’s heart.
 Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
110 Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
 Though ne’er so cunningly you smother it.
 Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men
 When for so slight and frivolous a cause
 Such factious emulations shall arise!
115 Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
 Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
 Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
 And then your Highness shall command a peace.
 The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
120 Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
YORK, throwing down a gage 
 There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.

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ACT 4. SC. 1

VERNON, to Somerset 
 Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
BASSET, to Somerset 
 Confirm it so, mine honorable lord.
 Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife,
125 And perish you with your audacious prate!
 Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
 With this immodest clamorous outrage
 To trouble and disturb the King and us?—
 And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
130 To bear with their perverse objections,
 Much less to take occasion from their mouths
 To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves.
 Let me persuade you take a better course.
 It grieves his Highness. Good my lords, be friends.
135 Come hither, you that would be combatants:
 Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favor,
 Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.—
 And you, my lords, remember where we are:
 In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation.
140 If they perceive dissension in our looks,
 And that within ourselves we disagree,
 How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
 To willful disobedience and rebel!
 Besides, what infamy will there arise
145 When foreign princes shall be certified
 That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
 King Henry’s peers and chief nobility
 Destroyed themselves and lost the realm of France!
 O, think upon the conquest of my father,
150 My tender years, and let us not forgo
 That for a trifle that was bought with blood.
 Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.

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ACT 4. SC. 1

 I see no reason if I wear this rose
 That anyone should therefore be suspicious
155 I more incline to Somerset than York.
He puts on a red rose.
 Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both.
 As well they may upbraid me with my crown
 Because, forsooth, the King of Scots is crowned.
 But your discretions better can persuade
160 Than I am able to instruct or teach;
 And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
 So let us still continue peace and love.
 Cousin of York, we institute your Grace
 To be our regent in these parts of France;—
165 And good my Lord of Somerset, unite
 Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
 And like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
 Go cheerfully together and digest
 Your angry choler on your enemies.
170 Ourself, my lord protector, and the rest,
 After some respite, will return to Callice;
 From thence to England, where I hope ere long
 To be presented, by your victories,
 With Charles, Alanson, and that traitorous rout.
Flourish. All but York, Warwick, Exeter, Vernon exit.
175 My Lord of York, I promise you the King
 Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
 And so he did, but yet I like it not
 In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
 Tush, that was but his fancy; blame him not.
180 I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
 And if iwis he did—but let it rest.
 Other affairs must now be managèd.

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ACT 4. SC. 2

York, Warwick and Vernon exit.
Exeter remains.

 Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice,
 For had the passions of thy heart burst out,
185 I fear we should have seen deciphered there
 More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
 Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
 But howsoe’er, no simple man that sees
 This jarring discord of nobility,
190 This shouldering of each other in the court,
 This factious bandying of their favorites,
 But sees it doth presage some ill event.
 ’Tis much when scepters are in children’s hands,
 But more when envy breeds unkind division:
195 There comes the ruin; there begins confusion.
He exits.

Scene 2
Enter Talbot with Soldiers and Trump and Drum
before Bordeaux.

 Go to the gates of Bordeaux, trumpeter.
 Summon their general unto the wall.

Trumpet sounds. Enter General and Others aloft.

 English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
 Servant-in-arms to Harry, King of England,
5 And thus he would: open your city gates,
 Be humble to us, call my sovereign yours,
 And do him homage as obedient subjects,
 And I’ll withdraw me and my bloody power.
 But if you frown upon this proffered peace,
10 You tempt the fury of my three attendants,

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ACT 4. SC. 2

 Lean Famine, quartering Steel, and climbing Fire,
 Who, in a moment, even with the earth
 Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
 If you forsake the offer of their love.
15 Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
 Our nation’s terror and their bloody scourge,
 The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
 On us thou canst not enter but by death;
 For I protest we are well fortified
20 And strong enough to issue out and fight.
 If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
 Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee.
 On either hand thee, there are squadrons pitched
 To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
25 And no way canst thou turn thee for redress
 But Death doth front thee with apparent spoil,
 And pale Destruction meets thee in the face.
 Ten thousand French have ta’en the Sacrament
 To rive their dangerous artillery
30 Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
 Lo, there thou stand’st, a breathing valiant man
 Of an invincible unconquered spirit.
 This is the latest glory of thy praise
 That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
35 For ere the glass that now begins to run
 Finish the process of his sandy hour,
 These eyes, that see thee now well-colorèd,
 Shall see thee withered, bloody, pale, and dead.
Drum afar off.
 Hark, hark, the Dauphin’s drum, a warning bell,
40 Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul,
 And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.
He exits, aloft, with Others.

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ACT 4. SC. 3

 He fables not; I hear the enemy.
 Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
Some Soldiers exit.
 O, negligent and heedless discipline,
45 How are we parked and bounded in a pale,
 A little herd of England’s timorous deer
 Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs.
 If we be English deer, be then in blood,
 Not rascal-like to fall down with a pinch,
50 But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,
 Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
 And make the cowards stand aloof at bay.
 Sell every man his life as dear as mine
 And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
55 God and Saint George, Talbot and England’s right,
 Prosper our colors in this dangerous fight!
He exits with Soldiers, Drum and Trumpet.

Scene 3
Enter a Messenger that meets York. Enter York
with Trumpet and many Soldiers.

 Are not the speedy scouts returned again
 That dogged the mighty army of the Dauphin?
 They are returned, my lord, and give it out
 That he is marched to Bordeaux with his power
5 To fight with Talbot. As he marched along,
 By your espials were discoverèd
 Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
 Which joined with him and made their march for
 Bordeaux.He exits.

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ACT 4. SC. 3

10 A plague upon that villain Somerset
 That thus delays my promisèd supply
 Of horsemen that were levied for this siege!
 Renownèd Talbot doth expect my aid,
 And I am louted by a traitor villain
15 And cannot help the noble chevalier.
 God comfort him in this necessity.
 If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

Enter Sir William Lucy.

 Thou princely leader of our English strength,
 Never so needful on the earth of France,
20 Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
 Who now is girdled with a waist of iron
 And hemmed about with grim destruction.
 To Bordeaux, warlike duke! To Bordeaux, York!
 Else farewell Talbot, France, and England’s honor.
25 O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
 Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot’s place!
 So should we save a valiant gentleman
 By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
 Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep
30 That thus we die while remiss traitors sleep.
 O, send some succor to the distressed lord!
 He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
 We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get,
 All long of this vile traitor Somerset.
35 Then God take mercy on brave Talbot’s soul,
 And on his son, young John, who two hours since
 I met in travel toward his warlike father.

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ACT 4. SC. 4

 This seven years did not Talbot see his son,
 And now they meet where both their lives are done.
40 Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
 To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
 Away! Vexation almost stops my breath,
 That sundered friends greet in the hour of death.
 Lucy, farewell. No more my fortune can
45 But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
 Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours are won away,
 Long all of Somerset and his delay.
York and his Soldiers exit.
 Thus while the vulture of sedition
 Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
50 Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
 The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,
 That ever-living man of memory,
 Henry the Fifth. Whiles they each other cross,
 Lives, honors, lands, and all hurry to loss.
He exits.

Scene 4
Enter Somerset with his army and a Captain
from Talbot’s army.

 It is too late; I cannot send them now.
 This expedition was by York and Talbot
 Too rashly plotted. All our general force
 Might with a sally of the very town
5 Be buckled with. The overdaring Talbot
 Hath sullied all his gloss of former honor
 By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure.

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ACT 4. SC. 4

 York set him on to fight and die in shame
 That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.

Enter Sir William Lucy.

10 Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
 Set from our o’er-matched forces forth for aid.
 How now, Sir William, whither were you sent?
 Whither, my lord? From bought and sold Lord Talbot,
 Who, ringed about with bold adversity,
15 Cries out for noble York and Somerset
 To beat assailing Death from his weak regions;
 And whiles the honorable captain there
 Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs
 And, in advantage ling’ring, looks for rescue,
20 You, his false hopes, the trust of England’s honor,
 Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
 Let not your private discord keep away
 The levied succors that should lend him aid,
 While he, renownèd noble gentleman,
25 Yield up his life unto a world of odds.
 Orleance the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
 Alanson, Reignier compass him about,
 And Talbot perisheth by your default.
 York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
30 And York as fast upon your Grace exclaims,
 Swearing that you withhold his levied host
 Collected for this expedition.
 York lies. He might have sent and had the horse.
 I owe him little duty and less love,
35 And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.

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ACT 4. SC. 5

 The fraud of England, not the force of France,
 Hath now entrapped the noble-minded Talbot.
 Never to England shall he bear his life,
 But dies betrayed to fortune by your strife.
40 Come, go. I will dispatch the horsemen straight.
 Within six hours they will be at his aid.
 Too late comes rescue; he is ta’en or slain,
 For fly he could not if he would have fled;
 And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
45 If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu.
 His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
They exit.

Scene 5
Enter Talbot and John Talbot, his son.

 O young John Talbot, I did send for thee
 To tutor thee in stratagems of war,
 That Talbot’s name might be in thee revived
 When sapless age and weak unable limbs
5 Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
 But—O, malignant and ill-boding stars!—
 Now thou art come unto a feast of Death,
 A terrible and unavoided danger.
 Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse,
10 And I’ll direct thee how thou shalt escape
 By sudden flight. Come, dally not, be gone.

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ACT 4. SC. 5

 Is my name Talbot? And am I your son?
 And shall I fly? O, if you love my mother,
 Dishonor not her honorable name
15 To make a bastard and a slave of me!
 The world will say “He is not Talbot’s blood,
 That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.”
 Fly, to revenge my death if I be slain.
 He that flies so will ne’er return again.
20 If we both stay, we both are sure to die.
 Then let me stay and, father, do you fly.
 Your loss is great; so your regard should be.
 My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
 Upon my death, the French can little boast;
25 In yours they will; in you all hopes are lost.
 Flight cannot stain the honor you have won,
 But mine it will, that no exploit have done.
 You fled for vantage, everyone will swear;
 But if I bow, they’ll say it was for fear.
30 There is no hope that ever I will stay
 If the first hour I shrink and run away.He kneels.
 Here on my knee I beg mortality,
 Rather than life preserved with infamy.
 Shall all thy mother’s hopes lie in one tomb?
35 Ay, rather than I’ll shame my mother’s womb.
 Upon my blessing I command thee go.
 To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.

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ACT 4. SC. 5

 Part of thy father may be saved in thee.
 No part of him but will be shame in me.
40 Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.
 Yes, your renownèd name; shall flight abuse it?
 Thy father’s charge shall clear thee from that stain.
 You cannot witness for me, being slain.
 If death be so apparent, then both fly.
45 And leave my followers here to fight and die?
 My age was never tainted with such shame.
 And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
He rises.
 No more can I be severed from your side
 Than can yourself yourself in twain divide.
50 Stay, go, do what you will; the like do I,
 For live I will not, if my father die.
 Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,
 Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
 Come, side by side, together live and die,
55 And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.
They exit.

Henry VI, Part 1
ACT 4. SC. 6

Scene 6
Alarum. Excursions, wherein Talbot’s son John
is hemmed about, and Talbot rescues him.

 Saint George, and victory! Fight, soldiers, fight!
 The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word
 And left us to the rage of France his sword.
 Where is John Talbot?—Pause, and take thy breath;
5 I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.
 O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!
 The life thou gav’st me first was lost and done
 Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate,
 To my determined time thou gav’st new date.
10 When from the Dauphin’s crest thy sword struck fire,
 It warmed thy father’s heart with proud desire
 Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,
 Quickened with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
 Beat down Alanson, Orleance, Burgundy,
15 And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.
 The ireful Bastard Orleance, that drew blood
 From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
 Of thy first fight, I soon encounterèd,
 And, interchanging blows, I quickly shed
20 Some of his bastard blood, and in disgrace
 Bespoke him thus: “Contaminated, base,
 And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
 Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine
 Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy.”
25 Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
 Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father’s care:
 Art thou not weary, John? How dost thou fare?

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 Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
 Now thou art sealed the son of chivalry?
30 Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead;
 The help of one stands me in little stead.
 O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
 To hazard all our lives in one small boat.
 If I today die not with Frenchmen’s rage,
35 Tomorrow I shall die with mickle age.
 By me they nothing gain, and, if I stay,
 ’Tis but the short’ning of my life one day.
 In thee thy mother dies, our household’s name,
 My death’s revenge, thy youth, and England’s fame.
40 All these and more we hazard by thy stay;
 All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.
 The sword of Orleance hath not made me smart;
 These words of yours draw lifeblood from my heart.
 On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
45 To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
 Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
 The coward horse that bears me fall and die!
 And like me to the peasant boys of France,
 To be shame’s scorn and subject of mischance!
50 Surely, by all the glory you have won,
 An if I fly, I am not Talbot’s son.
 Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
 If son to Talbot, die at Talbot’s foot.
 Then follow thou thy desp’rate sire of Crete,
55 Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet.
 If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father’s side,
 And commendable proved, let’s die in pride.
They exit.

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Scene 7
Alarum. Excursions. Enter old Talbot
led by a Servant.

 Where is my other life? Mine own is gone.
 O, where’s young Talbot? Where is valiant John?
 Triumphant Death, smeared with captivity,
 Young Talbot’s valor makes me smile at thee.
5 When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,
 His bloody sword he brandished over me,
 And like a hungry lion did commence
 Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
 But when my angry guardant stood alone,
10 Tend’ring my ruin and assailed of none,
 Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart
 Suddenly made him from my side to start
 Into the clust’ring battle of the French;
 And in that sea of blood, my boy did drench
15 His over-mounting spirit; and there died
 My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

Enter Soldiers with John Talbot, borne.

 O, my dear lord, lo where your son is borne!
 Thou antic Death, which laugh’st us here to scorn,
 Anon from thy insulting tyranny,
20 Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
 Two Talbots, wingèd through the lither sky,
 In thy despite shall scape mortality.—
 O, thou whose wounds become hard-favored Death,
 Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
25 Brave Death by speaking, whither he will or no.
 Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.—

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 Poor boy, he smiles, methinks, as who should say
 “Had Death been French, then Death had died
30 Come, come, and lay him in his father’s arms;
 My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
 Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
 Now my old arms are young John Talbot’s grave.
Alarums. Soldiers exit.

Enter Charles, Alanson, Burgundy, Bastard,
and Pucelle, with Forces.

 Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
35 We should have found a bloody day of this.
 How the young whelp of Talbot’s, raging wood,
 Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen’s blood!
 Once I encountered him, and thus I said:
 “Thou maiden youth, be vanquished by a maid.”
40 But with a proud majestical high scorn
 He answered thus: “Young Talbot was not born
 To be the pillage of a giglot wench.”
 So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
 He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
45 Doubtless he would have made a noble knight.
 See where he lies inhearsèd in the arms
 Of the most bloody nurser of his harms.
 Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder,
 Whose life was England’s glory, Gallia’s wonder.
50 O, no, forbear! For that which we have fled
 During the life, let us not wrong it dead.

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Enter Lucy with Attendants and a French Herald.

 Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin’s tent,
 To know who hath obtained the glory of the day.
 On what submissive message art thou sent?
55 Submission, dauphin? ’Tis a mere French word.
 We English warriors wot not what it means.
 I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta’en,
 And to survey the bodies of the dead.
 For prisoners askst thou? Hell our prison is.
60 But tell me whom thou seek’st.
 But where’s the great Alcides of the field,
 Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
 Created for his rare success in arms
 Great Earl of Washford, Waterford, and Valence,
65 Lord Talbot of Goodrich and Urchinfield,
 Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdon of Alton,
 Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of
 The thrice victorious Lord of Falconbridge,
70 Knight of the noble Order of Saint George,
 Worthy Saint Michael, and the Golden Fleece,
 Great Marshal to Henry the Sixth
 Of all his wars within the realm of France?
 Here’s a silly stately style indeed.
75 The Turk, that two-and-fifty kingdoms hath,
 Writes not so tedious a style as this.
 Him that thou magnifi’st with all these titles
 Stinking and flyblown lies here at our feet.

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 Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen’s only scourge,
80 Your kingdom’s terror and black Nemesis?
 O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turned
 That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
 O, that I could but call these dead to life,
 It were enough to fright the realm of France.
85 Were but his picture left amongst you here,
 It would amaze the proudest of you all.
 Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
 And give them burial as beseems their worth.
 I think this upstart is old Talbot’s ghost,
90 He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
 For God’s sake, let him have him. To keep them here,
 They would but stink and putrefy the air.
 Go, take their bodies hence.
LUCY  I’ll bear them hence.
95 But from their ashes shall be reared
 A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
 So we be rid of them, do with him what thou wilt.
Lucy, Servant, and Attendants exit,
bearing the bodies.

 And now to Paris in this conquering vein.
 All will be ours, now bloody Talbot’s slain.
They exit.

Scene 1
Sennet. Enter King, Gloucester, and Exeter,
with Attendants.

KING HENRY, to Gloucester 
 Have you perused the letters from the Pope,
 The Emperor, and the Earl of Armagnac?
 I have, my lord, and their intent is this:
 They humbly sue unto your Excellence
5 To have a godly peace concluded of
 Between the realms of England and of France.
 How doth your Grace affect their motion?
 Well, my good lord, and as the only means
 To stop effusion of our Christian blood
10 And stablish quietness on every side.
 Ay, marry, uncle, for I always thought
 It was both impious and unnatural
 That such immanity and bloody strife
 Should reign among professors of one faith.
15 Besides, my lord, the sooner to effect
 And surer bind this knot of amity,
 The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
 A man of great authority in France,
 Proffers his only daughter to your Grace
20 In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.

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 Marriage, uncle? Alas, my years are young;
 And fitter is my study and my books
 Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
 Yet call th’ Ambassadors and, as you please,
25 So let them have their answers every one.
An Attendant exits.
 I shall be well content with any choice
 Tends to God’s glory and my country’s weal.

Enter Winchester, dressed in cardinal’s robes,
and the Ambassador of Armagnac, a Papal Legate,
and another Ambassador.

EXETER, aside 
 What, is my Lord of Winchester installed
 And called unto a cardinal’s degree?
30 Then I perceive that will be verified
 Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy:
 “If once he come to be a cardinal,
 He’ll make his cap coequal with the crown.”
 My Lords Ambassadors, your several suits
35 Have been considered and debated on;
 Your purpose is both good and reasonable,
 And therefore are we certainly resolved
 To draw conditions of a friendly peace,
 Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
40 Shall be transported presently to France.
GLOUCESTER, to the Ambassador of Armagnac 
 And for the proffer of my lord your master,
 I have informed his Highness so at large
 As, liking of the lady’s virtuous gifts,
 Her beauty, and the value of her dower,
45 He doth intend she shall be England’s queen.

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KING HENRY, handing a jewel to the Ambassador 
 In argument and proof of which contract,
 Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.—
 And so, my Lord Protector, see them guarded
 And safely brought to Dover, where, inshipped,
50 Commit them to the fortune of the sea.
All except Winchester and Legate exit.
 Stay, my Lord Legate; you shall first receive
 The sum of money which I promisèd
 Should be delivered to his Holiness
 For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
55 I will attend upon your Lordship’s leisure.He exits.
 Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
 Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
 Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
 That neither in birth or for authority
60 The Bishop will be overborne by thee.
 I’ll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
 Or sack this country with a mutiny.
He exits.

Scene 2
Enter Charles, Burgundy, Alanson, Bastard,
Reignier, and Joan la Pucelle, with Soldiers.

 These news, my lords, may cheer our drooping spirits:
 ’Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
 And turn again unto the warlike French.
 Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
5 And keep not back your powers in dalliance.

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 Peace be amongst them if they turn to us;
 Else ruin combat with their palaces!

Enter Scout.

 Success unto our valiant general,
 And happiness to his accomplices.
10 What tidings send our scouts? I prithee speak.
 The English army that divided was
 Into two parties is now conjoined in one,
 And means to give you battle presently.
 Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is,
15 But we will presently provide for them.
 I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there.
 Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
 Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
 Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine;
20 Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
 Then on, my lords, and France be fortunate!
They exit.

Scene 3
Alarum. Excursions. Enter Joan la Pucelle.

 The Regent conquers and the Frenchmen fly.
 Now help, you charming spells and periapts,
 And you choice spirits that admonish me,

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 And give me signs of future accidents.Thunder.
5 You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
 Under the lordly monarch of the north,
 Appear, and aid me in this enterprise.

Enter Fiends.

 This speed and quick appearance argues proof
 Of your accustomed diligence to me.
10 Now, you familiar spirits that are culled
 Out of the powerful regions under earth,
 Help me this once, that France may get the field.
They walk, and speak not.
 O, hold me not with silence overlong!
 Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
15 I’ll lop a member off and give it you
 In earnest of a further benefit,
 So you do condescend to help me now.
They hang their heads.
 No hope to have redress? My body shall
 Pay recompense if you will grant my suit.
They shake their heads.
20 Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
 Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
 Then take my soul—my body, soul, and all—
 Before that England give the French the foil.
They depart.
 See, they forsake me. Now the time is come
25 That France must vail her lofty-plumèd crest
 And let her head fall into England’s lap.
 My ancient incantations are too weak,
 And hell too strong for me to buckle with.
 Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
She exits.

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Excursions. Burgundy and York fight hand to hand.
Burgundy and the French fly
 as York and English
soldiers capture Joan la Pucelle.

30 Damsel of France, I think I have you fast.
 Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms,
 And try if they can gain your liberty.
 A goodly prize, fit for the devil’s grace!
 See how the ugly witch doth bend her brows
35 As if with Circe she would change my shape.
 Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.
 O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
 No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
 A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee,
40 And may you both be suddenly surprised
 By bloody hands in sleeping on your beds!
 Fell banning hag! Enchantress, hold thy tongue.
 I prithee give me leave to curse awhile.
 Curse, miscreant, when thou com’st to the stake.
They exit.

Alarum. Enter Suffolk with Margaret in his hand.

45 Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
Gazes on her.
 O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly,
 For I will touch thee but with reverent hands.
 I kiss these fingers for eternal peace

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 And lay them gently on thy tender side.
50 Who art thou? Say, that I may honor thee.
 Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
 The King of Naples, whosoe’er thou art.
 An earl I am, and Suffolk am I called.
 Be not offended, nature’s miracle;
55 Thou art allotted to be ta’en by me.
 So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
 Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
 Yet if this servile usage once offend,
 Go and be free again as Suffolk’s friend.
She is going.
60 O, stay! (Aside.) I have no power to let her pass.
 My hand would free her, but my heart says no.
 As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
 Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
 So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
65 Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak.
 I’ll call for pen and ink and write my mind.
 Fie, de la Pole, disable not thyself!
 Hast not a tongue? Is she not here?
 Wilt thou be daunted at a woman’s sight?
70 Ay. Beauty’s princely majesty is such
 Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
 Say, Earl of Suffolk, if thy name be so,
 What ransom must I pay before I pass?
 For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
SUFFOLK, aside 
75 How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit
 Before thou make a trial of her love?
 Why speak’st thou not? What ransom must I pay?

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SUFFOLK, aside 
 She’s beautiful, and therefore to be wooed;
 She is a woman, therefore to be won.
80 Wilt thou accept of ransom, yea or no?
SUFFOLK, aside 
 Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;
 Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
MARGARET, aside 
 I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.
SUFFOLK, aside 
 There all is marred; there lies a cooling card.
MARGARET, aside 
85 He talks at random; sure the man is mad.
SUFFOLK, aside 
 And yet a dispensation may be had.
 And yet I would that you would answer me.
SUFFOLK, aside 
 I’ll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
 Why, for my king. Tush, that’s a wooden thing!
MARGARET, aside 
90 He talks of wood. It is some carpenter.
SUFFOLK, aside 
 Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
 And peace establishèd between these realms.
 But there remains a scruple in that, too;
 For though her father be the King of Naples,
95 Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
 And our nobility will scorn the match.
 Hear you, captain? Are you not at leisure?
SUFFOLK, aside 
 It shall be so, disdain they ne’er so much.
 Henry is youthful, and will quickly yield.—
100 Madam, I have a secret to reveal.

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MARGARET, aside 
 What though I be enthralled, he seems a knight,
 And will not any way dishonor me.
 Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
MARGARET, aside 
 Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French,
105 And then I need not crave his courtesy.
 Sweet madam, give me hearing in a cause.
MARGARET, aside 
 Tush, women have been captivate ere now.
 Lady, wherefore talk you so?
 I cry you mercy, ’tis but quid for quo.
110 Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose
 Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
 To be a queen in bondage is more vile
 Than is a slave in base servility,
 For princes should be free.
SUFFOLK 115 And so shall you,
 If happy England’s royal king be free.
 Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
 I’ll undertake to make thee Henry’s queen,
 To put a golden scepter in thy hand
120 And set a precious crown upon thy head,
 If thou wilt condescend to be my—
SUFFOLK His love.

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 I am unworthy to be Henry’s wife.
125 No, gentle madam, I unworthy am
 To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,
 And have no portion in the choice myself.
 How say you, madam? Are you so content?
 An if my father please, I am content.
130 Then call our captains and our colors forth!
A Soldier exits.
 And, madam, at your father’s castle walls
 We’ll crave a parley to confer with him.

Enter Captains and Trumpets. Sound a parley.
Enter Reignier on the walls.

 See, Reignier, see thy daughter prisoner!
 To whom?
SUFFOLK 135 To me.
REIGNIER  Suffolk, what remedy?
 I am a soldier and unapt to weep
 Or to exclaim on Fortune’s fickleness.
 Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
140 Consent, and, for thy Honor give consent,
 Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king,
 Whom I with pain have wooed and won thereto;
 And this her easy-held imprisonment
 Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.
145 Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
SUFFOLK  Fair Margaret knows
 That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.

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 Upon thy princely warrant, I descend
 To give thee answer of thy just demand.
He exits from the walls.
150 And here I will expect thy coming.

Trumpets sound. Enter Reignier, below.

 Welcome, brave earl, into our territories.
 Command in Anjou what your Honor pleases.
 Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,
 Fit to be made companion with a king.
155 What answer makes your Grace unto my suit?
 Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth
 To be the princely bride of such a lord,
 Upon condition I may quietly
 Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
160 Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
 My daughter shall be Henry’s, if he please.
 That is her ransom; I deliver her,
 And those two counties I will undertake
 Your Grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
165 And I, again in Henry’s royal name
 As deputy unto that gracious king,
 Give thee her hand for sign of plighted faith.
 Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks
 Because this is in traffic of a king.
170 Aside. And yet methinks I could be well content
 To be mine own attorney in this case.—

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 I’ll over then to England with this news,
 And make this marriage to be solemnized.
 So farewell, Reignier; set this diamond safe
175 In golden palaces, as it becomes.
REIGNIER, embracing Suffolk 
 I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
 The Christian prince King Henry, were he here.
MARGARET, to Suffolk 
 Farewell, my lord; good wishes, praise, and prayers
 Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
She is going, as Reignier exits.
180 Farewell, sweet madam. But, hark you, Margaret,
 No princely commendations to my king?
 Such commendations as becomes a maid,
 A virgin, and his servant, say to him.
 Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.
185 But, madam, I must trouble you again:
 No loving token to his Majesty?
 Yes, my good lord: a pure unspotted heart,
 Never yet taint with love, I send the King.
SUFFOLK And this withal.Kiss her.
190 That for thyself. I will not so presume
 To send such peevish tokens to a king.She exits.
 O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay.
 Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth.
 There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
195 Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise;
 Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount

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 And natural graces that extinguish art;
 Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
 That, when thou com’st to kneel at Henry’s feet,
200 Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
He exits.

Scene 4
Enter York, Warwick, Shepherd,
and Pucelle, guarded.

 Bring forth that sorceress condemned to burn.
 Ah, Joan, this kills thy father’s heart outright.
 Have I sought every country far and near,
 And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
5 Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
 Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I’ll die with thee.
 Decrepit miser, base ignoble wretch!
 I am descended of a gentler blood.
 Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
10 Out, out!—My lords, an please you, ’tis not so!
 I did beget her, all the parish knows;
 Her mother liveth yet, can testify
 She was the first fruit of my bach’lorship.
 Graceless, wilt thou deny thy parentage?
15 This argues what her kind of life hath been,
 Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
 Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!

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 God knows thou art a collop of my flesh,
 And for thy sake have I shed many a tear.
20 Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.
 Peasant, avaunt!—You have suborned this man
 Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
 ’Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
 The morn that I was wedded to her mother.—
25 Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
 Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursèd be the time
 Of thy nativity! I would the milk
 Thy mother gave thee when thou suck’dst her
30 Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
 Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs afield,
 I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
 Dost thou deny thy father, cursèd drab?
 O burn her, burn her! Hanging is too good.He exits.
35 Take her away, for she hath lived too long
 To fill the world with vicious qualities.
 First, let me tell you whom you have condemned:
 Not one begotten of a shepherd swain,
 But issued from the progeny of kings,
40 Virtuous and holy, chosen from above
 By inspiration of celestial grace
 To work exceeding miracles on earth.
 I never had to do with wicked spirits.
 But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
45 Stained with the guiltless blood of innocents,
 Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
 Because you want the grace that others have,
 You judge it straight a thing impossible

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 To compass wonders but by help of devils.
50 No, misconceivèd! Joan of Arc hath been
 A virgin from her tender infancy,
 Chaste and immaculate in very thought,
 Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
 Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
55 Ay, ay.—Away with her to execution.
 And hark you, sirs: because she is a maid,
 Spare for no faggots; let there be enow.
 Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake
 That so her torture may be shortenèd.
60 Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
 Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,
 That warranteth by law to be thy privilege:
 I am with child, you bloody homicides.
 Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
65 Although you hale me to a violent death.
 Now heaven forfend, the holy maid with child?
WARWICK, to Pucelle 
 The greatest miracle that e’er you wrought!
 Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
 She and the Dauphin have been juggling.
70 I did imagine what would be her refuge.
 Well, go to, we’ll have no bastards live,
 Especially since Charles must father it.
 You are deceived; my child is none of his.
 It was Alanson that enjoyed my love.

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75 Alanson, that notorious Machiavel?
 It dies an if it had a thousand lives!
 O, give me leave! I have deluded you.
 ’Twas neither Charles nor yet the Duke I named,
 But Reignier, King of Naples, that prevailed.
80 A married man? That’s most intolerable.
 Why, here’s a girl! I think she knows not well—
 There were so many—whom she may accuse.
 It’s sign she hath been liberal and free.
 And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure!—
85 Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee.
 Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
 Then lead me hence, with whom I leave my curse:
 May never glorious sun reflex his beams
 Upon the country where you make abode,
90 But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
 Environ you, till mischief and despair
 Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves.
She exits, led by Guards.
 Break thou in pieces, and consume to ashes,
 Thou foul accursèd minister of hell!

Enter Winchester, as Cardinal.

95 Lord Regent, I do greet your Excellence
 With letters of commission from the King.
 For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,

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 Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
 Have earnestly implored a general peace
100 Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
 And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
 Approacheth to confer about some matter.
 Is all our travail turned to this effect?
 After the slaughter of so many peers,
105 So many captains, gentlemen, and soldiers
 That in this quarrel have been overthrown
 And sold their bodies for their country’s benefit,
 Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
 Have we not lost most part of all the towns—
110 By treason, falsehood, and by treachery—
 Our great progenitors had conquerèd?
 O, Warwick, Warwick, I foresee with grief
 The utter loss of all the realm of France!
 Be patient, York; if we conclude a peace
115 It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
 As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.

Enter Charles, Alanson, Bastard,
Reignier, with Attendants.

 Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
 That peaceful truce shall be proclaimed in France,
 We come to be informèd by yourselves
120 What the conditions of that league must be.
 Speak, Winchester, for boiling choler chokes
 The hollow passage of my poisoned voice
 By sight of these our baleful enemies.
 Charles and the rest, it is enacted thus:

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125 That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
 Of mere compassion and of lenity,
 To ease your country of distressful war
 And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
 You shall become true liegemen to his crown.
130 And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
 To pay him tribute and submit thyself,
 Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
 And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
 Must he be then as shadow of himself—
135 Adorn his temples with a coronet,
 And yet, in substance and authority,
 Retain but privilege of a private man?
 This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
 ’Tis known already that I am possessed
140 With more than half the Gallian territories,
 And therein reverenced for their lawful king.
 Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquished,
 Detract so much from that prerogative
 As to be called but viceroy of the whole?
145 No, lord ambassador, I’ll rather keep
 That which I have than, coveting for more,
 Be cast from possibility of all.
 Insulting Charles, hast thou by secret means
 Used intercession to obtain a league
150 And, now the matter grows to compromise,
 Stand’st thou aloof upon comparison?
 Either accept the title thou usurp’st,
 Of benefit proceeding from our king
 And not of any challenge of desert,
155 Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
REIGNIER, aside to Charles 
 My lord, you do not well in obstinacy

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 To cavil in the course of this contract.
 If once it be neglected, ten to one
 We shall not find like opportunity.
ALANSON, aside to Charles 
160 To say the truth, it is your policy
 To save your subjects from such massacre
 And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
 By our proceeding in hostility;
 And therefore take this compact of a truce
165 Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
 How say’st thou, Charles? Shall our condition stand?
 It shall—only reserved you claim no interest
 In any of our towns of garrison.
 Then swear allegiance to his Majesty,
170 As thou art knight, never to disobey
 Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
 Thou nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
Charles, Alanson, Bastard, and Reignier
swear allegiance to Henry.

 So, now dismiss your army when you please;
 Hang up your ensigns, let your drums be still,
175 For here we entertain a solemn peace.
They exit.

Scene 5
Enter Suffolk in conference with the King,
Gloucester, and Exeter, with Attendants.

 Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,
 Of beauteous Margaret hath astonished me.

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 Her virtues gracèd with external gifts
 Do breed love’s settled passions in my heart,
5 And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts
 Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
 So am I driven by breath of her renown
 Either to suffer shipwrack, or arrive
 Where I may have fruition of her love.
10 Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale
 Is but a preface of her worthy praise.
 The chief perfections of that lovely dame,
 Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
 Would make a volume of enticing lines
15 Able to ravish any dull conceit;
 And, which is more, she is not so divine,
 So full replete with choice of all delights,
 But with as humble lowliness of mind
 She is content to be at your command—
20 Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents—
 To love and honor Henry as her lord.
 And otherwise will Henry ne’er presume.—
 Therefore, my Lord Protector, give consent
 That Margaret may be England’s royal queen.
25 So should I give consent to flatter sin.
 You know, my lord, your Highness is betrothed
 Unto another lady of esteem.
 How shall we then dispense with that contract
 And not deface your honor with reproach?
30 As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;
 Or one that, at a triumph having vowed
 To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
 By reason of his adversary’s odds.

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 A poor earl’s daughter is unequal odds,
35 And therefore may be broke without offense.
 Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?
 Her father is no better than an earl,
 Although in glorious titles he excel.
 Yes, my lord, her father is a king,
40 The King of Naples and Jerusalem,
 And of such great authority in France
 As his alliance will confirm our peace,
 And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.
 And so the Earl of Armagnac may do,
45 Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.
 Besides, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,
 Where Reignier sooner will receive than give.
 A dower, my lords? Disgrace not so your king
 That he should be so abject, base, and poor,
50 To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.
 Henry is able to enrich his queen,
 And not to seek a queen to make him rich;
 So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
 As market men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
55 Marriage is a matter of more worth
 Than to be dealt in by attorneyship.
 Not whom we will, but whom his Grace affects,
 Must be companion of his nuptial bed.
 And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,
60 Most of all these reasons bindeth us
 In our opinions she should be preferred.
 For what is wedlock forcèd but a hell,
 An age of discord and continual strife?

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 Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss
65 And is a pattern of celestial peace.
 Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,
 But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?
 Her peerless feature, joinèd with her birth,
 Approves her fit for none but for a king.
70 Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,
 More than in women commonly is seen,
 Will answer our hope in issue of a king.
 For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
 Is likely to beget more conquerors,
75 If with a lady of so high resolve
 As is fair Margaret he be linked in love.
 Then yield, my lords, and here conclude with me
 That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.
 Whether it be through force of your report,
80 My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that
 My tender youth was never yet attaint
 With any passion of inflaming love,
 I cannot tell; but this I am assured:
 I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
85 Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
 As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
 Take therefore shipping; post, my lord, to France;
 Agree to any covenants, and procure
 That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
90 To cross the seas to England and be crowned
 King Henry’s faithful and anointed queen.
 For your expenses and sufficient charge,
 Among the people gather up a tenth.
 Be gone, I say, for till you do return,
95 I rest perplexèd with a thousand cares.—
 And you, good uncle, banish all offense.
 If you do censure me by what you were,

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 Not what you are, I know it will excuse
 This sudden execution of my will.
100 And so conduct me where, from company,
 I may revolve and ruminate my grief.
He exits with Attendants.
 Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.
Gloucester exits with Exeter.
 Thus Suffolk hath prevailed, and thus he goes
 As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,
105 With hope to find the like event in love,
 But prosper better than the Trojan did.
 Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the King,
 But I will rule both her, the King, and realm.
He exits.