The first Part of Henry the Sixt.Talb.Dare yee come forth, and meet vs in the field?Pucell.Belike your Lordship takes vs then for fooles,
[1365]
To try if that our owne be ours, or no.Talb.I speake not to that rayling
Hecate,
But vnto thee
Alanson, and the rest.
Will ye, like Souldiors, come and fight it out?Alans.Seignior no.Talb.
[1370]
Seignior hang: base Muleters of France,Like Pesant foot‑Boyes doe they keepe the Walls,And dare not take vp Armes, like Gentlemen.Pucell.Away Captaines, let's get vs from the Walls,For
Talbot meanes no goodnesse by his Lookes.
[1375]
God b'uy my Lord, we came but to tell youThat wee are here.Exeunt from the Walls.Talb.And there will we be too, ere it be long,Or else reproach be
Talbots greatest fame.
Vow
Burgonie, by honor of thy House,
[1380]
Prickt on by publike Wrongs sustain'd in France,Either to get the Towne againe, or dye.And I, as sure as English
Henry liues,
And as his Father here was Conqueror;As sure as in this late betrayed Towne,
[1385]
Great
Cordelions Heart was buryed;
So sure I sweare, to get the Towne, or dye.Burg.My Vowes are equall partners with thy
Vowes.
Talb.But ere we goe, regard this dying Prince,The valiant Duke of Bedford: Come my Lord,
[1390]
We will bestow you in some better place,Fitter for sicknesse, and for crasie age.Bedf.Lord
Talbot, doe not so dishonour me:
Here will I sit, before the Walls of Roan,And will be partner of your weale or woe.Burg.
[1395]
Couragious
Bedford, let vs now perswade you.
Bedf.Not to be gone from hence: for once I read,That stout
Pendragon, in his Litter sick,
Came to the field, and vanquished his foes.Me thinkes I should reuiue the Souldiors hearts,
[1400]
Because I euer found them as my selfe.Talb.Vndaunted spirit in a dying breast,Then be it so: Heauens keepe old
Bedford safe.
And now no more adoe, braue
Burgonie,
But gather we our Forces out of hand,
[1405]
And set vpon our boasting Enemie.Exit.An Alarum: Excursions. Enter Sir Iohn
Falstaffe, and a Captaine.
Capt.Whither away Sir
Iohn Falstaffe, in such haste?
Falst.Whither away? to saue my selfe by flight,We are like to haue the ouerthrow againe.Capt.What? will you flye, and leaue Lord
Talbot?
Falst.
[1410]
I, all the
Talbots in the World, to saue my life.
Exit.Capt.Cowardly Knight, ill fortune follow thee.Exit.Retreat. Excursions. Pucell, Alanson, and
Charles flye.
Bedf.Now quiet Soule, depart when Heauen please,For I haue seene our Enemies ouerthrow.What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
[1415]
They that of late were daring with their scoffes,Are glad and faine by flight to saue themselues.Bedford dyes, and is carryed in by two in his Chaire.
An Alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgonie, and
the rest.
Talb.Lost, and recouered in a day againe,This is a double Honor,
Burgonie:Yet Heauens haue glory for this Victorie.Burg.
[1420]
Warlike and Martiall
Talbot, BurgonieInshrines thee in his heart, and there erectsThy noble Deeds, as Valors Monuments.Talb.Thanks gentle Duke: but where is
Pucel now?
I thinke her old Familiar is asleepe.
[1425]
Now where's the Bastards braues, and
Charles his glikes?
What all amort? Roan hangs her head for griefe,That such a valiant Company are fled.Now will we take some order in the Towne,Placing therein some expert Officers,
[1430]
And then depart to Paris, to the King,For there young
Henry with his Nobles lye.
Burg.What wills Lord
Talbot, pleaseth
Burgonie.
Talb.But yet before we goe, let's not forgetThe Noble Duke of Bedford, late deceas'd,
[1435]
But see his Exequies fulfill'd in Roan.A brauer Souldier neuer couched Launce,A gentler Heart did neuer sway in Court.But Kings and mightiest Potentates must die,For that's the end of humane miserie.Exeunt.
[Act 3, Scene 3]
Scæna Tertia
Enter Charles, Bastard, Alanson, Pucell.Pucell.
[1440]
Dismay not (Princes) at this accident,Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered:Care is no cure, but rather corrosiue,For things that are not to be remedy'd.Let frantike
Talbot triumph for a while,
[1445]
And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle,Wee'le pull his Plumes, and take away his Trayne,If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd.Charles.We haue been guided by thee hitherto,And of thy Cunning had no diffidence,
[1450]
One sudden Foyle shall neuer breed distrust.Bastard.Search out thy wit for secret pollicies,And we will make thee famous through the World.Alans.Wee'le set thy statue in some holy place,And haue thee reuerenc't like a blessed Saint.
[1455]
Employ thee then, sweet Virgin, for our good.Pucell.Then thus it must be, this doth
Ioane deuise:
By faire perswasions, mixt with sugred words,We will entice the Duke of BurgonieTo leaue the
Talbot, and to follow vs.
Charles.
[1460]
I marry Sweeting, if we could doe that,France were no place for
Henryes Warriors,
Nor should that Nation boast it so with vs,But be extirped from our Prouinces.Alans.For euer should they be expuls'd from France,
[1465]
And not haue Title of an Earledome here.Pucell.Your Honors shall perceiue how I will worke,To bring this matter to the wished end.Drumme sounds afarre off.Hearke, by the sound of Drumme you may perceiueTheir Powers are marching vnto Paris‑ward.Here sound an English March.
[1470]
There goes the
Talbot, with his Colours spred,
And all the Troupes of English after him.French
[Act 3, Scene 3]
Scæna Tertia
Enter Charles, Bastard, Alanson, Pucell.Pucell.
[1440]
Dismay not (Princes) at this accident,Nor grieue that Roan is so recouered:Care is no cure, but rather corrosiue,For things that are not to be remedy'd.Let frantike
Talbot triumph for a while,
[1445]
And like a Peacock sweepe along his tayle,Wee'le pull his Plumes, and take away his Trayne,If Dolphin and the rest will be but rul'd.Charles.We haue been guided by thee hitherto,And of thy Cunning had no diffidence,
[1450]
One sudden Foyle shall neuer breed distrust.Bastard.Search out thy wit for secret pollicies,And we will make thee famous through the World.Alans.Wee'le set thy statue in some holy place,And haue thee reuerenc't like a blessed Saint.
[1455]
Employ thee then, sweet Virgin, for our good.Pucell.Then thus it must be, this doth
Ioane deuise:
By faire perswasions, mixt with sugred words,We will entice the Duke of BurgonieTo leaue the
Talbot, and to follow vs.
Charles.
[1460]
I marry Sweeting, if we could doe that,France were no place for
Henryes Warriors,
Nor should that Nation boast it so with vs,But be extirped from our Prouinces.Alans.For euer should they be expuls'd from France,
[1465]
And not haue Title of an Earledome here.Pucell.Your Honors shall perceiue how I will worke,To bring this matter to the wished end.Drumme sounds afarre off.Hearke, by the sound of Drumme you may perceiueTheir Powers are marching vnto Paris‑ward.Here sound an English March.
[1470]
There goes the
Talbot, with his Colours spred,
And all the Troupes of English after him.French March.Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his:Fortune in fauor makes him lagge behinde.Summon a Parley, we will talke with him.Trumpets sound a Parley.Charles.
[1475]
A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie.Burg.Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie?Pucell.The Princely
Charles of France, thy Countrey
man.
Burg.What say'st thou
Charles? for I am marching
hence.
Charles.Speake
Pucell, and enchaunt him with thy
words.
Pucell.
[1480]
Braue
Burgonie, vndoubted hope of France,
Stay, let thy humble Hand‑maid speake to thee.Burg.Speake on, but be not ouer‑tedious.Pucell.Looke on thy Country, look on fertile France,And see the Cities and the Townes defac't,
[1485]
By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe,As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe,When Death doth close his tender‑dying Eyes.See, see the pining Maladie of France:Behold the Wounds, the most vnnaturall Wounds,
[1490]
Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest.Oh turne thy edged Sword another way,Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that helpe:One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome,Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore.
[1495]
Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares,And wash away thy Countries stayned Spots.Burg.Either she hath bewitcht me with her words,Or Nature makes me suddenly relent.Pucell.Besides, all French and France exclaimes on thee,
[1500]
Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie.Who ioyn'st thou with, but with a Lordly Nation,That will not trust thee, but for profits sake?When
Talbot hath set footing once in France,
And fashion'd thee that Instrument of Ill,
[1505]
Who then, but English
Henry, will be Lord,
And thou be thrust out, like a Fugitiue?Call we to minde, and marke but this for proofe:Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe?And was he not in England Prisoner?
[1510]
But when they heard he was thine Enemie,They set him free, without his Ransome pay'd,In spight of
Burgonie and all his friends.
See then, thou fight'st against thy Countreymen,And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter‑men.
[1515]
Come, come, returne; returne thou wandering Lord,Charles and the rest will take thee in their armes.
Burg.I am vanquished:These haughtie wordes of hersHaue batt'red me like roaring Cannon‑shot,
[1520]
And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees.Forgiue me Countrey, and sweet Countreymen:And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace.My Forces and my Power of Men are yours.So farwell
Talbot, Ile no longer trust thee.
Pucell.
[1525]
Done like a Frenchman: turne and turne a
gaine.
Charles.Welcome braue Duke, thy friendship makes
vs fresh.
Bastard.And doth beget new Courage in our
Breasts.
Alans.Pucell hath brauely play'd her part in this,
And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold.Charles.
[1530]
Now let vs on, my Lords,And ioyne our Powers,And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe.Exeunt.
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<l n="1448">We haue been guided by thee hitherto,</l>
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<l n="1451">Search out thy wit for secret pollicies,</l>
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<l n="1453">Wee'le set thy statue in some holy place,</l>
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<l n="1456">Then thus it must be, this doth<hi rend="italic">Ioane</hi>deuise:</l>
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<l n="1460">I marry Sweeting, if we could doe that,</l>
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<l n="1464">For euer should they be expuls'd from France,</l>
<l n="1465">And not haue Title of an Earledome here.</l>
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<l n="1466">Your Honors shall perceiue how I will worke,</l>
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<l n="1472">Now in the Rereward comes the Duke and his:</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Charles.</speaker>
<l n="1475">A Parley with the Duke of Burgonie.</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Burg.</speaker>
<l n="1476">Who craues a Parley with the Burgonie?</l>
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<speaker rend="italic">Pucell.</speaker>
<l n="1477">The Princely<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>of France, thy Countrey
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<sp who="#F-1h6-bur">
<speaker rend="italic">Burg.</speaker>
<l n="1478">What say'st thou<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>? for I am marching
<lb/>hence.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h6-cha">
<speaker rend="italic">Charles.</speaker>
<l n="1479">Speake<hi rend="italic">Pucell</hi>, and enchaunt him with thy
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<sp who="#F-1h6-jlp">
<speaker rend="italic">Pucell.</speaker>
<l n="1480">Braue<hi rend="italic">Burgonie</hi>, vndoubted hope of France,</l>
<l n="1481">Stay, let thy humble Hand‑maid speake to thee.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h6-bur">
<speaker rend="italic">Burg.</speaker>
<l n="1482">Speake on, but be not ouer‑tedious.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h6-jlp">
<speaker rend="italic">Pucell.</speaker>
<l n="1483">Looke on thy Country, look on fertile France,</l>
<l n="1484">And see the Cities and the Townes defac't,</l>
<l n="1485">By wasting Ruine of the cruell Foe,</l>
<l n="1486">As lookes the Mother on her lowly Babe,</l>
<l n="1487">When Death doth close his tender‑dying Eyes.</l>
<l n="1488">See, see the pining Maladie of France:</l>
<l n="1489">Behold the Wounds, the most vnnaturall Wounds,</l>
<l n="1490">Which thou thy selfe hast giuen her wofull Brest.</l>
<l n="1491">Oh turne thy edged Sword another way,</l>
<l n="1492">Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that helpe:</l>
<l n="1493">One drop of Blood drawne from thy Countries Bosome,</l>
<l n="1494">Should grieue thee more then streames of forraine gore.</l>
<l n="1495">Returne thee therefore with a floud of Teares,</l>
<l n="1496">And wash away thy Countries stayned Spots.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h6-bur">
<speaker rend="italic">Burg.</speaker>
<l n="1497">Either she hath bewitcht me with her words,</l>
<l n="1498">Or Nature makes me suddenly relent.</l>
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<sp who="#F-1h6-jlp">
<speaker rend="italic">Pucell.</speaker>
<l n="1499">Besides, all French and France exclaimes on thee,</l>
<l n="1500">Doubting thy Birth and lawfull Progenie.</l>
<l n="1501">Who ioyn'st thou with, but with a Lordly Nation,</l>
<l n="1502">That will not trust thee, but for profits sake?</l>
<l n="1503">When<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>hath set footing once in France,</l>
<l n="1504">And fashion'd thee that Instrument of Ill,</l>
<l n="1505">Who then, but English<hi rend="italic">Henry</hi>, will be Lord,</l>
<l n="1506">And thou be thrust out, like a Fugitiue?</l>
<l n="1507">Call we to minde, and marke but this for proofe:</l>
<l n="1508">Was not the Duke of Orleance thy Foe?</l>
<l n="1509">And was he not in England Prisoner?</l>
<l n="1510">But when they heard he was thine Enemie,</l>
<l n="1511">They set him free, without his Ransome pay'd,</l>
<l n="1512">In spight of<hi rend="italic">Burgonie</hi>and all his friends.</l>
<l n="1513">See then, thou fight'st against thy Countreymen,</l>
<l n="1514">And ioyn'st with them will be thy slaughter‑men.</l>
<l n="1515">Come, come, returne; returne thou wandering Lord,</l>
<l n="1516">
<hi rend="italic">Charles</hi>and the rest will take thee in their armes.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-bur">
<speaker rend="italic">Burg.</speaker>
<l n="1517">I am vanquished:</l>
<l n="1518">These haughtie wordes of hers</l>
<l n="1519">Haue batt'red me like roaring Cannon‑shot,</l>
<l n="1520">And made me almost yeeld vpon my knees.</l>
<l n="1521">Forgiue me Countrey, and sweet Countreymen:</l>
<l n="1522">And Lords accept this heartie kind embrace.</l>
<l n="1523">My Forces and my Power of Men are yours.</l>
<l n="1524">So farwell<hi rend="italic">Talbot</hi>, Ile no longer trust thee.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-jlp">
<speaker rend="italic">Pucell.</speaker>
<l n="1525">Done like a Frenchman: turne and turne a
<lb/>gaine.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-cha">
<speaker rend="italic">Charles.</speaker>
<l n="1526">Welcome braue Duke, thy friendship makes
<lb/>vs fresh.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-orl">
<speaker rend="italic">Bastard.</speaker>
<l n="1527">And doth beget new Courage in our
<lb/>Breasts.</l>
</sp>
<sp who="#F-1h6-ale">
<speaker rend="italic">Alans.</speaker>
<l n="1528">
<hi rend="italic">Pucell</hi>hath brauely play'd her part in this,</l>
<l n="1529">And doth deserue a Coronet of Gold.</l>
</sp>
<cb n="2"/>
<sp who="#F-1h6-cha">
<speaker rend="italic">Charles.</speaker>
<l n="1530">Now let vs on, my Lords,</l>
<l n="1531">And ioyne our Powers,</l>
<l n="1532">And seeke how we may preiudice the Foe.</l>
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<stage rend="italic rightJustified" type="exit">Exeunt.</stage>
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