Henry VI, Part 1 (Folio 1, 1623)
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The first Part of Henry the Sixt.
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Enter to them another Messenger.
¶France is reuolted from the English quite,
¶Except some petty Townes, of no import.
¶The Dolphin Charles is crowned King in Rheimes:
¶The Bastard of Orleance with him is ioyn'd:
105Reynold, Duke of Aniou, doth take his part,
Exit._
¶ Exe. The Dolphin crown'd King? all flye to him?
¶O whither shall we flye from this reproach?
¶ Glost. We will not flye, but to our enemies throats.
110Bedford, if thou be slacke, Ile fight it out.
¶An Army haue I muster'd in my thoughts,
¶Wherewith already France is ouer-run.
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Enter another Messenger.
115 Mes. My gracious Lords, to adde to your laments,
¶Wherewith you now bedew King Henries hearse,
¶Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot, and the French.
120 3. Mes. O no: wherein Lord Talbot was o'rethrown:
¶The circumstance Ile tell you more at large.
¶Retyring from the Siege of Orleance,
125By three and twentie thousand of the French
¶No leysure had he to enranke his men.
¶He wanted Pikes to set before his Archers:
130They pitched in the ground confusedly,
¶To keepe the Horsemen off, from breaking in.
¶More then three houres the fight continued:
¶Where valiant Talbot, aboue humane thought,
¶Enacted wonders with his Sword and Lance.
¶Here, there, and euery where enrag'd, he slew.
¶The French exclaym'd, the Deuill was in Armes,
¶All the whole Army stood agaz'd on him.
¶His Souldiers spying his vndaunted Spirit,
140A Talbot, a Talbot, cry'd out amaine,
¶And rusht into the Bowels of the Battaile.
¶If Sir Iohn Falstaffe had not play'd the Coward.
¶He being in the Vauward, plac't behinde,
145With purpose to relieue and follow them,
¶Enclosed were they with their Enemies.
¶A base Wallon, to win the Dolphins grace,
150Thrust Talbot with a Speare into the Back,
¶For liuing idly here, in pompe and ease,
¶Vnto his dastard foe-men is betray'd.
¶And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford:
¶Ile hale the Dolphin headlong from his Throne,
¶Foure of their Lords Ile change for one of ours.
165Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
¶To keepe our great Saint Georges Feast withall.
¶Ten thousand Souldiers with me I will take,
170The English Army is growne weake and faint:
¶And hardly keepes his men from mutinie,
175Eyther to quell the Dolphin vtterly,
¶Or bring him in obedience to your yoake.
¶ Bedf. I doe remember it, and here take my leaue,
¶To goe about my preparation.
Exit Bedford.
180To view th' Artillerie and Munition,
¶And then I will proclayme young Henry King.
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Exit Gloster._
¶ Exe. To Eltam will I, where the young King is,
¶Being ordayn'd his speciall Gouernor,
Exit.
¶ Winch. Each hath his Place and Function to attend:
¶I am left out; for me nothing remaines:
¶But long I will not be Iack out of Office.
¶The King from Eltam I intend to send,
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Exit._
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Sound a Flourish.
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Enter Charles, Alanson, and Reigneir, marching
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with Drum and Souldiers.
195 Charles. Mars his true mouing, euen as in the Heauens,
¶So in the Earth, to this day is not knowne.
¶Now we are Victors, vpon vs he smiles.
¶What Townes of any moment, but we haue?
200At pleasure here we lye, neere Orleance:
¶Faintly besiege vs one houre in a moneth.
¶ Alan. They want their Porredge, & their fat Bul Beeues:
¶Eyther they must be dyeted like Mules,
205And haue their Prouender ty'd to their mouthes,
¶Or pitteous they will looke, like drowned Mice.
¶Talbot is taken, whom we wont to feare:
¶Remayneth none but mad-brayn'd Salisbury,
210And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
¶Nor men nor Money hath he to make Warre.
¶Now for the honour of the forlorne French:
¶Him I forgiue my death, that killeth me,
215When he sees me goe back one foot, or flye.
Exeunt.
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Here Alarum, they are beaten back by the
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English, with great losse.
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Enter Charles, Alanson, and Reigneir.
220Dogges, Cowards, Dastards: I would ne're haue fled,
¶But that they left me 'midst my Enemies.
¶He fighteth as one weary of his life:
¶The other Lords, like Lyons wanting foode,
225Doe rush vpon vs as their hungry prey.
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