1.1.29Hung be the heavens with black. Yield day to night.

1.1.310Comets, importing change of times and states,

1.1.411Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,

1.1.512And with them scourge the bad revolting stars

1.1.613That have consented unto Henry's death.

1.1.714King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long.

1.1.815England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.

England ne'er had a king until his time:

1.1.1017Virtue he had, deserving to command.

1.1.1118His brandished sword did blind men with his beams.

1.1.1219His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings.

1.1.1320His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,

1.1.1421More dazzled and drove back his enemies

1.1.1522Than midday sun, fierce bent against their faces.

1.1.1623What should I say? His deeds exceed all speech.

1.1.1724He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquerèd.

We mourn in black; why mourn we not in blood?

1.1.1926Henry is dead, and never shall revive.

1.1.2027Upon a wooden coffin we attend,

1.1.2128And death's dishonorable victory,

1.1.2229We with our stately presence glorify

1.1.2330Like captives bound to a triumphant car.

1.1.2431What, shall we curse the planets of mishap,

1.1.2532That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?

1.1.2633Or shall we think the subtle-witted French,

1.1.2734Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him,

1.1.2835By magic verses have contrived his end?

He was a king, blest of the King of Kings.

1.1.3037Unto the French, the dreadful judgment day

1.1.3138So dreadful will not be as was his sight.

1.1.3239The battles of the Lord of Hosts he fought.

1.1.3340The Church's prayers made him so prosperous.

The Church? Where is it?

1.1.3542Had not churchmen prayed,

1.1.3643His thread of life had not so soon decayed.

1.1.3744None do you like but an effeminate prince,

1.1.3845Whom like a schoolboy you may overawe.

Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art Protector,

1.1.4047And lookest to command the Prince and realm.

1.1.4148Thy wife is proud: she holdeth thee in awe,

1.1.4249More than God or religious churchmen may.

Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh,

1.1.4451And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st,

1.1.4552Except it be to pray against thy foes.

Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in peace.

1.1.4754Let's to the altar. Heralds wait on us.

1.1.4855Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:

1.1.4956Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.

1.1.5057Posterity, await for wretched years,

1.1.5158When, at their mother's moistened eyes, babes shall suck,

1.1.5259Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,

1.1.5360And none but women left to wail the dead.

1.1.5461Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate;

1.1.5562Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,

1.1.5663Combat with adverse planets in the heavens.

1.1.5764A far more glorious star thy soul will make

1.1.5865Than Julius Caesar, or bright--

My honorable lords, health to you all.

1.1.6068Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,

1.1.6169Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture.

1.1.6270Guyenne, Campiègne, Rouen, Reims, Orléans,

1.1.6371Paris, Gisors, Poitiers, are all quite lost.

What sayst thou, man, before dead Henry's corpse?

1.1.6573Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns

1.1.6674Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.

Is Paris lost? Is Rouen yielded up?

1.1.6876If Henry were recalled to life again,

1.1.6977These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.

How were they lost? What treachery was used?

No treachery, but want of men and money.

1.1.7280Amongst the soldiers this is mutterèd:

1.1.7381That here you maintain several factions,

1.1.7482And whilst a field should be dispatched and fought,

1.1.7583You are disputing of your generals.

1.1.7684One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost;

1.1.7785Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;

1.1.7886A third thinks, without expense at all,

1.1.7987By guileful fair words peace may be obtained.

1.1.8088Awake, awake, English nobility.

1.1.8189Let not sloth dim your honors new-begot.

1.1.8290Cropped are the flower-de-luces in your arms;

1.1.8391Of England's coat, one half is cut away.

Were our tears wanting to this funeral,

1.1.8593These tidings would call forth her flowing tides.

Me they concern; Regent I am of France.

1.1.8795Give me my steelèd coat. I'll fight for France.

1.1.8896Away with these disgraceful wailing robes.

1.1.8997Wounds will I lend the French, instead of eyes,

1.1.9098To weep their intermissive miseries.

Lords, view these letters, full of bad mischance.

1.1.92101France is revolted from the English quite,

1.1.93102Except some petty towns, of no import.

1.1.94103The Dauphin Charles is crownèd king in Reims;

1.1.95104The Bastard of Orléans with him is joined;

1.1.96105Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;

1.1.97106The Duke of Alencon flyeth to his side.

The Dauphin crownèd King? All fly to him?

1.1.99108O whither shall we fly from this reproach?

We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.

1.1.101110Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.

Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?

1.1.103112An army have I mustered in my thoughts,

1.1.104113Wherewith already France is overrun.

My gracious Lords, to add to your laments,

1.1.106116Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,

1.1.107117I must inform you of a dismal fight

1.1.108118Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.

What, wherein Talbot overcame, is't so?

O no, wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown.

1.1.111121The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.

1.1.112122The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,

1.1.113123Retiring from the Siege of Orléans,

1.1.114124Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,

1.1.115125By three-and-twenty thousand of the French

1.1.116126Was round encompassèd and set upon.

1.1.117127No leisure had he to enrank his men.

1.1.118128He wanted pikes to set before his archers;

1.1.119129Instead whereof, sharp stakes plucked out of hedges

1.1.120130They pitchèd in the ground confusèdly,

1.1.121131To keep the horsemen off, from breaking in.

1.1.122132More than three hours the fight continuèd:

1.1.123133Where valiant Talbot, above human thought,

1.1.124134Enacted wonders with his sword and lance.

1.1.125135Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;

1.1.126136Here, there, and everywhere, enraged he slew.

1.1.127137The French exclaimed the devil was in arms,

1.1.128138All the whole army stood agazed on him.

1.1.129139His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,

1.1.130140"A Talbot! A Talbot!" cried out amain,

1.1.131141And rushed into the bowels of the battle.

1.1.132142Here had the conquest fully been sealed up,

1.1.133143If Sir John Falstaff had not played the coward.

1.1.134144He being in the vayward placed behind,

1.1.135145With purpose to relieve and follow them,

1.1.136146Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.

1.1.137147Hence grew the general wrack and massacre:

1.1.138148Enclosèd were they with their enemies.

1.1.139149A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,

1.1.140150Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,

1.1.141151Whom all France, with their chief assembled strength,

1.1.142152Durst not presume to look once in the face.

Is Talbot slain then? I will slay myself,

1.1.144154For living idly here in pomp and ease

1.1.145155Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,

1.1.146156Unto his dastard foemen is betrayed.

O no, he lives, but is took prisoner,

1.1.148158And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford;

1.1.149159Most of the rest slaughtered, or took likewise.

His ransom there is none but I shall pay.

1.1.151161I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne;

1.1.152162His crown shall be the ransom of my friend.

1.1.153163Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.

1.1.154164Farewell my masters; to my task will I.

1.1.155165Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,

1.1.156166To keep our great Saint George's feast withal.

1.1.157167Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,

1.1.158168Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.

So you had need, for Orléans is besieged,

1.1.160170The English army is grown weak and faint.

1.1.161171The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,

1.1.162172And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,

1.1.163173Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.

Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn:

1.1.165175Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,

1.1.166176Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.

I do remember it, and here take my leave

1.1.168178To go about my preparation.

I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,

1.1.170180To view th'artillery and munition,

1.1.171181And then I will proclaim young Henry king.

To Eltham will I, where the young King is,

1.1.173184Being ordained his special governor,

1.1.174185And for his safety there I'll best devise.

Each hath his place and function to attend;

1.1.176187I am left out; for me, nothing remains.

1.1.177188But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office.

1.1.178189The King from Eltham I intend to send,

1.1.179190And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.

Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens,

1.2.2196So in the earth, to this day is not known.

1.2.3197Late did he shine upon the English side;

1.2.4198Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.

1.2.5199What towns of any moment but we have?

1.2.6200At pleasure here we lie near Orléans

1.2.7201Otherwhiles, the famished English, like pale ghosts,

1.2.8202Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.

They want their porridge and their fat bull beeves.

1.2.10204Either they must be dieted like mules,

1.2.11205And have their provender tied to their mouths,

1.2.12206Or piteous they will look, like drownèd mice.

Let's raise the siege. Why live we idly here?

1.2.14208Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear.

1.2.15209Remaineth none but mad-brained Salisbury,

1.2.16210And he may well in fretting spend his gall:

1.2.17211Nor men nor money hath he to make war.

Sound, sound alarum. We will rush on them.

1.2.19213Now for the honor of the forlorn French,

1.2.20214Him I forgive my death that killeth me

1.2.21215When he sees me go back one foot, or flee.

Who ever saw the like? What men have I?

1.2.23220Dogs, cowards, dastards. I would ne'er have fled,

1.2.24221But that they left me 'midst my enemies.

Salisbury is a desperate homicide.

1.2.26223He fighteth as one weary of his life.

1.2.27224The other lords, like lions wanting food,

1.2.28225Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.

Froissart, a countryman of ours, records

1.2.30227England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,

1.2.31228During the time Edward the Third did reign.

1.2.32229More truly now may this be verified,

1.2.33230For none but Samsons and Goliasses

1.2.34231It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten?

1.2.35232Lean raw-boned rascals, who would e'er suppose

1.2.36233They had such courage and audacity?

Let's leave this town, 235for they are hare-brained slaves,

1.2.38236And hunger will enforce them to be more eager.

1.2.39237Of old I know them: rather with their teeth

1.2.40238The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege.

I think by some odd gimmers or device

1.2.42240Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on,

1.2.43241Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.

1.2.44242By my consent we'll even let them alone.

Be it so.

Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news 246for him.

Bastard of Orléans, thrice welcome to us.

Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appalled.

1.2.49249Hath the late overthrow wrought this offense?

1.2.50250Be not dismayed, for succor is at hand.

1.2.51251A holy maid hither with me I bring,

1.2.52252Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven,

1.2.53253Ordainèd is to raise this tedious siege

1.2.54254And drive the English forth the bounds of France.

1.2.55255The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,

1.2.56256Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome.

1.2.57257What's past and what's to come she can descry.

1.2.58258Speak: shall I call her in? Believe my words,

1.2.59259For they are certain, and unfallible.

Go call her in.

Go call her in. But first, to try her skill.

1.2.62261Reignier stand thou as Dauphin in my place.

1.2.63262Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern.

1.2.64263By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.

[As Charles.] Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these 266wondrous feats?

Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?

1.2.67268Where is the Dauphin? [To Charles.] Come, come from behind.

1.2.68269I know thee well, though never seen before.

1.2.69270Be not amazed. There's nothing hid from me.

1.2.70271In private will I talk with thee apart.

1.2.71272Stand back you lords, and give us leave a while.

1.2.72.1 [To Alencon and Bastard.] She takes upon her bravely, at first dash.

Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter.

1.2.74275My wit untrained in any kind of art.

1.2.75276Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased

1.2.76277To shine on my contemptible estate.

1.2.77278Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,

1.2.78279And to sun's parching heat displayed my cheeks,

1.2.79280God's mother deignèd to appear to me,

1.2.80281And in a vision, full of majesty,

1.2.81282Willed me to leave my base vocation

1.2.82283And free my country from calamity.

1.2.83284Her aid she promised, and assured success.

1.2.84285In complete glory she revealed herself;

1.2.85286And whereas I was black and swart before,

1.2.86287With those clear rays which she infused on me

1.2.87288That beauty am I blest with, which you may see.

1.2.88289Ask me what question thou canst possible,

1.2.89290And I will answer unpremeditated.

1.2.90291My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,

1.2.91292And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.

1.2.92293Resolve on this: thou shalt be fortunate,

1.2.93294If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.

Thou hast astonished me with thy high terms.

1.2.95296Only this proof I'll of thy valor make:

1.2.96297In single combat thou shalt buckle with me.

1.2.97298And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;

1.2.98299Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.

I am prepared. Here is my keen-edged sword,

1.2.100301Decked with five flower-de-luces on each side;

1.2.101302The which at Touraine, in Saint Katherine's churchyard,

1.2.102303Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.

Then come a God's name, I fear no woman.

And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.

Stay, stay thy hands. Thou art an Amazon,

1.2.106308And fightest with the sword of Deborah.

Christ's mother helps me, else I were too 310weak.

Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me.

1.2.109312Impatiently I burn with thy desire.

1.2.110313My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.

1.2.111314Excellent Pucelle if thy name be so,

1.2.112315Let me thy servant, and not sovereign be.

1.2.113316'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.

I must not yield to any rights of love,

1.2.115318For my profession's sacred from above.

1.2.116319When I have chasèd all thy foes from hence,

1.2.117320Then will I think upon a recompense.

Meantime, look gracious on thy prostrate 322thrall.

[To the other lords apart.] My Lord methinks is very long in talk.

Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock,

1.2.121325Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.

Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no 327mean?

He may mean more then we poor men do know.

1.2.124329These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.

[To Charles.] My Lord, where are you? What devise you on?

1.2.126331Shall we give o'er Orléans, or no?

Why, no, I say. Distrustful recreants,

1.2.128333Fight till the last gasp; I'll be your guard.

What she says, I'll confirm. We'll fight 335it out.

Assigned am I to be the English scourge.

1.2.131337This night the siege assurèdly I'll raise.

1.2.132338Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon's days,

1.2.133339Since I have enterèd into these wars.

1.2.134340Glory is like a circle in the water,

1.2.135341Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself

1.2.136342Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to naught.

1.2.137343With Henry's death, the English circle ends.

1.2.138344Dispersèd are the glories it included.

1.2.139345Now am I like that proud insulting ship

1.2.140346Which Caesar and his fortune bore at once.

Was Muhammed inspirèd with a dove?

1.2.142348Thou with an eagle art inspirèd then.

1.2.143349Helen, the mother of great Constantine,

1.2.144350Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters were like thee.

1.2.145351Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,

1.2.146352How may I reverently worship thee enough?

Leave off delays, and let us raise the 354siege.

Woman, do what thou canst to save our honors.

1.2.149356Drive them from Orléans, and be immortalized.

Presently we'll try. Come, let's away about it.

1.2.151358No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.

I am come to survey the Tower this day.

1.3.2361Since Henry's death, I fear there is conveyance.

1.3.3362Where be these warders, that they wait not here?

1.3.4363[1 Servingman knocks on gates.] Open the gates, 'tis Gloucester that calls.

[Within the Tower.] Who's there, that knocks so imperiously?

It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.

[Within the Tower.] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.

Villains, answer you so the Lord Protector?

[Within the Tower.] The Lord protect him, so we answer him.

1.3.10369We do no otherwise then we are willed.

Who willèd you? Or whose will stands, but mine?

1.3.12371There's none Protector of the realm but I.

1.3.13372[To Servingmen.] Break up the gates. I'll be your warrantize.

1.3.14373Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?

[Within the Tower.] What noise is this? What traitors have 377we here?

Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?

1.3.17379Open the gates, here's Gloucester that would enter.

[Within the Tower.] Have patience noble duke: I may not open.

1.3.19381The Cardinal of Winchester forbids.

1.3.20382From him I have express commandèment,

1.3.21383That thou, nor none of thine, shall be let in.

Faint-hearted Woodville. Prizest him 'fore me?

1.3.23385Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,

1.3.24386Whom Henry our late sovereign ne'er could brook?

1.3.25387Thou art no friend to God, or to the King.

1.3.26388Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.

Open the gates unto the Lord Protector,

1.3.28390Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.

How now ambitious Humphrey. What means 394this?

Peeled priest, dost thou command me to be 396shut out?

I do, thou most usurping proditor,

1.3.32398And not Protector of the King or realm.

Stand back thou manifest conspirator.

1.3.34400Thou that contrived'st to murder our dead lord,

1.3.35401Thou that giv'st whores indulgences to sin,

1.3.36402I'll canvas thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,

1.3.37403If thou proceed in this thy insolence.

Nay, stand thou back. I will not budge a foot.

1.3.39405This be Damascus, be thou cursèd Cain,

1.3.40406To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.

I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back.

1.3.42408Thy scarlet robes, as a child's bearing-cloth,

1.3.43409I'll use to carry thee out of this place.

Do what thou dar'st, I beard thee to thy 411face.

What? Am I dared and bearded to my face?

1.3.46413Draw men, for all this privilegèd place.

1.3.47414Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard.

1.3.48415I mean to tug it, and to cuff you soundly.

1.3.49416Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat.

1.3.50417In spite of Pope, or dignities of church,

1.3.51418Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.

Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the 420Pope.

Winchester goose, I cry, "A rope, a rope".

1.3.54422[To his Servingmen.] Now beat them hence. Why do you let them stay?

1.3.55423[To Winchester.] Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.

1.3.56424Out tawny coats. Out scarlet hypocrite.

Fie, lords, that you being supreme magistrates,

1.3.58429Thus contumeliously should break the peace.

Peace, mayor, thou know'st little of my wrongs.

1.3.60431Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,

1.3.61432Hath here distrained the Tower to his use.

[To Mayor.] Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,

1.3.63434One that still motions war, and never peace,

1.3.64435O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,

1.3.65436That seeks to overthrow religion,

1.3.66437Because he is Protector of the realm;

1.3.67438And would have armor here out of the Tower

1.3.68439To crown himself king and suppress the Prince.

I will not answer thee with words but blows.

Naught rests for me, in this tumultuous strife,

1.3.71443But to make open proclamation.

1.3.72444Come, officer, as loud as e'er thou canst, cry.

All manner of men, assembled here in arms this day

1.3.74446against God's peace and the King's, we charge and command

1.3.75447you, in his highness' name, to repair to your several 448dwelling places, and not to wear, handle, or use any sword, 449weapon, or dagger henceforward, upon pain of death.

Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law.

1.3.77451But we shall meet and break our minds at large.

Gloucester, we'll meet to thy cost, be sure.

1.3.79453Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.

I'll call for clubs, if you will not away:

1.3.81455[Aside.] This Cardinal's more haughty then the devil.

Mayor farewell. Thou dost but what thou 457may'st.

Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head,

1.3.84459For I intend to have it ere long.

[To Officers.] See the coast cleared, and then we will depart.

1.3.86461Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear.

1.3.87462I myself fight not once in forty year.

Sirrah, thou know'st how Orléans is besieged,

1.4.2466And how the English have the suburbs won.

Father I know, and oft have shot at them;

1.4.4468Howe'er, unfortunate, I missed my aim.

But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me.

1.4.6470Chief Master Gunner am I of this town;

1.4.7471Something I must do to procure me grace.

1.4.8472The Prince's espials have informèd me,

1.4.9473How the English, in the suburbs close entrenched,

1.4.10474Went, through a secret grate of iron bars

1.4.11475In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,

1.4.12476And thence discover how with most advantage

1.4.13477They may vex us with shot or with assault.

1.4.14478To intercept this inconvenience,

1.4.15479A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed,

1.4.16480And even these three days have I watched,

1.4.17481If I could see them.

1.4.18482Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.

1.4.19483If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word,

1.4.20484And thou shalt find me at the governor's.

Father, I warrant you, take you no care,

1.4.22486I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.

Talbot, my life, my joy, again returned?

1.4.24490How wert thou handled, being prisoner?

1.4.25491Or by what means got'st thou to be released?

1.4.26492Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.

The Earl of Bedford had a prisoner,

1.4.28494Called the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles,

1.4.29495For him was I exchanged, and ransomèd.

1.4.30496But with a baser man of arms by far

1.4.31497Once in contempt they would have bartered me;

1.4.32498Which I disdaining, scorned, and cravèd death

1.4.33499Rather than I would be so pilled esteemed.

1.4.34500In fine, redeemed I was as I desired.

1.4.35501But O, the treacherous Falstaff wounds my heart,

1.4.36502Whom with my bare fists I would execute

1.4.37503If I now had him brought into my power.

Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert 505entertained.

With scoffs and scorns, and contumelious taunts,

1.4.40507In open marketplace produced they me,

1.4.41508To be a public spectacle to all.

1.4.42509"Here", said they, "is the terror of the French,

1.4.43510The scarecrow that affrights our children so."

1.4.44511Then broke I from the officers that led me,

1.4.45512And with my nails digged stones out of the ground

1.4.46513To hurl at the beholders of my shame.

1.4.47514My grisly countenance made others fly.

1.4.48515None durst come near, for fear of sudden death.

1.4.49516In iron walls they deemed me not secure:

1.4.50517So great fear of my name 'mongst them were spread

1.4.51518That they supposed I could rend bars of steel

1.4.52519And spurn in pieces posts of adamant.

1.4.53520Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had

1.4.54521That walked about me every minute while;

1.4.55522And if I did but stir out of my bed,

1.4.56523Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.

I grieve to hear what torments you endured.

1.4.58526But we will be revenged sufficiently.

1.4.59527Now it is suppertime in Orléans.

1.4.60528Here, through this grate, I count each one,

1.4.61529And view the Frenchmen how they fortify.

1.4.62530Let us look in: the sight will much delight thee.

1.4.63531Sir Thomas Gargrave and Sir William Glansdale,

1.4.64532Let me have your express opinions

1.4.65533Where is best place to make our batt'ry next?

I think at the north gate, for there stands 535Loup.

And I here, at the bulwark of the 537Bridge.

For aught I see, this city must be famished,

1.4.69539Or with light skirmishes enfeeblèd.

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?

1.4.73544Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst, speak:

1.4.74545How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men?

1.4.75546One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off?

1.4.76547Accursèd tower. Accursè fatal hand

1.4.77548That hath contrived this woeful tragedy.

1.4.78549In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;

1.4.79550Henry the Fifth he first trained to the wars.

1.4.80551Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up

1.4.81552His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.

1.4.82553Yet liv'st thou Salisbury? Though thy speech doth fail,

1.4.83554One eye thou hast to look to heaven for grace.

1.4.84555The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.

1.4.85556Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive

1.4.86557If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands.

1.4.87559Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?

1.4.88560Speak unto Talbot. Nay, look up to him.

1.4.89558Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.

1.4.90561Salisbury cheer thy spirit with this comfort:

1.4.91562Thou shalt not die whiles--

1.4.92563He beckons with his hand, and smiles on me,

1.4.93564As who should say, "When I am dead and gone,

1.4.94565Remember to avenge me on the French."

1.4.95566Plantagenet, I will, and like Nero,

1.4.96567Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn.

1.4.97568Wretched shall France be only in my name.

1.4.98570What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens?

1.4.99571Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?

My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head.

1.4.101574The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle joined,

1.4.102575A holy prophetess new risen up,

1.4.103576Is come with a great power, to raise the siege.

Hear, hear, how dying Salisbury doth groan.

1.4.105579It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.

1.4.106580Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you.

1.4.107581Pucelle or puzzel, Dauphin or dogfish,

1.4.108582Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,

1.4.109583And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.

1.4.110584Convey me Salisbury into his tent,

1.4.111585And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.

Where is my strength, my valor, and my force?

1.5.2592Our English troops retire; I cannot stay them.

1.5.3593A woman clad in armor chaseth them.

1.5.5595Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee.

1.5.6596Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee.

1.5.7597Blood will I draw on thee; thou art a witch,

1.5.8598And straight'way give thy soul to him thou serv'st.

Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace 600thee.

Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?

1.5.11602My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage

1.5.12603And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder

1.5.13604But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.

Talbot, farewell. Thy hour is not yet come.

1.5.15607I must go victual Orléans forthwith.

1.5.16610O'ertake me if thou canst. I scorn thy strength.

1.5.17611Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starvèd men.

1.5.18612Help Salisbury to make his testament.

1.5.19613This day is ours, as many more shall be.

My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter's wheel.

1.5.21615I know not where I am nor what I do.

1.5.22616A witch by fear, not force, like Hannibal

1.5.23617Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists.

1.5.24618So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench

1.5.25619Are from their hives and houses driven away.

1.5.26620They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs;

1.5.27621Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.

1.5.28623Hark countrymen, either renew the fight

1.5.29624Or tear the lions out of England's coat.

1.5.30625Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:

1.5.31626Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,

1.5.32627Or horse or oxen from the lèopard,

1.5.33628As you fly from your oft-subduèd slaves.

1.5.34630It will not be, retire into your trenches.

1.5.35631You all consented unto Salisbury's death,

1.5.36632For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.

1.5.37633Pucelle is entered into Orléans,

1.5.38634In spite of us, or aught that we could do.

1.5.39635O would I were to die with Salisbury.

1.5.40636The shame hereof will make me hide my head.

Advance our waving colors on the walls;

1.6.2642Rescued is Orléans from the English.

1.6.3643Thus Joan la Pucelle hath performed her word.

Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,

1.6.5645How shall I honor thee for this success?

1.6.6646Thy promises are like Adonis' garden,

1.6.7647That one day bloomed and fruitful were the next.

1.6.8648France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess.

1.6.9649Recovered is the town of Orléans.

1.6.10650More blessèd hap did ne'er befall our state.

Why ring not out the bells aloud 652throughout the town?

1.6.12653Dauphin command the citizens make bonfires

1.6.13654And feast and banquet in the open streets

1.6.14655To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.

All France will be replete with mirth and joy

1.6.16657When they shall hear how we have played the men.

'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;

1.6.18659For which I will divide my crown with her,

1.6.19660And all the priests and friars in my realm

1.6.20661Shall in procession sing her endless praise.

1.6.21662A statelier pyramid to her I'll rear

1.6.22663Than Rhodope's of Memphis ever was.

1.6.23664In memory of her, when she is dead

1.6.24665Her ashes, in an urn more precious

1.6.25666Than the rich-jeweled coffer of Darius,

1.6.26667Transported, shall be at high festivals

1.6.27668Before the kings and queens of France.

1.6.28669No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,

1.6.29670But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.

1.6.30671Come in, and let us banquet royally,

1.6.31672After this golden day of victory.

Sirs, take your places, and be vigilant.

2.1.2677If any noise or soldier you perceive

2.1.3678Near to the walls, by some apparent sign

2.1.4679Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.

Sergeant you shall.

Sergeant you shall. Thus are poor servitors,

2.1.7681When others sleep upon their quiet beds,

2.1.8682Constrained to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.

Lord regent, and redoubted Burgundy,

2.1.10687By whose approach the regions of Artois,

2.1.11688Walloon, and Picardy are friends to us,

2.1.12689This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,

2.1.13690Having all day caroused and banqueted.

2.1.14691Embrace we then this opportunity,

2.1.15692As fitting best to quittance their deceit,

2.1.16693Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.

Coward of France. How much he wrongs his fame,

2.1.18695Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,

2.1.19696To join with witches and the help of hell.

Traitors have never other company.

2.1.21698But what's that "Pucelle" whom they term so pure?

A maid, they say.

A maid? And be so martial?

Pray God she prove not masculine ere long.

2.1.25702If underneath the standard of the French

2.1.26703She carry armor, as she hath begun.

Well, let them practice and converse with spirits.

2.1.28705God is our fortress, in whose conquering name

2.1.29706Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.

Ascend, brave Talbot. We will follow thee.

Not altogether. Better far, I guess,

2.1.32709That we do make our entrance several ways;

2.1.33710That, if it chance the one of us do fail,

2.1.34711The other yet may rise against their force.

Agreed. I'll to yond corner.

And I to this.

And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.

2.1.38715Now Salisbury; for thee, and for the right

2.1.39716Of English Henry, shall this night appear

2.1.40717How much in duty I am bound to both.

Arm. Arm. The enemy doth make assault.

Cry. Saint George! A Talbot!

How now my Lords? What, all unready so?

Unready? Aye, and glad we scaped so well.

'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,

2.1.46726Hearing alarums at our chamber doors.

Of all exploits since first I followed arms

2.1.48728Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise

2.1.49729More venturous, or desperate than this.

I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.

If not of hell, the heavens sure favor him.

Here cometh Charles. I marvel how he sped?

Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.

Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?

2.1.55736Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,

2.1.56737Make us partakers of a little gain

2.1.57738That now our loss might be ten times so much?

Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend?

2.1.59740At all times will you have my power alike?

2.1.60741Sleeping or waking, must I still prevail,

2.1.61742Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?

2.1.62743Improvident soldiers, had your watch been good,

2.1.63744This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.

Duke of Alencon, this was your default,

2.1.65746That, being captain of the watch tonight,

2.1.66747Did look no better to that weighty charge.

Had all your quarters been as safely kept

2.1.68749As that whereof I had the government,

2.1.69750We had not been thus shamefully surprised.

Mine was secure.

And so was mine, my lord.

And for myself, most part of all this night

2.1.73754Within her quarter and mine own precinct

2.1.74755I was employed in passing to and fro

2.1.75756About relieving of the sentinels.

2.1.76757Then how or which way should they first break in?

Question, my lords, no further of the case,

2.1.78759How or which way. 'Tis sure they found some place

2.1.79760But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.

2.1.80761And now there rests no other shift but this,

2.1.81762To gather our soldiers, scattered and dispersed,

2.1.82763And lay new platforms to endamage them.

A Talbot! A Talbot!

I'll be so bold to take what they have left.

2.1.85768The cry of "Talbot" serves me for a sword,

2.1.86769For I have loaden me with many spoils,

2.1.87770Using no other weapon but his name.

The day begins to break and night is fled,

2.2.2773Whose pitchy mantle overveiled the earth.

2.2.3774Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.

Bring forth the body of old Salisbury

2.2.5776And here advance it in the marketplace,

2.2.6777The middle cincture of this cursèd town.

2.2.7778Now have I paid my vow unto his soul:

2.2.8779For every drop of blood was drawn from him

2.2.9780There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.

2.2.10781And that hereafter ages may behold

2.2.11782What ruin happened in revenge of him,

2.2.12783Within their chiefest temple I'll erect

2.2.13784A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interred;

2.2.14785Upon the which, that every one may read,

2.2.15786Shall be engraved the sack of Orléans,

2.2.16787The treacherous manner of his mournful death,

2.2.17788And what a terror he had been to France.

2.2.18789But, lords, in all our bloody massacre

2.2.19790I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,

2.2.20791His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,

2.2.21792Nor any of his false confederates.

'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,

2.2.23794Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,

2.2.24795They did amongst the troops of armèd men

2.2.25796Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.

Myself, as far as I could well discern

2.2.27798For smoke and dusky vapors of the night,

2.2.28799Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,

2.2.29800When arm-in-arm they both came swiftly running,

2.2.30801Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves

2.2.31802That could not live asunder day or night.

2.2.32803After that things are set in order here,

2.2.33804We'll follow them with all the power we have.

All hail, my lords. Which of this princely train

2.2.35807Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts

2.2.36808So much applauded through the realm of France?

Here is the Talbot. Who would speak with him?

The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,

2.2.39811With modesty admiring thy renown,

2.2.40812By me entreats, great lord, thou would'st vouchsafe

2.2.41813To visit her poor castle where she lies,

2.2.42814That she may boast she hath beheld the man

2.2.43815Whose glory fills the world with loud report.

Is it even so? Nay, then I see our wars

2.2.45817Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,

2.2.46818When ladies crave to be encountered with.

2.2.47819You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.

Ne'er trust me then, for when a world of men

2.2.49821Could not prevail with all their oratory,

2.2.50822Yet hath a woman's kindness overruled.

2.2.51823And therefore tell her I return great thanks,

2.2.52824And in submission will attend on her.

2.2.53825Will not your honors bear me company?

No, truly, 'tis more than manners will.

2.2.55827And I have heard it said, "Unbidden guests

2.2.56828Are often welcomest when they are gone".

Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,

2.2.58830I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.

2.2.59831Come hither, captain.

Come hither, captain. 832You perceive my mind?

I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.

Porter, remember what I gave in charge,

2.3.2837And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.

Madam, I will.

The plot is laid. If all things fall out right,

2.3.5840I shall as famous be by this exploit

2.3.6841As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.

2.3.7842Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,

2.3.8843And his achievements of no less account.

2.3.9844Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,

2.3.10845To give their censure of these rare reports.

Madam, according as your ladyship desired,

2.3.12848By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.

And he is welcome. What, is this the man?

Madam, it is.

Is this the scourge of France?

2.3.16852Is this the Talbot, so much feared abroad

2.3.17853That with his name the mothers still their babes?

2.3.18854I see report is fabulous and false.

2.3.19855I thought I should have seen some Hercules,

2.3.20856A second Hector, for his grim aspect

2.3.21857And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.

2.3.22858Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf.

2.3.23859It cannot be this weak and writhlèd shrimp

2.3.24860Should strike such terror to his enemies.

Madam, I have been bold to trouble you.

2.3.26862But since your ladyship is not at leisure,

2.3.27863I'll sort some other time to visit you.

2.3.28.1 [To Messenger.] What means he now?

2.3.29865Go ask him whither he goes?

Stay, my Lord Talbot, for my lady craves

2.3.31867To know the cause of your abrupt departure.

Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,

2.3.33869I go to certify her Talbot's here.

If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.

Prisoner? To whom?

To me, bloodthirsty lord;

2.3.37874And for that cause I trained thee to my house.

2.3.38875Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,

2.3.39876For in my gallery thy picture hangs;

2.3.40877But now the substance shall endure the like,

2.3.41878And I will chain these legs and arms of thine

2.3.42879That hast by tyranny these many years

2.3.43880Wasted our country, slain our citizens,

2.3.44881And sent our sons and husbands captivate.

Ha, ha, ha!

Laughest, thou wretch?

2.3.47884Thy mirth shall turn to moan.

I laugh to see your ladyship so fond

2.3.49886To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow

2.3.50887Whereon to practice your severity.

Why? Art not thou the man?

I am indeed.

Then have I substance too.

No, no, I am but shadow of myself.

2.3.55892You are deceived; my substance is not here.

2.3.56893For what you see is but the smallest part

2.3.57894And least proportion of humanity.

2.3.58895I tell you madam, were the whole frame here,

2.3.59896It is of such a spacious lofty pitch

2.3.60897Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.

This is a riddling merchant for the nonce.

2.3.62899He will be here, and yet he is not here.

2.3.63900How can these contrarieties agree?

That will I show you presently.

2.3.65904How say you, madam? Are you now persuaded

2.3.66905That Talbot is but shadow of himself?

2.3.67906These are his substance, sinews, arms, and strength,

2.3.68907With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,

2.3.69908Razeth your cities and subverts your towns,

2.3.70909And in a moment makes them desolate.

Victorious Talbot, pardon my abuse.

2.3.72911I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited,

2.3.73912And more than may be gathered by thy shape.

2.3.74913Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath,

2.3.75914For I am sorry, that with reverence

2.3.76915I did not entertain thee as thou art.

Be not dismayed, fair lady, nor misconster

2.3.78917The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake

2.3.79918The outward composition of his body.

2.3.80919What you have done hath not offended me;

2.3.81920Nor other satisfaction do I crave

2.3.82921But only, with your patience, that we may

2.3.83922Taste of your wine and see what cates you have,

2.3.84923For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.

With all my heart; and think me honorèd

2.3.86925To feast so great a warrior in my house.

Great lords and gentlemen, 929what means this silence?

2.4.2930Dare no man answer in a case of truth?

Within the Temple hall we were too loud.

2.4.4932The garden here is more convenient.

Then say at once if I maintained the truth;

2.4.6934Or else was wrangling Somerset in th'error?

Faith. I have been a truant in the law,

2.4.8936And never yet could frame my will to it,

2.4.9937And therefore frame the law unto my will.

Judge you, my lord of Warwick, then 939between us.

Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch,

2.4.12941Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth,

2.4.13942Between two blades, which bears the better temper,

2.4.14943Between two horses, which doth bear him best,

2.4.15944Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye,

2.4.16945I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;

2.4.17946But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,

2.4.18947Good faith, I am no wiser than a 'daw.

Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance.

2.4.20949The truth appears so naked on my side

2.4.21950That any purblind eye may find it out.

And on my side it is so well appareled,

2.4.23952So clear, so shining, and so evident,

2.4.24953That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.

Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,

2.4.26955In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts.

2.4.27956Let him that is a true-born gentleman

2.4.28957And stands upon the honor of his birth,

2.4.29958If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,

2.4.30959From off this briar pluck a white rose with me.

Let him that is no coward, nor no flatterer,

2.4.32961But dare maintain the party of the truth,

2.4.33962Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.

I love no colors, and without all color

2.4.35964Of base insinuating flattery

2.4.36965I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.

I pluck this red rose with young Somerset,

2.4.38967And say withal I think he held the right.

Stay lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more

2.4.40969Till you conclude that he upon whose side

2.4.41970The fewest roses are croppèd from the tree

2.4.42971Shall yield the other in the right opinion.

Good Master Vernon, it is well objected.

2.4.44973If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.

And I.

Then for the truth and plainness of the case

2.4.47976I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,

2.4.48977Giving my verdict on the white rose' side.

Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,

2.4.50979Lest, bleeding, you do paint the white rose red,

2.4.51980And fall on my side so against your will.

If I, my lord, for my opinion bleed,

2.4.53982Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt

2.4.54983And keep me on the side where still I am.

Well, well, come on. Who else?

Unless my study and my books be false,

2.4.57986The argument you held was wrong in you;

2.4.58987In sign whereof, I pluck a white rose too.

Now Somerset, where is your argument?

Here in my scabbard, meditating that

2.4.61990Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.

Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses,

2.4.63992For pale they look with fear, as witnessing

2.4.64993The truth on our side.

No, Plantagenet,

2.4.66995'Tis not for fear, but anger, that thy cheeks

2.4.67996Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,

2.4.68997And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.

Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?

Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?

Aye, sharp and piercing to maintain his truth,

2.4.721001Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.

Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,

2.4.741003That shall maintain what I have said is true,

2.4.751004Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.

Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,

2.4.771006I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.

Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.

Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and 1009thee.

I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.

Away, away, good William de la Pole.

2.4.821012We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.

Now by God's will thou wrong'st him, Somerset.

2.4.841014His grandfather was Lionel, Duke of Clarence,

2.4.851015Third son to the third Edward, King of England.

2.4.861016Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?

He bears him on the place's privilege,

2.4.881018Or durst not for his craven heart say thus.

By him that made me, I'll maintain my words

2.4.901020On any plot of ground in Christendom.

2.4.911021Was not thy father Richard, Earl of Cambridge,

2.4.921022For treason executed in our late king's days?

2.4.931023And by his treason stand'st not thou attainted,

2.4.941024Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?

2.4.951025His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood,

2.4.961026And till thou be restored thou art a yeoman.

My father was attachèd, not attainted,

2.4.981028Condemned to die for treason, but no traitor;

2.4.991029And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,

2.4.1001030Were growing time once ripened to my will.

2.4.1011031For your partaker Pole, and you yourself,

2.4.1021032I'll note you in my book of memory,

2.4.1031033To scourge you for this apprehension.

2.4.1041034Look to it well, and say you are well warned.

Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still:

2.4.1061036And know us by these colors for thy foes,

2.4.1071037For these my friends, in spite of thee, shall wear.

And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,

2.4.1091039As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,

2.4.1101040Will I forever, and my faction, wear

2.4.1111041Until it wither with me to my grave,

2.4.1121042Or flourish to the height of my degree.

Go forward, and be choked with thy ambition.

2.4.1141044And so farewell until I meet thee next.

Have with thee Pole. Farewell ambitious 1046Richard.

How I am braved, and must perforce endure1048 it.

This blot that they object against your house

2.4.1181050Shall be wiped out in the next parliament,

2.4.1191051Called for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester.

2.4.1201052And if thou be not then created York,

2.4.1211053I will not live to be accounted Warwick.

2.4.1221054Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,

2.4.1231055Against proud Somerset and William Pole,

2.4.1241056Will I upon thy party wear this rose.

2.4.1251057And here I prophecy: this brawl today,

2.4.1261058Grown to this faction in the Temple garden,

2.4.1271059Shall send, between the red rose and the white,

2.4.1281060A thousand souls to death and deadly night.

Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,

2.4.1301062That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.

In your behalf still will I wear the same.

And so will I.

Thanks, gentle.

2.4.1341066Come, let us four to Dinner. I dare say

2.4.1351067This quarrel will drink blood another day.

Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,

2.5.21072Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.

2.5.31073Even like a man new-halèd from the rack,

2.5.41074So fare my limbs with long imprisonment;

2.5.51075And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,

2.5.61076Nestor-like agèd in an age of care,

2.5.71077Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.

2.5.81078These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,

2.5.91079Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;

2.5.101080Weak shoulders, overborne with burdening grief,

2.5.111081And pithless arms, like to a withered vine

2.5.121082That droops his sapless branches to the ground.

2.5.131083Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,

2.5.141084Unable to support this lump of clay,

2.5.151085Swift-wingèd with desire to get a grave,

2.5.161086As witting I no other comfort have.

2.5.171087But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?

Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come.

2.5.191089We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber,

2.5.201090And answer was returned that he will come.

Enough. My soul shall then be satisfied.

2.5.221092Poor gentleman, his wrong doth equal mine.

2.5.231093Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,

2.5.241094Before whose glory I was great in arms,

2.5.251095This loathsome sequestration have I had;

2.5.261096And even since then hath Richard been obscured,

2.5.271097Deprived of honor and inheritance.

2.5.281098But now the arbitrator of despairs,

2.5.291099Just Death, kind umpire of men's miseries,

2.5.301100With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence.

2.5.311101I would his troubles likewise were expired,

2.5.321102That so he might recover what was lost.

My lord, your loving nephew now is come.

Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?

Aye, noble uncle, thus ignobly used:

2.5.361107Your nephew, late despisèd Richard, comes.

Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck

2.5.381109And in his bosom spend my latter gasp.

2.5.391110O tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,

2.5.401111That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.

2.5.411112And now declare sweet stem from York's great stock,

2.5.421113Why didst thou say of late thou wert despised?

First lean thine agèd back against mine arm,

2.5.441115And in that ease I'll tell thee my dis-ease.

2.5.451116This day in argument upon a case

2.5.461117Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;

2.5.471118Among which terms he used his lavish tongue

2.5.481119And did upbraid me with my father's death;

2.5.491120Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,

2.5.501121Else with the like I had requited him.

2.5.511122Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,

2.5.521123In honor of a true Plantagenet,

2.5.531124And for alliance' sake, declare the cause

2.5.541125My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.

That cause, fair nephew, that imprisoned me,

2.5.561127And hath detained me all my flow'ring youth

2.5.571128Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,

2.5.581129Was cursèd instrument of his decease.

Discover more at large what cause that was,

2.5.601131For I am ignorant and cannot guess.

I will, if that my fading breath permit

2.5.621133And death approach not ere my tale be done.

2.5.631134Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this King,

2.5.641135Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,

2.5.651136The first begotten and the lawful heir

2.5.661137Of Edward, king the third of that descent;

2.5.671138During whose reign the Percies of the north,

2.5.681139Finding his usurpation most unjust,

2.5.691140Endeavored my advancement to the throne.

2.5.701141The reason moved these warlike lords to this

2.5.711142Was for that, young Richard thus removed,

2.5.721143Leaving no heir begotten of his body,

2.5.731144I was the next by birth and parentage,

2.5.741145For by my mother I derivèd am

2.5.751146From Lionel, Duke of Clarence, third son

2.5.761147To King Edward the Third; whereas he

2.5.771148From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,

2.5.781149Being but fourth of that heroic line.

2.5.791150But mark: as in this haughty great attempt

2.5.801151They labourèd to plant the rightful heir,

2.5.811152I lost my liberty, and they their lives.

2.5.821153Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,

2.5.831154Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,

2.5.841155Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived

2.5.851156From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,

2.5.861157Marrying my sister that thy mother was,

2.5.871158Again, in pity of my hard distress,

2.5.881159Levied an army, weening to redeem

2.5.891160And have installed me in the diadem;

2.5.901161But as the rest, so fell that noble earl,

2.5.911162And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,

2.5.921163In whom the title rested, were suppressed.

Of which, my lord, your honor is the last.

True, and thou seest that I no issue have,

2.5.951166And that my fainting words do warrant death.

2.5.961167Thou art my heir. The rest I wish thee gather:

2.5.971168But yet be wary in thy studious care.

Thy grave admonishments prevail with me.

2.5.991170But yet methinks my father's execution

2.5.1001171Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.

With silence, nephew, be thou politic.

2.5.1021173Strong fixèd is the house of Lancaster,

2.5.1031174And like a mountain, not to be removed.

2.5.1041175But now thy uncle is removing hence,

2.5.1051176As princes do their courts, when they are cloyed

2.5.1061177With long continuance in a settled place.

O uncle, would some part of my young years

2.5.1081179Might but redeem the passage of your age.

Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth,

2.5.1101181Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.

2.5.1111182Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good.

2.5.1121183Only give order for my funeral.

2.5.1131184And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes,

2.5.1141185And prosperous be thy life in peace and war.

And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul.

2.5.1161187In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage,

2.5.1171188And like a hermit overpassed thy days.

2.5.1181189Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast,

2.5.1191190And what I do imagine, let that rest.

2.5.1201191Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself

2.5.1211192Will see his burial better than his life.

2.5.1221193Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,

2.5.1231194Choked with ambition of the meaner sort.

2.5.1241195And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,

2.5.1251196Which Somerset hath offered to my house,

2.5.1261197I doubt not but with honor to redress.

2.5.1271198And therefore haste I to the Parliament,

2.5.1281199Either to be restorèd to my blood,

2.5.1291200Or make my will th'advantage of my good.

Com'st thou with deep premeditated lines?

3.1.21206With written pamphlets studiously devised?

3.1.31207Humphrey of Gloucester, if thou canst accuse,

3.1.41208Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,

3.1.51209Do it without invention, suddenly,

3.1.61210As I with sudden, and extemporal speech

3.1.71211Purpose to answer what thou canst object.

Presumptuous priest, this place commands my patience,

3.1.91213Or thou should'st find thou hast dishonored me.

3.1.101214Think not, although in writing I preferred

3.1.111215The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,

3.1.121216That therefore I have forged, or am not able

3.1.131217Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen.

3.1.141218No, prelate, such is thy audacious wickedness,

3.1.151219Thy lewd, pestiferous, and dissentious pranks,

3.1.161220As very infants prattle of thy pride.

3.1.171221Thou art a most pernicious usurer,

3.1.181222Froward by nature, enemy to peace,

3.1.191223Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems

3.1.201224A man of thy profession and degree.

3.1.211225And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?

3.1.221226In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,

3.1.231227As well at London Bridge as at the Tower.

3.1.241228Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,

3.1.251229The King thy sovereign is not quite exempt

3.1.261230From envious malice of thy swelling heart.

Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords vouchsafe

3.1.281232To give me hearing what I shall reply.

3.1.291233If I were covetous, ambitious, or perverse,

3.1.301234As he will have me, how am I so poor?

3.1.311235Or how haps it I seek not to advance

3.1.321236Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?

3.1.331237And for dissension, who preferreth peace

3.1.341238More than I do, except I be provoked?

3.1.351239No, my good lords, it is not that offends;

3.1.361240It is not that that hath incensed the Duke.

3.1.371241It is because no one should sway but he,

3.1.381242No one but he should be about the King;

3.1.391243And that engenders thunder in his breast

3.1.401244And makes him roar these accusations forth.

3.1.411245But he shall know I am as good.

As good?

3.1.431247Thou bastard of my grandfather.

Aye, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,

3.1.451249But 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,

3.1.491253And useth it to patronage his theft.

Unreverent Gloucester.

Thou art reverend

3.1.521256Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.

Rome shall remedy this.

Roam thither then.

My lord, it were your duty to forbear.

Aye, see the bishop be not overborne.

Methinks my lord should be religious,

3.1.581262And know the office that belongs to such.

Methinks his lordship should be humbler,

3.1.601264It fitteth not a prelate so to plead.

Yes, when his holy state is touched so near.

State holy or unhallowed, what of that?

3.1.631267Is not his grace Protector to the King?

Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,

3.1.651269Lest it be said, "Speak, sirrah, when you should;

3.1.661270Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?"

3.1.671271Else would I have a fling at Winchester.

Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,

3.1.691273The special watchmen of our English weal,

3.1.701274I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,

3.1.711275To join your hearts in love and amity.

3.1.721276O what a scandal is it to our crown

3.1.731277That two such noble peers as ye should jar.

3.1.741278Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell

3.1.751279Civil dissension is a viperous worm

3.1.761280That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.

[Within.] Down with the tawny coats.

What tumult's this?

An uproar, I dare warrant,

3.1.801285Begun through malice of the Bishop's men.

[Within.] Stones, stones.

Oh my good lords, and virtuous Henry,

3.1.831289Pity the city of London, pity us.

3.1.841290The Bishop, and the Duke of Gloucester's men,

3.1.851291Forbidden late to carry any weapon,

3.1.861292Have filled their pockets full of pebble stones

3.1.871293And, banding themselves in contrary parts,

3.1.881294Do pelt so fast at one another's pate

3.1.891295That many have their giddy brains knocked out.

3.1.901296Our windows are broke down in every street,

3.1.911297And we, for fear, compelled to shut our shops.

We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,

3.1.931300To hold your slaught'ring hands, and keep the peace.

3.1.941301Pray, Uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.

Nay, if we be forbidden stones, we'll fall 1303to it with our teeth.

Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.

You of my household, leave this peevish broil,

3.1.981307And set this unaccustomed fight aside.

My lord, we know your grace to be a man

3.1.1001309Just and upright and, for your royal birth,

3.1.1011310Inferior to none but to his majesty;

3.1.1021311And ere that we will suffer such a prince,

3.1.1031312So kind a father of the commonweal,

3.1.1041313To be disgracèd by an inkhorn mate,

3.1.1051314We and our wives and children all will fight

3.1.1061315And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.

Aye, and the very parings of our nails

3.1.1081317Shall pitch a field when we are dead.

Stay, stay, I say.

3.1.1101320And if you love me, as you say you do,

3.1.1111321Let me persuade you to forbear a while.

O, how this discord doth afflict my soul.

3.1.1131323Can you, my lord of Winchester, behold

3.1.1141324My sighs and tears, and will not once relent?

3.1.1151325Who should be pitiful if you be not?

3.1.1161326Or who should study to prefer a peace,

3.1.1171327If holy churchmen take delight in broils?

Yield my lord Protector. Yield Winchester.

3.1.1191329Except you mean with obstinate repulse

3.1.1201330To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.

3.1.1211331You see what mischief, and what murder too,

3.1.1221332Hath been enacted through your enmity.

3.1.1231333Then be at peace, except ye thirst for blood.

He shall submit, or I will never yield.

Compassion on the King commands me stoop,

3.1.1261336Or I would see his heart out ere the priest

3.1.1271337Should ever get that privilege of me.

Behold, my lord of Winchester, the Duke

3.1.1291339Hath banished moody discontented fury,

3.1.1301340As by his smoothèd brows it doth appear.

3.1.1311341Why look you still so stern and tragical?

Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.

Fie, Uncle Beaufort. I have heard you preach

3.1.1341344That malice was a great and grievous sin;

3.1.1351345And will not you maintain the thing you teach,

3.1.1361346But prove a chief offender in the same?

Sweet King, the Bishop hath a kindly gird.

3.1.1381348For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent.

3.1.1391349What, shall a child instruct you what to do?

Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee

3.1.1411351Love for thy love, and hand for hand I give.

[Aside.] Aye, but I fear me with a hollow heart.

3.1.1431353[To the others.] See here, my friends and loving countrymen,

3.1.1441354This token serveth for a flag of truce

3.1.1451355Betwixt ourselves and all our followers.

3.1.1461356So help me God, as I dissemble not.

[Aside.] So help me God, as I intend it not.

O loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,

3.1.1491359How joyful am I made by this contract.

3.1.1501360[To the Servingmen.] Away my masters, trouble us no more,

3.1.1511361But join in friendship as your lords have done.

Content. I'll to the surgeon's.

And so will I.

And I will see what physic the tavern 1365affords.

Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,

3.1.1561367Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet

3.1.1571368We do exhibit to your majesty.

Well urged, my Lord of Warwick; for, sweet prince,

3.1.1591370And if your grace mark every circumstance,

3.1.1601371You have great reason to do Richard right,

3.1.1611372Especially for those occasions

3.1.1621373At Eltham Place I told your majesty.

And those occasions, uncle, were of force.

3.1.1641375Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is

3.1.1651376That Richard be restorèd to his blood.

Let Richard be restorèd to his blood.

3.1.1671378So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.

As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.

If Richard will be true, not that all alone

3.1.1701381But all the whole inheritance I give

3.1.1711382That doth belong unto the house of York,

3.1.1721383From whence you spring by lineal descent.

Thy humble servant vows obedience

3.1.1741385And humble service till the point of death.

Stoop then, and set your knee against my foot.

3.1.1761387And in reguerdon of that duty done,

3.1.1771388I gird thee with the valiant sword of York.

3.1.1781389Rise, Richard, like a true Plantagenet,

3.1.1791390And rise created princely Duke of York.

[Rising.] And so thrive Richard, as thy foes may fall;

3.1.1811392And as my duty springs, so perish they

3.1.1821393That grudge one thought against your majesty.

Welcome high prince, the mighty Duke of York.

[Aside.] Perish base prince, ignoble Duke of York.

Now will it best avail your majesty

3.1.1861397To cross the seas and to be crowned in France.

3.1.1871398The presence of a king engenders love

3.1.1881399Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,

3.1.1891400As it disanimates his enemies.

When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes,

3.1.1911402For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.

Your ships already are in readiness.

Aye, we may march in England or in France,

3.1.1941407Not seeing what is likely to ensue.

3.1.1951408This late dissension grown betwixt the peers

3.1.1961409Burns under fainèd ashes of forged love,

3.1.1971410And will at last break out into a flame.

3.1.1981411As festered members rot but by degree

3.1.1991412Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,

3.1.2001413So will this base and envious discord breed.

3.1.2011414And now I fear that fatal prophecy

3.1.2021415Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth,

3.1.2031416Was in the mouth of every sucking babe:

3.1.2041417That "Henry born at Monmouth should win all,

3.1.2051418And Henry born at Windsor, lose all".

3.1.2061419Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish

3.1.2071420His days may finish, ere that hapless time.

These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,

3.2.21425Through which our policy must make a breach.

3.2.31426Take heed. Be wary how you place your words.

3.2.41427Talk like the vulgar sort of market men

3.2.51428That come to gather money for their corn.

3.2.61429If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,

3.2.71430And that we find the slothful watch but weak,

3.2.81431I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,

3.2.91432That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.

Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,

3.2.111434And we be lords and rulers over Rouen.

3.2.121435Therefore we'll knock.

Qui là.

Paysans, la pauvre gens de France:

3.2.151438Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.

Enter, go in, the market bell is rung.

Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the 1441ground.

Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem,

3.2.191444And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.

Here entered Pucelle and her practisants.

3.2.211446Now she is there, how will she specify

3.2.221447"Here is the best and safest passage in"?

By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;

3.2.241449Which, once discerned, shows that her meaning is:

3.2.251450No way to that, for weakness, which she entered.

Behold, this is the happy wedding torch

3.2.281454That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,

3.2.291455But burning fatal to the Talbonites.

See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend.

3.2.311457The burning torch in yonder turret stands.

Now shine it like a comet of revenge.

3.2.331459A prophet to the fall of all our foes.

Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends.

3.2.351461Enter and cry, "The Dauphin", presently,

3.2.361462And then do execution on the watch.

France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,

3.2.381465If Talbot but survive thy treachery.

3.2.391466Pucelle, that witch, that damnèd sorceress,

3.2.401467Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,

3.2.411468That hardly we escaped the pride of France.

Good morrow gallants. Want ye corn for bread?

3.2.431474I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast

3.2.441475Before he'll buy again at such a rate.

3.2.451476'Twas full of darnel. Do you like the taste?

Scoff on, vile fiend, and shameless courtesan.

3.2.471478I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own,

3.2.481479And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.

Your grace may starve, perhaps, before that 1481time.

O let no words, but deeds, revenge this 1483treason.

What will you do, good grey-beard? 1485Break a lance

3.2.521486And run a-tilt at death within a chair?

Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,

3.2.541488Encompassed with thy lustful paramours,

3.2.551489Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age

3.2.561490And twit with cowardice a man half dead?

3.2.571491Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,

3.2.581492Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

Are ye so hot, sir? Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace.

3.2.601494If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.

3.2.611496God speed the parliament; who shall be the Speaker?

Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?

Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,

3.2.641499To try if that our own be ours or no.

I speak not to that railing Hecate,

3.2.661501But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest.

3.2.671502Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?

Seigneur, no.

Seigneur, hang. Base muleteers of France,

3.2.701505Like peasant footboys do they keep the walls

3.2.711506And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.

Away, captains, let's get us from the walls,

3.2.731508For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.

3.2.741509Goodbye, my Lord. We came but to tell you

3.2.751510That we are here.

And there will we be, too, ere it be long,

3.2.771512Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame.

3.2.781513Vow Burgundy, by honor of thy house,

3.2.791514Pricked on by public wrongs sustained in France,

3.2.801515Either to get the town again, or die.

3.2.811516And I, as sure as English Henry lives,

3.2.821517And as his father here was conqueror;

3.2.831518As sure as in this late betrayèd town,

3.2.841519Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buryèd,

3.2.851520So sure I swear to get the town or die.

My vows are equal partners with thy 1522vows.

But ere we go, regard this dying prince,

3.2.881524The valiant Duke of Bedford. [To Bedford.] Come, my lord,

3.2.891525We will bestow you in some better place,

3.2.901526Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.

Lord Talbot, do not so dishonor me.

3.2.921528Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen,

3.2.931529And 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

3.2.961532That stout Pendragon, in his litter sick,

3.2.971533Came to the field and vanquishèd his foes.

3.2.981534Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,

3.2.991535Because I ever found them as myself.

Undaunted spirit in a dying breast.

3.2.1011537Then be it so; heavens keep old Bedford safe.

3.2.1021538And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,

3.2.1031539But gather we our forces out of hand,

3.2.1041540And set upon our boasting enemy.

Whither away, Sir John Falstaff, in such haste?

Whither away? To save myself by flight.

3.2.1071545We are like to have the overthrow again.

What, will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?

Aye, all the Talbots in the world, to save my life.

Cowardly knight, ill fortune follow thee.

Now quiet soul, depart when heaven please,

3.2.1121554For I have seen our enemy's overthrow.

3.2.1131555What is the trust or strength of foolish man?

3.2.1141556They that of late were daring with their scoffs

3.2.1151557Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.

Lost and recovered in a day again.

3.2.1171562This is a double honor, Burgundy;

3.2.1181563Yet heavens have glory for this victory.

Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy

3.2.1201565Enshrines thee in his heart, and there erects

3.2.1211566Thy noble deeds as valor's monuments.

Thanks, gentle Duke. But where is Pucelle now?

3.2.1231568I think her old familiar is asleep.

3.2.1241569Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?

3.2.1251570What all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief

3.2.1261571That such a valiant company are fled.

3.2.1271572Now will we take some order in the town,

3.2.1281573Placing therein some expert officers,

3.2.1291574And then depart to Paris, to the King,

3.2.1301575For there young Henry with his nobles lie.

What wills lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.

But yet, before we go, let's not forget

3.2.1331578The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,

3.2.1341579But see his exequies fulfilled in Rouen.

3.2.1351580A braver soldier never couchèd lance;

3.2.1361581A gentler heart did never sway in court.

3.2.1371582But kings and mightiest potentates must die,

3.2.1381583For that's the end of human misery.

Dismay not, princes, at this accident,

3.3.21587Nor grieve that Rouen is so recoverèd.

3.3.31588Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,

3.3.41589For things that are not to be remedied.

3.3.51590Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,

3.3.61591And like a peacock sweep along his tail;

3.3.71592We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,

3.3.81593If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.

We have been guided by thee hitherto,

3.3.101595And of thy cunning had no diffidence.

3.3.111596One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

[To Joan.] Search out thy wit for secret policies,

3.3.131598And we will make thee famous through the world.

[To Joan.] We'll set thy statue in some holy place

3.3.151600And have thee reverenced like a blessèd saint.

3.3.161601Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.

Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:

3.3.181603By fair persuasions mixed with sugared words

3.3.191604We will entice the Duke of Burgundy

3.3.201605To leave the Talbot and to follow us.

Aye, marry, sweeting, if we could do that

3.3.221607France were no place for Henry's warriors,

3.3.231608Nor should that nation boast it so with us,

3.3.241609But be extirpèd from our provinces.

For ever should they be expulsed from France

3.3.261611And not have title of an earldom here.

Your honors shall perceive how I will work

3.3.281613To bring this matter to the wishèd end.

3.3.291615Hark, by the sound of drum you may perceive

3.3.301616Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.

3.3.311618There goes the Talbot, with his colors spread,

3.3.321619And all the troops of English after him.

3.3.331621Now in the rearward comes the Duke and his;

3.3.341622Fortune in favor makes him lag behind.

3.3.351623Summon a parley. We will talk with him.

[Calling.] A parley with the Duke of Burgundy.

Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?

The princely Charles of France, thy 1628countryman.

What sayest thou, Charles? For I am marching 1630hence.

Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy 1632words.

Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France,

3.3.421634Stay. Let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.

Speak on, but be not over-tedious.

Look on thy country, look on fertile France,

3.3.451637And see the cities and the towns defaced

3.3.461638By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.

3.3.471639As looks the mother on her lowly babe

3.3.481640When death doth close his tender-dying eyes,

3.3.491641See, see the pining malady of France;

3.3.501642Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,

3.3.511643Which thou thyself hast given her woeful breast.

3.3.521644Oh turn thy edgèd sword another way,

3.3.531645Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.

3.3.541646One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom

3.3.551647Should grieve thee more then streams of foreign gore.

3.3.561648Return thee, therefore, with a flood of tears

3.3.571649And wash away thy country's stainèd spots.

[Aside.] Either she hath bewitched me with her words,

3.3.591651Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,

3.3.611653Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.

3.3.621654Who join'st thou with but with a lordly nation

3.3.631655That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?

3.3.641656When Talbot hath set footing once in France

3.3.651657And fashioned thee that instrument of ill,

3.3.661658Who then but English Henry will be lord,

3.3.671659And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?

3.3.681660Call we to mind and mark but this for proof:

3.3.691661Was not the Duke of Orléans thy foe?

3.3.701662And was he not in England prisoner?

3.3.711663But when they heard he was thine enemy

3.3.721664They set him free, without his ransom paid,

3.3.731665In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.

3.3.741666See then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen

3.3.751667And, join'st with them, will be thy slaughtermen.

3.3.761668Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord,

3.3.771669Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.

[Aside.] I am vanquishèd. 1671These haughty words of hers

3.3.791672Have battered me like roaring cannon-shot

3.3.801673And made me almost yield upon my knees.

3.3.811674Forgive me country, and sweet countrymen;

3.3.821675And lords, accept this hearty kind embrace.

3.3.831676My forces and my power of men are yours.

3.3.841677So farewell, Talbot. I'll no longer trust thee.

[Aside.] Done like a Frenchman: turn and turn 1679again.

Welcome, brave Duke. Thy friendship makes 1681us fresh.

And doth beget new courage in our 1683breasts.

Pucelle hath bravely played her part in this,

3.3.891685And doth deserve a coronet of gold.

Now let us on, my lords, 1687and join our powers,

3.3.911688And seek how we may prejudice the foe.

My gracious prince, and honorable peers,

3.4.21694Hearing of your arrival in this realm

3.4.31695I have a while given truce unto my wars

3.4.41696To do my duty to my sovereign;

3.4.51697In sign whereof, this arm that hath reclaimed

3.4.61698To your obedience fifty fortresses,

3.4.71699Twelve cities, and seven wallèd towns of strength,

3.4.81700Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,

3.4.91701Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet,

3.4.101702And with submissive loyalty of heart

3.4.111703Ascribes the glory of his conquest got

3.4.121704First to my God, and next unto your grace.

Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,

3.4.141706That hath so long been resident in France?

Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.

Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord.

3.4.171709When I was young, as yet I am not old,

3.4.181710I do remember how my father said

3.4.191711A stouter champion never handled sword.

3.4.201712Long since we were resolvèd of your truth,

3.4.211713Your faithful service and your toil in war,

3.4.221714Yet never have you tasted our reward,

3.4.231715Or been reguerdoned with so much as thanks,

3.4.241716Because till now we never saw your face.

3.4.251717Therefore stand up,

Therefore stand up, and for these good deserts

3.4.261718We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;

3.4.271719And in our coronation take your place.

Now sir, to you that were so hot at sea,

3.4.291723Disgracing of these colors that I wear

3.4.301724In honor of my noble lord of York

3.4.311725Dar'st thou maintain the former words thou spak'st?

Yes, sir, as well as you dare patronage

3.4.331727The envious barking of your saucy tongue

3.4.341728Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.

Sirrah, thy lord I honor as he is.

Why, what is he? As good a man as York.

Hark ye, not so. In witness, take ye that.

Villain, thou knowest 1734the law of arms is such

3.4.391735That whoso draws a sword 'tis present death,

3.4.401736Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.

3.4.411737But I'll unto his majesty and crave

3.4.421738I may have liberty to venge this wrong,

3.4.431739When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.

Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you,

3.4.451741And after meet you sooner than you would.

Lord Bishop, set the crown upon his head.

God save King Henry, of that name the sixth.

Now, Governor of Paris, take your oath

4.1.41749That you elect no other King but him;

4.1.51750Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,

4.1.61751And none your foes but such as shall pretend

4.1.71752Malicious practices against his state.

4.1.81753This shall ye do, so help you righteous God.

My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calice

4.1.101756To haste unto your coronation

4.1.111757A letter was delivered to my hands,

4.1.121758Writ to your grace, from th' Duke of Burgundy.

Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee.

4.1.141760I vowed, base knight, when I did meet thee next,

4.1.151761To tear the Garter from thy craven's leg,

4.1.161762Which I have done because unworthily

4.1.171763Thou was't installèd in that high degree.

4.1.181764Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest.

4.1.191765This dastard at the battle of Poitiers,

4.1.201766When but in all I was six thousand strong,

4.1.211767And that the French were almost ten to one,

4.1.221768Before we met, or that a stroke was given,

4.1.231769Like to a trusty squire did run away;

4.1.241770In which assault we lost twelve hundred men.

4.1.251771Myself and diverse gentlemen beside

4.1.261772Were there surprised and taken prisoners.

4.1.271773Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss,

4.1.281774Or whether that such cowards ought to wear

4.1.291775This ornament of knighthood: yea or no?

To say the truth, this fact was infamous

4.1.311777And ill beseeming any common man,

4.1.321778Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.

When first this order was ordained my lords,

4.1.341780Knights of the Garter were of noble birth,

4.1.351781Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,

4.1.361782Such as were grown to credit by the wars;

4.1.371783Not fearing death nor shrinking for distress,

4.1.381784But always resolute in most extremes.

4.1.391785He then that is not furnished in this sort

4.1.401786Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,

4.1.411787Profaning this most honorable order,

4.1.421788And should, if I were worthy to be judge,

4.1.431789Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain

4.1.441790That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.

[To Falstaff.] Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom.

4.1.461792Be packing, therefore, thou that was't a knight.

4.1.471793Henceforth we banish thee on pain of death.

4.1.481794And now, Lord Protector, view the letter

4.1.491795Sent from our Uncle, Duke of Burgundy.

What means his grace that he hath changed 1797his style?

4.1.511798No more but plain and bluntly "To the King"?

4.1.521799Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?

4.1.531800Or doth this churlish superscription

4.1.541801Pretend some alteration in good will?

4.1.551802What's here? "I have upon especial cause

4.1.561803Moved with compassion of my country's wrack

4.1.571804Together with the pitiful complaints

4.1.581805Of such as your oppression feeds upon,

4.1.591806Forsaken your pernicious faction

4.1.601807And joined with Charles, the rightful king of France."

4.1.611808O monstrous treachery. Can this be so?

4.1.621809That in alliance, amity, and oaths

4.1.631810There should be found such false dissembling guile?

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

4.1.691816And give him chastisement for this abuse.

4.1.701817How say you, my lord? Are you not content?

Content, my liege? Yes. But that I am prevented,

4.1.721819I should have begged I might have been employed.

Then gather strength and march unto him 1821straight.

4.1.741822Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason,

4.1.751823And what offense it is to flout his friends.

I go my lord, in heart desiring still

4.1.771825You may behold confusion of your foes.

[To King Henry.] Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.

[To King Henry.] And me, my lord; grant me the combat too.

[To King Henry, pointing to Vernon.] This is my servant; hear him, noble prince.

[To King Henry, pointing to Basset.] And this is mine, sweet Henry, favor him.

Be patient, lords, and give them leave to speak.

4.1.831832Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim,

4.1.841833And 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?

4.1.881837First let me know, and then I'll answer you.

Crossing the sea from England into France,

4.1.901839This fellow here with envious carping tongue

4.1.911840Upbraided me about the rose I wear,

4.1.921841Saying the sanguine color of the leaves

4.1.931842Did represent my master's blushing cheeks

4.1.941843When stubbornly he did repugn the truth

4.1.951844About a certain question in the law

4.1.961845Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him,

4.1.971846With other vile and ignominious terms;

4.1.981847In confutation of which rude reproach,

4.1.991848And in defense of my lord's worthiness,

4.1.1001849I crave the benefit of law of arms.

And that is my petition, noble lord;

4.1.1021851For though he seem with forgèd quaint conceit

4.1.1031852To set a gloss upon his bold intent,

4.1.1041853Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him,

4.1.1051854And he first took exceptions at this badge,

4.1.1061855Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower

4.1.1071856Bewrayed the faintness of my master's heart.

Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?

Your private grudge, my lord of York, will out,

4.1.1101859Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.

Good Lord, what madness rules in 1861brainsick men

4.1.1121862When for so slight and frivolous a cause

4.1.1131863Such factious emulations shall arise?

4.1.1141864Good cousins both of York and Somerset,

4.1.1151865Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.

Let this dissension first be tried by fight,

4.1.1171867And then your highness shall command a peace.

The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;

4.1.1191869Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.

There is my pledge. Accept it, Somerset.

Nay, let it rest where it began at first.

Confirm it so, mine honorable lord.

Confirm it so? Confounded be your strife,

4.1.1241874And perish ye with your audacious prate.

4.1.1251875Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed

4.1.1261876With this immodest clamorous outrage

4.1.1271877To trouble and disturb the King and us?

4.1.1281878And you, my lords, methinks you do not well

4.1.1291879To bear with their perverse objections,

4.1.1301880Much less to take occasion from their mouths

4.1.1311881To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves.

4.1.1321882Let me persuade you take a better course.

It grieves his highness. 1884Good my lords, be friends.

Come hither, you that would be combatants.

4.1.1351886Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favor,

4.1.1361887Quite to forget this quarrel, and the cause.

4.1.1371888And you, my lords, remember where we are:

4.1.1381889In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation.

4.1.1391890If they perceive dissension in our looks,

4.1.1401891And that within ourselves we disagree,

4.1.1411892How will their grudging stomachs be provoked

4.1.1421893To willful disobedience, and rebel.

4.1.1431894Beside, what infamy will there arise

4.1.1441895When foreign princes shall be certified

4.1.1451896That for a toy, a thing of no regard,

4.1.1461897King Henry's peers and chief nobility

4.1.1471898Destroyed themselves and lost the realm of France.

4.1.1481899O, think upon the conquest of my father,

4.1.1491900My tender years, and let us not forgo

4.1.1501901That for a trifle that was bought with blood.

4.1.1511902Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.

4.1.1521903I see no reason if I wear this rose,

4.1.1531904That any one should therefore be suspicious

4.1.1541905I more incline to Somerset than York:

4.1.1551906Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both.

4.1.1561907As well they may upbraid me with my crown

4.1.1571908Because, forsooth, the King of Scots is crowned.

4.1.1581909But your discretions better can persuade

4.1.1591910Than I am able to instruct or teach,

4.1.1601911And therefore, as we hither came in peace,

4.1.1611912So let us still continue peace and love.

4.1.1621913Cousin of York, we institute your grace

4.1.1631914To be our regent in these parts of France;

4.1.1641915And good my Lord of Somerset, unite

4.1.1651916Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot,

4.1.1661917And like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,

4.1.1671918Go cheerfully together and digest

4.1.1681919Your angry choler on your enemies.

4.1.1691920Ourself, my Lord Protector, and the rest,

4.1.1701921After some respite, will return to Calice;

4.1.1711922From thence to England, where I hope ere long

4.1.1721923To be presented by your victories

4.1.1731924With Charles, Alencon, and that traitorous rout.

My Lord of York, I promise you, the King

4.1.1751927Prettily, methought, did play the orator.

And so he did; but yet I like it not

4.1.1771929In that he wears the badge of Somerset.

Tush, that was but his fancy; blame him not,

4.1.1791931I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.

And if I wish he did--but let it rest,

4.1.1811933Other affairs must now be managèd.

Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;

4.1.1831936For had the passions of thy heart burst out

4.1.1841937I fear we should have seen deciphered there

4.1.1851938More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,

4.1.1861939Than yet can be imagined or supposed.

4.1.1871940But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees

4.1.1881941This jarring discord of nobility,

4.1.1891942This shouldering of each other in the court,

4.1.1901943This factious bandying of their favorites,

4.1.1911944But that it doth presage some ill event.

4.1.1921945'Tis much, when scepters are in children's hands,

4.1.1931946But more when envy breeds unkind division:

4.1.1941947There comes the ruin, there begins confusion.

Go to the gates of Bordeaux, trumpeter.

4.2.31951Summon their general unto the wall.

4.2.41953English John Talbot, captain, calls you forth,

4.2.51954Servant in arms to Harry King of England;

4.2.61955And thus he would: open your city gates,

4.2.71956Be humble to us, call my sovereign yours

4.2.81957And do him homage as obedient subjects,

4.2.91958And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power.

4.2.101959But if you frown upon this proffered peace,

4.2.111960You tempt the fury of my three attendants,

4.2.121961Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire,

4.2.131962Who in a moment even with the earth

4.2.141963Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers

4.2.151964If you forsake the offer of their love.

Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,

4.2.171966Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge,

4.2.181967The period of thy tyranny approacheth.

4.2.191968On us thou canst not enter but by death,

4.2.201969For I protest we are well fortified

4.2.211970And strong enough to issue out and fight.

4.2.221971If thou retire, the Dauphin well appointed

4.2.231972Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee.

4.2.241973On either hand thee there are squadrons pitched

4.2.251974To wall thee from the liberty of flight,

4.2.261975And no way canst thou turn thee for redress

4.2.271976But death doth front thee with apparent spoil,

4.2.281977And pale destruction meets thee in the face.

4.2.291978Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament

4.2.301979To rive their dangerous artillery

4.2.311980Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.

4.2.321981Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man

4.2.331982Of an invincible unconquered spirit.

4.2.341983This is the latest glory of thy praise,

4.2.351984That I thy enemy due thee withal,

4.2.361985For ere the glass that now begins to run

4.2.371986Finish the process of his sandy hour,

4.2.381987These eyes that see thee now well colorèd

4.2.391988Shall see thee withered, bloody, pale, and dead.

4.2.401990Hark, hark, the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,

4.2.411991Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul,

4.2.421992And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.

He fables not. I hear the enemy.

4.2.441994Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.

4.2.451995O negligent and heedless discipline,

4.2.461996How are we parked and bounded in a pale,

4.2.471997A little herd of England's timorous deer

4.2.481998Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs.

4.2.491999If we be English deer, be then in blood,

4.2.502000Not rascal-like to fall down with a pinch,

4.2.512001But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,

4.2.522002Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel

4.2.532003And make the cowards stand aloof at bay.

4.2.542004Sell every man his life as dear as mine

4.2.552005And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.

4.2.562006God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,

4.2.572007Prosper our colors in this dangerous fight.

Are not the speedy scouts returned again

4.3.32011That dogged the mighty army of the Dauphin?

They are returned, my lord, and give it out

4.3.52013That he is marched to Bordeaux with his power

4.3.62014To fight with Talbot as he marched along.

4.3.72015By your espials were discoverèd

4.3.82016Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,

4.3.92017Which joined with him and made their march for Bordeaux.

A plague upon that villain Somerset

4.3.112019That thus delays my promisèd supply

4.3.122020Of horsemen that were levied for this siege.

4.3.132021Renownèd Talbot doth expect my aid,

4.3.142022And I am louted by a traitor villain

4.3.152023And cannot help the noble chevalier.

4.3.162024God comfort him in this necessity;

4.3.172025If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.

Thou princely leader of our English strength,

4.3.192028Never so needful on the earth of France,

4.3.202029Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,

4.3.212030Who now is girdled with a waist of iron

4.3.222031And hemmed about with grim destruction.

4.3.232032To Bordeaux, warlike Duke; to Bordeaux, York,

4.3.242033Else farewell Talbot, France, and England's honor.

O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart

4.3.262035Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place.

4.3.272036So should we save a valiant gentleman

4.3.282037By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.

4.3.292038Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,

4.3.302039That thus we die while remiss traitors sleep.

O send some succor to the distressed lord.

He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;

4.3.332042We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get,

4.3.342043All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.

Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul,

4.3.362045And on his son young John, who two hours since

4.3.372046I met in travail toward his warlike father.

4.3.382047This seven years did not Talbot see his son,

4.3.392048And now they meet where both their lives are done.

Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have,

4.3.412050To bid his young son welcome to his grave?

4.3.422051Away! Vexation almost stops my breath

4.3.432052That sundered friends greet in the hour of death.

4.3.442053Lucy, farewell. No more my fortune can

4.3.452054But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.

4.3.462055Maine, Blois, Poitiers, and Tours are won away,

4.3.472056'Long all of Somerset and his delay.

Thus while the vulture of sedition

4.3.492058Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,

4.3.502059Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss

4.3.512060The conquest of our scarce-cold conqueror,

4.3.522061That ever-living man of memory

4.3.532062Henry the Fifth. Whiles they each other cross,

4.3.542063Lives, honors, lands, and all hurry to loss.

[To a Captain.] It is too late, I cannot send them now.

4.4.22066This expedition was by York and Talbot

4.4.32067Too rashly plotted. All our general force

4.4.42068Might with a sally of the very town

4.4.52069Be buckled with. The over-daring Talbot

4.4.62070Hath sullied all his gloss of former honor

4.4.72071By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure.

4.4.82072York set him on to fight and die in shame

4.4.92073That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.

Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me

4.4.112075Set 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,

4.4.142078Who, ringed about with bold adversity,

4.4.152079Cries out for noble York and Somerset

4.4.162080To beat assailing death from his weak regions;

4.4.172081And whiles the honorable captain there

4.4.182082Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs

4.4.192083And, in advantage, ling'ring looks for rescue,

4.4.202084You his false hopes, the trust of England's honor,

4.4.212085Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.

4.4.222086Let not your private discord keep away

4.4.232087The levied succors that should lend him aid,

4.4.242088While he, renownèd noble gentleman,

4.4.252089Yield up his life unto a world of odds.

4.4.262090Orléans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,

4.4.272091Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,

4.4.282092And Talbot perisheth by your default.

York set him on, York should have sent him 2094aid.

And York as fast upon your grace exclaims,

4.4.312096Swearing that you withhold his levied host

4.4.322097Collected for this expedition.

York lies. He might have sent and had the horse.

4.4.342099I owe him little duty and less love,

4.4.352100And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.

The fraud of England, not the force of France,

4.4.372102Hath now entrapped the noble-minded Talbot.

4.4.382103Never to England shall he bear his life,

4.4.392104But dies betrayed to fortune by your strife.

Come, go. I will dispatch the horsemen straight.

4.4.412106Within six hours they will be at his aid.

Too late comes rescue. He is ta'en or slain,

4.4.432108For fly he could not if he would have fled,

4.4.442109And fly would Talbot never, though he might.

If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu.

His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.

O young John Talbot, I did send for thee

4.5.22115To tutor thee in stratagems of war,

4.5.32116That Talbot's name might be in thee revived

4.5.42117When sapless age and weak unable limbs

4.5.52118Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.

4.5.62119But O, malignant and ill-boding stars,

4.5.72120Now thou art come unto a feast of death,

4.5.82121A terrible and unavoided danger.

4.5.92122Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse,

4.5.102123And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape

4.5.112124By sudden flight. Come, dally not, be gone.

Is my name Talbot, and am I your son?

4.5.132126And shall I fly? O, if you love my mother,

4.5.142127Dishonor not her honorable name

4.5.152128To make a bastard and a slave of me.

4.5.162129The world will say he is not Talbot's blood

4.5.172130That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.

Fly to revenge my death if I be slain.

He that flies so will ne'er return again.

If we both stay, we both are sure to die.

Then let me stay and, father, do you fly.

4.5.222135Your loss is great; so your regard should be;

4.5.232136My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.

4.5.242137Upon my death the French can little boast;

4.5.252138In yours they will: in you all hopes are lost.

4.5.262139Flight cannot stain the honor you have won,

4.5.272140But mine it will, that no exploit have done.

4.5.282141You fled for vantage, every one will swear,

4.5.292142But if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.

4.5.302143There is no hope that ever I will stay

4.5.312144If the first hour I shrink and run away.

4.5.322145Here on my knee I beg mortality

4.5.332146Rather than life preserved with infamy.

Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?

Aye, rather then I'll shame my mother's womb.

Upon my blessing I command thee go.

To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.

Part of thy father may be saved in thee.

No part of him but will be shame in me.

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.

4.5.442157If death be so apparent, then both fly.

And leave my followers here to fight and die?

4.5.462159My age was never tainted with such shame.

And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?

4.5.482161No more can I be severed from your side

4.5.492162Than can yourself your self in twain divide.

4.5.502163Stay, go, do what you will: the like do I,

4.5.512164For live I will not if my father die.

Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,

4.5.532166Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.

4.5.542167Come, side by side together live and die,

4.5.552168And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.

Saint George and victory! Fight, soldiers, fight!

4.6.22173The Regent hath with Talbot broke his word,

4.6.32174And left us to the rage of France his sword.

4.6.42175Where is John Talbot? [To John.] Pause, and take thy breath.

4.6.52176I gave thee life, and rescued thee from death.

O twice my father, twice am I thy son:

4.6.72178The life thou gav'st me first, was lost and done

4.6.82179Till with thy warlike sword, despite of fate,

4.6.92180To my determined time thou gav'st new date.

When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire

4.6.112182It warmed thy father's heart with proud desire

4.6.122183Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,

4.6.132184Quickened with youthful spleen and warlike rage,

4.6.142185Beat down Alencon, Orléans, Burgundy,

4.6.152186And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.

4.6.162187The ireful bastard Orléans, that drew blood

4.6.172188From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood

4.6.182189Of thy first fight, I soon encounterèd,

4.6.192190And interchanging blows, I quickly shed

4.6.202191Some of his bastard blood, and in disgrace

4.6.212192Bespoke him thus: "Contaminated, base,

4.6.222193And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,

4.6.232194Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine

4.6.242195Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy."

4.6.252196Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,

4.6.262197Came in strong rescue. Speak thy father's care:

4.6.272198Art thou not weary, John? How dost thou fare?

4.6.282199Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,

4.6.292200Now thou art sealed the son of chivalry?

4.6.302201Fly to revenge my death when I am dead;

4.6.312202The help of one stands me in little stead.

4.6.322203O, too much folly is it, well I wot,

4.6.332204To hazard all our lives in one small boat.

4.6.342205If I today die not with Frenchmen's rage,

4.6.352206Tomorrow I shall die with mickle age.

4.6.362207By me they nothing gain, and if I stay

4.6.372208'Tis but the short'ning of my life one day.

4.6.382209In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,

4.6.392210My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame.

4.6.402211All these and more we hazard by thy stay;

4.6.412212All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.

The sword of Orléans hath not made me smart;

4.6.432214These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart.

4.6.442215On that advantage, bought with such a shame,

4.6.452216To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,

4.6.462217Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly

4.6.472218The coward horse that bears me, fall and die;

4.6.482219And like me to the peasant boys of France,

4.6.492220To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance.

4.6.502221Surely, by all the glory you have won,

4.6.512222And if I fly I am not Talbot's son.

4.6.522223Then talk no more of flight; it is no boot.

4.6.532224If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.

Then follow thou thy desp'rate sire of Crete,

4.6.552226Thou Icarus, thy life to me is sweet.

4.6.562227If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side,

4.6.572228And commendable proved, let's die in pride.

Where is my other life? Mine own is gone.

4.7.22232O, where's young Talbot? Where is valiant John?

4.7.32233Triumphant death smeared with captivity,

4.7.42234Young Talbot's valor makes me smile at thee.

4.7.52235When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,

4.7.62236His bloody sword he brandished over me,

4.7.72237And like a hungry lion did commence

4.7.82238Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience.

4.7.92239But when my angry guardant stood alone,

4.7.102240Tend'ring my ruin and assailed of none,

4.7.112241Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart

4.7.122242Suddenly made him from my side to start

4.7.132243Into the clust'ring battle of the French,

4.7.142244And in that sea of blood my boy did drench

4.7.152245His over-mounting spirit; and there died

4.7.162246My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.

O my dear lord, lo where your son is borne.

Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,

4.7.192250Anon from thy insulting tyranny,

4.7.202251Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,

4.7.212252Two Talbots wingèd through the lither sky

4.7.222253In thy despite shall scape mortality.

4.7.232254[To John.] O thou whose wounds become hard-favored death,

4.7.242255Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath.

4.7.252256Brave death by speaking, whither he will or no;

4.7.262257Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.

4.7.272258Poor boy, he smiles, methinks, as who should say

4.7.282259"Had death been French, then death had died today".

4.7.292260Come, come, and lay him in his father's arms.

4.7.302261My spirit can no longer bear these harms.

4.7.312262Soldiers, adieu. I have what I would have,

4.7.322263Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.