Henry VI, Pt. 1
Act III, Scene 2
France. Before Rouen.
- Enter Pucelle, disguis’d, with four Soldiers with sacks upon
- their backs.
Joan de Pucelle1 - 9
- These are the city-gates, the gates of Roan,
- Through which our policy must make a breach.
- Take heed, be wary how you place your words,
- Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
- That come to gather money for their corn.
- If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
- And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
- I’ll by a sign give notice to our friends,
- That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
First Soldier10 - 12
- Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
- And we be lords and rulers over Roan,
- Therefore we’ll knock.
Soldier of the Watch13
- Qui là?
Joan de Pucelle14 - 15
- Paysans, la pauvre gens de France,
- Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.
Soldier of the Watch16
- Enter, go in, the market bell is rung.
Joan de Pucelle17
- Now, Roan, I’ll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.
- Exeunt to the town.
- Enter Charles, Bastard, Alanson, Reignier, and forces.
Dauphin of France18 - 19
- Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
- And once again we’ll sleep secure in Roan.
Bastard of Orléans20 - 22
- Here ent’red Pucelle and her practisants.
- Now she is there, how will she specify
- Here is the best and safest passage in?
Duke of Anjou23 - 25
- By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower,
- Which once discern’d, shows that her meaning is,
- No way to that, for weakness, which she ent’red.
- Enter Pucelle on the top, thrusting out a torch burning.
Joan de Pucelle26 - 28
- Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
- That joineth Roan unto her countrymen,
- But burning fatal to the Talbonites!
Bastard of Orléans29 - 30
- See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend,
- The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
Dauphin of France31 - 32
- Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
- A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
Duke of Anjou33 - 35
- Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends,
- Enter and cry “The Dauphin!” presently,
- And then do execution on the watch.
- An alarum. Enter Talbot in an excursion.
Lord Talbot36 - 40
- France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
- If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
- Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
- Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
- That hardly we escap’d the pride of France.
- An alarum. Excursions. Bedford brought in sick in a chair.
- Enter Talbot and Burgundy without; within, Pucelle, Charles,
- Bastard, Alanson, and Reignier, on the walls.
Joan de Pucelle41 - 44
- Good morrow, gallants, want ye corn for bread?
- I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
- Before he’ll buy again at such a rate.
- ’Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?
Duke of Burgundy45 - 47
- Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!
- I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own,
- And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
Dauphin of France48
- Your Grace may starve, perhaps, before that time.
Duke of Bedford49
- O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!
Joan de Pucelle50 - 51
- What will you do, good greybeard? Break a lance,
- And run a-tilt at Death within a chair?
Lord Talbot52 - 57
- Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
- Encompass’d with thy lustful paramours!
- Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age,
- And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
- Damsel, I’ll have a bout with you again,
- Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
Joan de Pucelle58 - 60
- Are ye so hot, sir? Yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace,
- If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
- They, the English, whisper together in council.
- God speed the parliament! Who shall be the speaker?
- Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?
Joan de Pucelle62 - 63
- Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,
- To try if that our own be ours or no.
Lord Talbot64 - 66
- I speak not to that railing Hecate,
- But unto thee, Alanson, and the rest.
- Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
Duke of Alanson67
- Signior, no.
Lord Talbot68 - 70
- Signior, hang! Base muleters of France!
- Like peasant footboys do they keep the walls,
- And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
Joan de Pucelle71 - 74
- Away, captains, let’s get us from the walls,
- For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.
- God buy, my lord, we came but to tell you
- That we are here.
- Exeunt from the walls.
Lord Talbot75 - 84
- And there will we be too, ere it be long,
- Or else reproach be Talbot’s greatest fame!
- Vow, Burgundy, by honor of thy house,
- Prick’d on by public wrongs sustain’d in France,
- Either to get the town again, or die:
- And I, as sure as English Henry lives
- And as his father here was conqueror,
- As sure as in this late-betrayed town
- Great Coeur de Lion’s heart was buried,
- So sure I swear to get the town, or die.
Duke of Burgundy85
- My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
Lord Talbot86 - 89
- But ere we go, regard this dying prince,
- The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord,
- We will bestow you in some better place,
- Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.
Duke of Bedford90 - 92
- Lord Talbot, do not so dishonor me:
- Here will I sit before the walls of Roan
- And will be partner of your weal or woe.
Duke of Burgundy93
- Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
Duke of Bedford94 - 98
- Not to be gone from hence; for once I read
- That stout Pendragon in his litter sick
- Came to the field and vanquished his foes.
- Methinks I should revive the soldiers’ hearts,
- Because I ever found them as myself.
Lord Talbot99 - 103
- Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
- Then be it so. Heavens keep old Bedford safe!
- And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
- But gather we our forces out of hand,
- And set upon our boasting enemy.
- Exit with Burgundy and forces into the town.
- An alarum. Excursions. Enter Sir John Falstaff and a
- Whither away, Sir John Falstaff, in such haste?
Falstaff105 - 106
- Whither away? To save myself by flight.
- We are like to have the overthrow again.
- What? Will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
Falstaff108 - 109
- All the Talbots in the world, to save my life.
- Cowardly knight, ill fortune follow thee!
- Exit into the town.
- Retreat. Excursions. Pucelle, Alanson, and Charles enter
- from the town and fly.
Duke of Bedford111 - 115
- Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
- For I have seen our enemies’ overthrow.
- What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
- They that of late were daring with their scoffs
- Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
- Bedford dies, and is carried in by two in his chair.
- An alarum. Enter Talbot, Burgundy, and the rest.
Lord Talbot116 - 118
- Lost, and recovered in a day again!
- This is a double honor, Burgundy;
- Yet heavens have glory for this victory!
Duke of Burgundy119 - 121
- Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
- Enshrines thee in his heart, and there erects
- Thy noble deeds as valor’s monuments.
Lord Talbot122 - 130
- Thanks, gentle Duke. But where is Pucelle now?
- I think her old familiar is asleep.
- Now where’s the Bastard’s braves, and Charles his glikes?
- What, all amort? Roan hangs her head for grief
- That such a valiant company are fled.
- Now will we take some order in the town,
- Placing therein some expert officers,
- And then depart to Paris to the King,
- For there young Henry with his nobles lie.
Duke of Burgundy131
- What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.
Lord Talbot132 - 138
- But yet before we go, let’s not forget
- The noble Duke of Bedford late deceas’d,
- But see his exequies fulfill’d in Roan.
- A braver soldier never couched lance,
- A gentler heart did never sway in court;
- But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
- For that’s the end of human misery.