Henry VI, Pt. 1
Act V, Scene 4
Anjou. Camp of the Duke of York.
- Enter York, Warwick, Shepherd, Pucelle guarded.
Richard, Duke of York1
- Bring forth that sorceress condemn’d to burn.
Shepherd2 - 6
- Ah, Joan, this kills thy father’s heart outright!
- Have I sought every country far and near,
- And now it is my chance to find thee out,
- Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
- Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I’ll die with thee!
Joan de Pucelle7 - 9
- Decrepit miser! Base ignoble wretch!
- I am descended of a gentler blood.
- Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
Shepherd10 - 13
- Out, out! My lords, and please you, ’tis not so,
- I did beget her, all the parish knows.
- Her mother liveth yet, can testify
- She was the first fruit of my bach’lorship.
Earl of Warwick14
- Graceless, wilt thou deny thy parentage?
Richard, Duke of York15 - 16
- This argues what her kind of life hath been,
- Wicked and vile, and so her death concludes.
Shepherd17 - 20
- Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
- God knows thou art a collop of my flesh,
- And for thy sake have I shed many a tear.
- Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.
Joan de Pucelle21 - 22
- Peasant, avaunt!—You have suborn’d this man
- Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
Shepherd23 - 33
- ’Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
- The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
- Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
- Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
- Of thy nativity! I would the milk
- Thy mother gave thee, when thou suck’st her breast,
- Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
- Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
- I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
- Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
- O, burn her, burn her! Hanging is too good.
Richard, Duke of York34 - 35
- Take her away, for she hath liv’d too long,
- To fill the world with vicious qualities.
Joan de Pucelle36 - 53
- First let me tell you whom you have condemn’d:
- Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
- But issued from the progeny of kings;
- Virtuous and holy, chosen from above,
- By inspiration of celestial grace,
- To work exceeding miracles on earth.
- I never had to do with wicked spirits.
- But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
- Stain’d with the guiltless blood of innocents,
- Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
- Because you want the grace that others have,
- You judge it straight a thing impossible
- To compass wonders but by help of devils.
- No, misconceived! Joan of Aire hath been
- A virgin from her tender infancy,
- Chaste, and immaculate in very thought,
- Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effus’d,
- Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
Richard, Duke of York54
- Ay, ay; away with her to execution!
Earl of Warwick55 - 58
- And hark ye, sirs: because she is a maid,
- Spare for no faggots, let there be enow.
- Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
- That so her torture may be shortened.
Joan de Pucelle59 - 64
- Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
- Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,
- That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
- I am with child, ye bloody homicides!
- Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
- Although ye hale me to a violent death.
Richard, Duke of York65
- Now heaven forfend, the holy maid with child?
Earl of Warwick66 - 67
- The greatest miracle that e’er ye wrought!
- Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
Richard, Duke of York68 - 69
- She and the Dauphin have been juggling.
- I did imagine what would be her refuge.
Earl of Warwick70 - 71
- Well, go to, we’ll have no bastards live,
- Especially since Charles must father it.
Joan de Pucelle72 - 73
- You are deceiv’d, my child is none of his,
- It was Alanson that enjoy’d my love.
Richard, Duke of York74 - 75
- Alanson, that notorious Machevile?
- It dies, and if it had a thousand lives.
Joan de Pucelle76 - 78
- O, give me leave, I have deluded you,
- ’Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I nam’d,
- But Reignier, King of Naples, that prevail’d.
Earl of Warwick79
- A married man! That’s most intolerable.
Richard, Duke of York80 - 81
- Why, here’s a girl! I think she knows not well
- (There were so many) whom she may accuse.
Earl of Warwick82
- It’s sign she hath been liberal and free.
Richard, Duke of York83 - 85
- And yet forsooth she is a virgin pure.
- Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee.
- Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
Joan de Pucelle86 - 91
- Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:
- May never glorious sun reflex his beams
- Upon the country where you make abode;
- But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
- Environ you, till mischief and despair
- Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
- Exit guarded.
Richard, Duke of York92 - 93
- Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
- Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
- Enter Winchester, now Cardinal Beauford, attended.
Cardinal Beauford94 - 101
- Lord Regent, I do greet your Excellence
- With letters of commission from the King.
- For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
- Mov’d with remorse of these outrageous broils,
- Have earnestly implor’d a general peace
- Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
- And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
- Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
Richard, Duke of York102 - 112
- Is all our travail turn’d to this effect?
- After the slaughter of so many peers,
- So many captains, gentlemen, and soldiers,
- That in this quarrel have been overthrown
- And sold their bodies for their country’s benefit,
- Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
- Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
- By treason, falsehood, and by treachery,
- Our great progenitors had conquered?
- O Warwick, Warwick, I foresee with grief
- The utter loss of all the realm of France.
Earl of Warwick113 - 115
- Be patient, York. If we conclude a peace,
- It shall be with such strict and severe covenants,
- As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
- Enter Charles, Alanson, Bastard, Reignier, and others.
Dauphin of France116 - 119
- Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
- That peaceful truce shall be proclaim’d in France,
- We come to be informed by yourselves
- What the conditions of that league must be.
Richard, Duke of York120 - 122
- Speak, Winchester, for boiling choler chokes
- The hollow passage of my poison’d voice,
- By sight of these our baleful enemies.
Cardinal Beauford123 - 132
- Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
- That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
- Of mere compassion and of lenity,
- To ease your country of distressful war
- And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
- You shall become true liegemen to his crown.
- And, Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
- To pay him tribute and submit thyself,
- Thou shalt be plac’d as viceroy under him,
- And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
Duke of Alanson133 - 137
- Must he be then as shadow of himself?
- Adorn his temples with a coronet,
- And yet, in substance and authority,
- Retain but privilege of a private man?
- This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
Dauphin of France138 - 146
- ’Tis known already that I am possess’d
- With more than half the Gallian territories,
- And therein reverenc’d for their lawful king.
- Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish’d,
- Detract so much from that prerogative
- As to be call’d but viceroy of the whole?
- No, lord ambassador, I’ll rather keep
- That which I have than, coveting for more,
- Be cast from possibility of all.
Richard, Duke of York147 - 154
- Insulting Charles, hast thou by secret means
- Us’d intercession to obtain a league,
- And, now the matter grows to compromise,
- Stand’st thou aloof upon comparison?
- Either accept the title thou usurp’st,
- Of benefit proceeding from our king,
- And not of any challenge of desert,
- Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
Duke of Anjou155 - 158
- Aside to Charles.
- My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
- To cavil in the course of this contract.
- If once it be neglected, ten to one
- We shall not find like opportunity.
Duke of Alanson159 - 164
- Aside to Charles.
- To say the truth, it is your policy
- To save your subjects from such massacre
- And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
- By our proceeding in hostility,
- And therefore take this compact of a truce,
- Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
Earl of Warwick165
- How say’st thou, Charles? Shall our condition stand?
Dauphin of France166 - 168
- It shall;
- Only reserv’d, you claim no interest
- In any of our towns of garrison.
Richard, Duke of York169 - 175
- Then swear allegiance to his Majesty,
- As thou art knight, never to disobey
- Nor be rebellious to the crown of England.
- Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
- Charles and his party give tokens of fealty.
- So, now dismiss your army when ye please;
- Hang up your ensigns, let your drums be still,
- For here we entertain a solemn peace.