Array ( [TITLE] => The First Part of Henry the Sixth [PERSONA] => Array ( [TITLE] => Introduction Actors [PERSONA] => Array ( [0] => KING HENRY THE SIXTH [1] => DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, uncle to the King, and Protector. [2] => DUKE OF BEDFORD, uncle to the King, and Regent of France. [3] => THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of Exeter, great-uncle to the King. [4] => HENRY BEAUFORT, great-uncle to the King, Bishop of Winchester, and afterwards Cardinal. [5] => JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl, afterwards Duke, of Somerset. [6] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET, son of Richard late Earl of Cambridge, afterwards Duke of York. [7] => EARL OF WARWICK [8] => EARL OF SALISBURY [9] => EARL OF SUFFOLK [10] => LORD TALBOT, afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury. [11] => JOHN TALBOT, Lord Talbot's son. [12] => EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March. [13] => SIR JOHN FASTOLFE [14] => SIR WILLIAM LUCY [15] => SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE [16] => SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE [17] => Mayor of London [18] => WOODVILE, Lieutenant of the Tower. [19] => VERNON, of the White-Rose or York faction. [20] => BASSET, of the Red-Rose or Lancaster faction. [21] => A Lawyer. [22] => Mortimer's Keepers. [23] => CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King, of France. [24] => REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and titular King of Naples. [25] => DUKE OF BURGUNDY [26] => DUKE OF ALENCON [27] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [28] => Governor of Paris. [29] => Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Son. [30] => General of the French forces in Bourdeaux. [31] => A French Sergeant. [32] => A Porter. [33] => An old Shepherd, father to Joan la Pucelle. [34] => MARGARET, daughter to Reignier, afterwards married to King Henry. [35] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [36] => JOAN LA PUCELLE, commonly called Joan of Arc. [37] => Lords, Warders of the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and Attendants. [38] => Fiends appearing to La Pucelle. ) ) [SCNDESCR] => SCENE Partly in England, and partly in France. [PLAYSUBT] => 1 KING HENRY VI [ACT] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT I [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Westminster Abbey. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Dead March. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of France; GLOUCESTER, Protector; and EXETER, Earl of WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, &c [1] => Enter a Messenger [2] => Enter to them another Messenger [3] => Enter another Messenger [4] => Exit [5] => Exit [6] => Exit [7] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night! [1] => Comets, importing change of times and states, [2] => Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky, [3] => And with them scourge the bad revolting stars [4] => That have consented unto Henry's death! [5] => King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long! [6] => England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => England ne'er had a king until his time. [1] => Virtue he had, deserving to command: [2] => His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams: [3] => His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings; [4] => His sparking eyes, replete with wrathful fire, [5] => More dazzled and drove back his enemies [6] => Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces. [7] => What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech: [8] => He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood? [1] => Henry is dead and never shall revive: [2] => Upon a wooden coffin we attend, [3] => And death's dishonourable victory [4] => We with our stately presence glorify, [5] => Like captives bound to a triumphant car. [6] => What! shall we curse the planets of mishap [7] => That plotted thus our glory's overthrow? [8] => Or shall we think the subtle-witted French [9] => Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him [10] => By magic verses have contrived his end? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He was a king bless'd of the King of kings. [1] => Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day [2] => So dreadful will not be as was his sight. [3] => The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought: [4] => The church's prayers made him so prosperous. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd, [1] => His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: [2] => None do you like but an effeminate prince, [3] => Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector [1] => And lookest to command the prince and realm. [2] => Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe, [3] => More than God or religious churchmen may. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh, [1] => And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st [2] => Except it be to pray against thy foes. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace: [1] => Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us: [2] => Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms: [3] => Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead. [4] => Posterity, await for wretched years, [5] => When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck, [6] => Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears, [7] => And none but women left to wail the dead. [8] => Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate: [9] => Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils, [10] => Combat with adverse planets in the heavens! [11] => A far more glorious star thy soul will make [12] => Than Julius Caesar or bright-- ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My honourable lords, health to you all! [1] => Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, [2] => Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture: [3] => Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans, [4] => Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse? [1] => Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns [2] => Will make him burst his lead and rise from death. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up? [1] => If Henry were recall'd to life again, [2] => These news would cause him once more yield the ghost. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => How were they lost? what treachery was used? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No treachery; but want of men and money. [1] => Amongst the soldiers this is muttered, [2] => That here you maintain several factions, [3] => And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought, [4] => You are disputing of your generals: [5] => One would have lingering wars with little cost; [6] => Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings; [7] => A third thinks, without expense at all, [8] => By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. [9] => Awake, awake, English nobility! [10] => Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot: [11] => Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms; [12] => Of England's coat one half is cut away. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Were our tears wanting to this funeral, [1] => These tidings would call forth their flowing tides. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Me they concern; Regent I am of France. [1] => Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France. [2] => Away with these disgraceful wailing robes! [3] => Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes, [4] => To weep their intermissive miseries. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance. [1] => France is revolted from the English quite, [2] => Except some petty towns of no import: [3] => The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims; [4] => The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd; [5] => Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part; [6] => The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! [1] => O, whither shall we fly from this reproach? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats. [1] => Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? [1] => An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, [2] => Wherewith already France is overrun. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My gracious lords, to add to your laments, [1] => Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse, [2] => I must inform you of a dismal fight [3] => Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown: [1] => The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. [2] => The tenth of August last this dreadful lord, [3] => Retiring from the siege of Orleans, [4] => Having full scarce six thousand in his troop. [5] => By three and twenty thousand of the French [6] => Was round encompassed and set upon. [7] => No leisure had he to enrank his men; [8] => He wanted pikes to set before his archers; [9] => Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges [10] => They pitched in the ground confusedly, [11] => To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. [12] => More than three hours the fight continued; [13] => Where valiant Talbot above human thought [14] => Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: [15] => Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him; [16] => Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew: [17] => The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms; [18] => All the whole army stood agazed on him: [19] => His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit [20] => A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain [21] => And rush'd into the bowels of the battle. [22] => Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up, [23] => If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward: [24] => He, being in the vaward, placed behind [25] => With purpose to relieve and follow them, [26] => Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. [27] => Hence grew the general wreck and massacre; [28] => Enclosed were they with their enemies: [29] => A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace, [30] => Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back, [31] => Whom all France with their chief assembled strength [32] => Durst not presume to look once in the face. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself, [1] => For living idly here in pomp and ease, [2] => Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid, [3] => Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, [1] => And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford: [2] => Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => His ransom there is none but I shall pay: [1] => I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne: [2] => His crown shall be the ransom of my friend; [3] => Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours. [4] => Farewell, my masters; to my task will I; [5] => Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, [6] => To keep our great Saint George's feast withal: [7] => Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, [8] => Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So you had need; for Orleans is besieged; [1] => The English army is grown weak and faint: [2] => The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply, [3] => And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, [4] => Since they, so few, watch such a multitude. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn, [1] => Either to quell the Dauphin utterly, [2] => Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do remember it; and here take my leave, [1] => To go about my preparation. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can, [1] => To view the artillery and munition; [2] => And then I will proclaim young Henry king. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To Eltham will I, where the young king is, [1] => Being ordain'd his special governor, [2] => And for his safety there I'll best devise. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Each hath his place and function to attend: [1] => I am left out; for me nothing remains. [2] => But long I will not be Jack out of office: [3] => The king from Eltham I intend to steal [4] => And sit at chiefest stern of public weal. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. France. Before Orleans. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers [1] => Exit Act [2] => Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER [3] => Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS [4] => Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE [5] => Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens [1] => So in the earth, to this day is not known: [2] => Late did he shine upon the English side; [3] => Now we are victors; upon us he smiles. [4] => What towns of any moment but we have? [5] => At pleasure here we lie near Orleans; [6] => Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts, [7] => Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves: [1] => Either they must be dieted like mules [2] => And have their provender tied to their mouths [3] => Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here? [1] => Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear: [2] => Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury; [3] => And he may well in fretting spend his gall, [4] => Nor men nor money hath he to make war. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them. [1] => Now for the honour of the forlorn French! [2] => Him I forgive my death that killeth me [3] => When he sees me go back one foot or fly. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who ever saw the like? what men have I! [1] => Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled, [2] => But that they left me 'midst my enemies. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Salisbury is a desperate homicide; [1] => He fighteth as one weary of his life. [2] => The other lords, like lions wanting food, [3] => Do rush upon us as their hungry prey. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Froissart, a countryman of ours, records, [1] => England all Olivers and Rowlands bred, [2] => During the time Edward the Third did reign. [3] => More truly now may this be verified; [4] => For none but Samsons and Goliases [5] => It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten! [6] => Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose [7] => They had such courage and audacity? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves, [1] => And hunger will enforce them to be more eager: [2] => Of old I know them; rather with their teeth [3] => The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think, by some odd gimmors or device [1] => Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on; [2] => Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do. [3] => By my consent, we'll even let them alone. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Be it so. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd: [1] => Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? [2] => Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand: [3] => A holy maid hither with me I bring, [4] => Which by a vision sent to her from heaven [5] => Ordained is to raise this tedious siege [6] => And drive the English forth the bounds of France. [7] => The spirit of deep prophecy she hath, [8] => Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome: [9] => What's past and what's to come she can descry. [10] => Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words, [11] => For they are certain and unfallible. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go, call her in. [1] => But first, to try her skill, [2] => Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place: [3] => Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern: [4] => By this means shall we sound what skill she hath. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats? ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me? [1] => Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind; [2] => I know thee well, though never seen before. [3] => Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me: [4] => In private will I talk with thee apart. [5] => Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => She takes upon her bravely at first dash. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter, [1] => My wit untrain'd in any kind of art. [2] => Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased [3] => To shine on my contemptible estate: [4] => Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs, [5] => And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks, [6] => God's mother deigned to appear to me [7] => And in a vision full of majesty [8] => Will'd me to leave my base vocation [9] => And free my country from calamity: [10] => Her aid she promised and assured success: [11] => In complete glory she reveal'd herself; [12] => And, whereas I was black and swart before, [13] => With those clear rays which she infused on me [14] => That beauty am I bless'd with which you see. [15] => Ask me what question thou canst possible, [16] => And I will answer unpremeditated: [17] => My courage try by combat, if thou darest, [18] => And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex. [19] => Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate, [20] => If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms: [1] => Only this proof I'll of thy valour make, [2] => In single combat thou shalt buckle with me, [3] => And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true; [4] => Otherwise I renounce all confidence. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword, [1] => Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side; [2] => The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's [3] => churchyard, [4] => Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon [1] => And fightest with the sword of Deborah. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me: [1] => Impatiently I burn with thy desire; [2] => My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued. [3] => Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so, [4] => Let me thy servant and not sovereign be: [5] => 'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I must not yield to any rites of love, [1] => For my profession's sacred from above: [2] => When I have chased all thy foes from hence, [3] => Then will I think upon a recompense. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall. ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock; [1] => Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean? ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He may mean more than we poor men do know: [1] => These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, where are you? what devise you on? [1] => Shall we give over Orleans, or no? ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants! [1] => Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Assign'd am I to be the English scourge. [1] => This night the siege assuredly I'll raise: [2] => Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days, [3] => Since I have entered into these wars. [4] => Glory is like a circle in the water, [5] => Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself [6] => Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought. [7] => With Henry's death the English circle ends; [8] => Dispersed are the glories it included. [9] => Now am I like that proud insulting ship [10] => Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Was Mahomet inspired with a dove? [1] => Thou with an eagle art inspired then. [2] => Helen, the mother of great Constantine, [3] => Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee. [4] => Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth, [5] => How may I reverently worship thee enough? ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours; [1] => Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it: [1] => No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. London. Before the Tower. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats [1] => Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and WOODVILE the Lieutenant speaks within [2] => Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats [3] => Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers [4] => Here they skirmish again [5] => Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with their Serving-men [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am come to survey the Tower this day: [1] => Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. [2] => Where be these warders, that they wait not here? [3] => Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Warder [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Serving-Man [LINE] => It is the noble Duke of Gloucester. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Warder [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Serving-Man [LINE] => Villains, answer you so the lord protector? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Warder [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) [1] => We do no otherwise than we are will'd. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine? [1] => There's none protector of the realm but I. [2] => Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize. [3] => Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WOODVILE [LINE] => What noise is this? what traitors have we here? ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear? [1] => Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WOODVILE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have patience, noble duke; I may not open; [1] => The Cardinal of Winchester forbids: [2] => From him I have express commandment [3] => That thou nor none of thine shall be let in. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me? [1] => Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate, [2] => Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook? [3] => Thou art no friend to God or to the king: [4] => Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Serving-Men [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Open the gates unto the lord protector, [1] => Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do, thou most usurping proditor, [1] => And not protector, of the king or realm. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stand back, thou manifest conspirator, [1] => Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord; [2] => Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin: [3] => I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, [4] => If thou proceed in this thy insolence. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot: [1] => This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain, [2] => To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back: [1] => Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth [2] => I'll use to carry thee out of this place. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What! am I dared and bearded to my face? [1] => Draw, men, for all this privileged place; [2] => Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard, [3] => I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly: [4] => Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat: [5] => In spite of pope or dignities of church, [6] => Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope! [1] => Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay? [2] => Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array. [3] => Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite! ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Mayor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates, [1] => Thus contumeliously should break the peace! ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs: [1] => Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king, [2] => Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens, [1] => One that still motions war and never peace, [2] => O'ercharging your free purses with large fines, [3] => That seeks to overthrow religion, [4] => Because he is protector of the realm, [5] => And would have armour here out of the Tower, [6] => To crown himself king and suppress the prince. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => I will not answer thee with words, but blows. ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Mayor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife [1] => But to make open proclamation: [2] => Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst, [3] => Cry. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Officer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All manner of men assembled here in arms this day [1] => against God's peace and the king's, we charge and [2] => command you, in his highness' name, to repair to [3] => your several dwelling-places; and not to wear, [4] => handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger, [5] => henceforward, upon pain of death. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law: [1] => But we shall meet, and break our minds at large. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure: [1] => Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Mayor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll call for clubs, if you will not away. [1] => This cardinal's more haughty than the devil. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head; [1] => For I intend to have it ere long. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Mayor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. [1] => Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear! [2] => I myself fight not once in forty year. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Orleans. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy [1] => Exit [2] => Exit [3] => Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT, GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others [4] => Enter the Boy with a linstock [5] => Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall [6] => Enter a Messenger [7] => Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans [8] => Alarum. Exeunt ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Master-Gunner [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged, [1] => And how the English have the suburbs won. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Father, I know; and oft have shot at them, [1] => Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Master-Gunner [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me: [1] => Chief master-gunner am I of this town; [2] => Something I must do to procure me grace. [3] => The prince's espials have informed me [4] => How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd, [5] => Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars [6] => In yonder tower, to overpeer the city, [7] => And thence discover how with most advantage [8] => They may vex us with shot, or with assault. [9] => To intercept this inconvenience, [10] => A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed; [11] => And even these three days have I watch'd, [12] => If I could see them. [13] => Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer. [14] => If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word; [15] => And thou shalt find me at the governor's. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Boy [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Father, I warrant you; take you no care; [1] => I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd! [1] => How wert thou handled being prisoner? [2] => Or by what means got'st thou to be released? [3] => Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner [1] => Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles; [2] => For him was I exchanged and ransomed. [3] => But with a baser man of arms by far [4] => Once in contempt they would have barter'd me: [5] => Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death, [6] => Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd. [7] => In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired. [8] => But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart, [9] => Whom with my bare fists I would execute, [10] => If I now had him brought into my power. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts. [1] => In open market-place produced they me, [2] => To be a public spectacle to all: [3] => Here, said they, is the terror of the French, [4] => The scarecrow that affrights our children so. [5] => Then broke I from the officers that led me, [6] => And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground, [7] => To hurl at the beholders of my shame: [8] => My grisly countenance made others fly; [9] => None durst come near for fear of sudden death. [10] => In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; [11] => So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread, [12] => That they supposed I could rend bars of steel, [13] => And spurn in pieces posts of adamant: [14] => Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had, [15] => That walked about me every minute-while; [16] => And if I did but stir out of my bed, [17] => Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I grieve to hear what torments you endured, [1] => But we will be revenged sufficiently [2] => Now it is supper-time in Orleans: [3] => Here, through this grate, I count each one [4] => and view the Frenchmen how they fortify: [5] => Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee. [6] => Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale, [7] => Let me have your express opinions [8] => Where is best place to make our battery next. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GARGRAVE [LINE] => I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLANSDALE [LINE] => And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For aught I see, this city must be famish'd, [1] => Or with light skirmishes enfeebled. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SALISBURY [LINE] => O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GARGRAVE [LINE] => O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man! ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us? [1] => Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak: [2] => How farest thou, mirror of all martial men? [3] => One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off! [4] => Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand [5] => That hath contrived this woful tragedy! [6] => In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame; [7] => Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars; [8] => Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up, [9] => His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field. [10] => Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail, [11] => One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace: [12] => The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. [13] => Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive, [14] => If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands! [15] => Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it. [16] => Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life? [17] => Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him. [18] => Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort; [19] => Thou shalt not die whiles-- [20] => He beckons with his hand and smiles on me. [21] => As who should say 'When I am dead and gone, [22] => Remember to avenge me on the French.' [23] => Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero, [24] => Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: [25] => Wretched shall France be only in my name. [26] => What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens? [27] => Whence cometh this alarum and the noise? ) [STAGEDIR] => Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head: [1] => The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd, [2] => A holy prophetess new risen up, [3] => Is come with a great power to raise the siege. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan! [1] => It irks his heart he cannot be revenged. [2] => Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you: [3] => Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish, [4] => Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels, [5] => And make a quagmire of your mingled brains. [6] => Convey me Salisbury into his tent, [7] => And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Here an alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them then re-enter TALBOT [1] => Here they fight [2] => They fight again [3] => Exit [4] => Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat; flourish ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is my strength, my valour, and my force? [1] => Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them: [2] => A woman clad in armour chaseth them. [3] => Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee; [4] => Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee: [5] => Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch, [6] => And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest. ) [STAGEDIR] => Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? [1] => My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage [2] => And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder. [3] => But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come: [1] => I must go victual Orleans forthwith. [2] => O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. [3] => Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men; [4] => Help Salisbury to make his testament: [5] => This day is ours, as many more shall be. ) [STAGEDIR] => A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; [1] => I know not where I am, nor what I do; [2] => A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal, [3] => Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists: [4] => So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench [5] => Are from their hives and houses driven away. [6] => They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs; [7] => Now, like to whelps, we crying run away. [8] => Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight, [9] => Or tear the lions out of England's coat; [10] => Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead: [11] => Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf, [12] => Or horse or oxen from the leopard, [13] => As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. [14] => It will not be: retire into your trenches: [15] => You all consented unto Salisbury's death, [16] => For none would strike a stroke in his revenge. [17] => Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans, [18] => In spite of us or aught that we could do. [19] => O, would I were to die with Salisbury! [20] => The shame hereof will make me hide my head. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => A short alarum [1] => Alarum. Here another skirmish ) ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. The same. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers [1] => Flourish. Exeunt ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Advance our waving colours on the walls; [1] => Rescued is Orleans from the English [2] => Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter, [1] => How shall I honour thee for this success? [2] => Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens [3] => That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next. [4] => France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess! [5] => Recover'd is the town of Orleans: [6] => More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town? [1] => Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires [2] => And feast and banquet in the open streets, [3] => To celebrate the joy that God hath given us. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All France will be replete with mirth and joy, [1] => When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won; [1] => For which I will divide my crown with her, [2] => And all the priests and friars in my realm [3] => Shall in procession sing her endless praise. [4] => A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear [5] => Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was: [6] => In memory of her when she is dead, [7] => Her ashes, in an urn more precious [8] => Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius, [9] => Transported shall be at high festivals [10] => Before the kings and queens of France. [11] => No longer on Saint Denis will we cry, [12] => But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint. [13] => Come in, and let us banquet royally, [14] => After this golden day of victory. ) ) ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT II [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Before Orleans. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels [1] => Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march [2] => Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.' [3] => The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready [4] => Enter CHARLES and JOAN LA PUCELLE [5] => Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their clothes behind [6] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sergeant [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sirs, take your places and be vigilant: [1] => If any noise or soldier you perceive [2] => Near to the walls, by some apparent sign [3] => Let us have knowledge at the court of guard. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Sentinel [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sergeant, you shall. [1] => Thus are poor servitors, [2] => When others sleep upon their quiet beds, [3] => Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit Sergeant ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy, [1] => By whose approach the regions of Artois, [2] => Wallon and Picardy are friends to us, [3] => This happy night the Frenchmen are secure, [4] => Having all day caroused and banqueted: [5] => Embrace we then this opportunity [6] => As fitting best to quittance their deceit [7] => Contrived by art and baleful sorcery. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame, [1] => Despairing of his own arm's fortitude, [2] => To join with witches and the help of hell! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Traitors have never other company. [1] => But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => A maid, they say. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => A maid! and be so martial! ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pray God she prove not masculine ere long, [1] => If underneath the standard of the French [2] => She carry armour as she hath begun. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, let them practise and converse with spirits: [1] => God is our fortress, in whose conquering name [2] => Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not all together: better far, I guess, [1] => That we do make our entrance several ways; [2] => That, if it chance the one of us do fail, [3] => The other yet may rise against their force. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Agreed: I'll to yond corner. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => And I to this. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave. [1] => Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right [2] => Of English Henry, shall this night appear [3] => How much in duty I am bound to both. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Sentinels [LINE] => Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => How now, my lords! what, all unready so? ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds, [1] => Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms, [1] => Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise [2] => More venturous or desperate than this. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame? [1] => Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal, [2] => Make us partakers of a little gain, [3] => That now our loss might be ten times so much? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend! [1] => At all times will you have my power alike? [2] => Sleeping or waking must I still prevail, [3] => Or will you blame and lay the fault on me? [4] => Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good, [5] => This sudden mischief never could have fall'n. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Duke of Alencon, this was your default, [1] => That, being captain of the watch to-night, [2] => Did look no better to that weighty charge. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Had all your quarters been as safely kept [1] => As that whereof I had the government, [2] => We had not been thus shamefully surprised. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => Mine was secure. ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => And so was mine, my lord. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, for myself, most part of all this night, [1] => Within her quarter and mine own precinct [2] => I was employ'd in passing to and fro, [3] => About relieving of the sentinels: [4] => Then how or which way should they first break in? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Question, my lords, no further of the case, [1] => How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place [2] => But weakly guarded, where the breach was made. [3] => And now there rests no other shift but this; [4] => To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed, [5] => And lay new platforms to endamage them. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Soldier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll be so bold to take what they have left. [1] => The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword; [2] => For I have loaden me with many spoils, [3] => Using no other weapon but his name. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Orleans. Within the town. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others [1] => Retreat sounded [2] => Enter a Messenger [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The day begins to break, and night is fled, [1] => Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth. [2] => Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Bring forth the body of old Salisbury, [1] => And here advance it in the market-place, [2] => The middle centre of this cursed town. [3] => Now have I paid my vow unto his soul; [4] => For every drop of blood was drawn from him, [5] => There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight. [6] => And that hereafter ages may behold [7] => What ruin happen'd in revenge of him, [8] => Within their chiefest temple I'll erect [9] => A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd: [10] => Upon the which, that every one may read, [11] => Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans, [12] => The treacherous manner of his mournful death [13] => And what a terror he had been to France. [14] => But, lords, in all our bloody massacre, [15] => I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace, [16] => His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc, [17] => Nor any of his false confederates. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began, [1] => Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds, [2] => They did amongst the troops of armed men [3] => Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Myself, as far as I could well discern [1] => For smoke and dusky vapours of the night, [2] => Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull, [3] => When arm in arm they both came swiftly running, [4] => Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves [5] => That could not live asunder day or night. [6] => After that things are set in order here, [7] => We'll follow them with all the power we have. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => All hail, my lords! which of this princely train [1] => Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts [2] => So much applauded through the realm of France? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne, [1] => With modesty admiring thy renown, [2] => By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe [3] => To visit her poor castle where she lies, [4] => That she may boast she hath beheld the man [5] => Whose glory fills the world with loud report. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars [1] => Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport, [2] => When ladies crave to be encounter'd with. [3] => You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men [1] => Could not prevail with all their oratory, [2] => Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled: [3] => And therefore tell her I return great thanks, [4] => And in submission will attend on her. [5] => Will not your honours bear me company? ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, truly; it is more than manners will: [1] => And I have heard it said, unbidden guests [2] => Are often welcomest when they are gone. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well then, alone, since there's no remedy, [1] => I mean to prove this lady's courtesy. [2] => Come hither, captain. [3] => You perceive my mind? ) [STAGEDIR] => Whispers ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => I do, my lord, and mean accordingly. ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter [1] => Exit [2] => Enter Messenger and TALBOT [3] => Re-enter Porter with keys [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Porter, remember what I gave in charge; [1] => And when you have done so, bring the keys to me. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Porter [LINE] => Madam, I will. ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The plot is laid: if all things fall out right, [1] => I shall as famous be by this exploit [2] => As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death. [3] => Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight, [4] => And his achievements of no less account: [5] => Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears, [6] => To give their censure of these rare reports. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, [1] => According as your ladyship desired, [2] => By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => And he is welcome. What! is this the man? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Madam, it is. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is this the scourge of France? [1] => Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad [2] => That with his name the mothers still their babes? [3] => I see report is fabulous and false: [4] => I thought I should have seen some Hercules, [5] => A second Hector, for his grim aspect, [6] => And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs. [7] => Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf! [8] => It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp [9] => Should strike such terror to his enemies. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Madam, I have been bold to trouble you; [1] => But since your ladyship is not at leisure, [2] => I'll sort some other time to visit you. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves [1] => To know the cause of your abrupt departure. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief, [1] => I go to certify her Talbot's here. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => If thou be he, then art thou prisoner. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Prisoner! to whom? ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To me, blood-thirsty lord; [1] => And for that cause I trained thee to my house. [2] => Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me, [3] => For in my gallery thy picture hangs: [4] => But now the substance shall endure the like, [5] => And I will chain these legs and arms of thine, [6] => That hast by tyranny these many years [7] => Wasted our country, slain our citizens [8] => And sent our sons and husbands captivate. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Ha, ha, ha! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I laugh to see your ladyship so fond [1] => To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow [2] => Whereon to practise your severity. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => Why, art not thou the man? ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => I am indeed. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => Then have I substance too. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, no, I am but shadow of myself: [1] => You are deceived, my substance is not here; [2] => For what you see is but the smallest part [3] => And least proportion of humanity: [4] => I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here, [5] => It is of such a spacious lofty pitch, [6] => Your roof were not sufficient to contain't. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This is a riddling merchant for the nonce; [1] => He will be here, and yet he is not here: [2] => How can these contrarieties agree? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That will I show you presently. [1] => How say you, madam? are you now persuaded [2] => That Talbot is but shadow of himself? [3] => These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength, [4] => With which he yoketh your rebellious necks, [5] => Razeth your cities and subverts your towns [6] => And in a moment makes them desolate. ) [STAGEDIR] => Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of ordnance. Enter soldiers ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse: [1] => I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited [2] => And more than may be gather'd by thy shape. [3] => Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath; [4] => For I am sorry that with reverence [5] => I did not entertain thee as thou art. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue [1] => The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake [2] => The outward composition of his body. [3] => What you have done hath not offended me; [4] => Nor other satisfaction do I crave, [5] => But only, with your patience, that we may [6] => Taste of your wine and see what cates you have; [7] => For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With all my heart, and think me honoured [1] => To feast so great a warrior in my house. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer [1] => Exit [2] => Exit [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence? [1] => Dare no man answer in a case of truth? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Within the Temple-hall we were too loud; [1] => The garden here is more convenient. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth; [1] => Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error? ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Faith, I have been a truant in the law, [1] => And never yet could frame my will to it; [2] => And therefore frame the law unto my will. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch; [1] => Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth; [2] => Between two blades, which bears the better temper: [3] => Between two horses, which doth bear him best; [4] => Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye; [5] => I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement; [6] => But in these nice sharp quillets of the law, [7] => Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance: [1] => The truth appears so naked on my side [2] => That any purblind eye may find it out. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And on my side it is so well apparell'd, [1] => So clear, so shining and so evident [2] => That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak, [1] => In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts: [2] => Let him that is a true-born gentleman [3] => And stands upon the honour of his birth, [4] => If he suppose that I have pleaded truth, [5] => From off this brier pluck a white rose with me. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer, [1] => But dare maintain the party of the truth, [2] => Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I love no colours, and without all colour [1] => Of base insinuating flattery [2] => I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I pluck this red rose with young Somerset [1] => And say withal I think he held the right. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more, [1] => Till you conclude that he upon whose side [2] => The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree [3] => Shall yield the other in the right opinion. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Master Vernon, it is well objected: [1] => If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => And I. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then for the truth and plainness of the case. [1] => I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here, [2] => Giving my verdict on the white rose side. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Prick not your finger as you pluck it off, [1] => Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red [2] => And fall on my side so, against your will. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If I my lord, for my opinion bleed, [1] => Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt [2] => And keep me on the side where still I am. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Well, well, come on: who else? ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lawyer [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Unless my study and my books be false, [1] => The argument you held was wrong in you: [2] => In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too. ) [STAGEDIR] => To SOMERSET ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Now, Somerset, where is your argument? ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here in my scabbard, meditating that [1] => Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses; [1] => For pale they look with fear, as witnessing [2] => The truth on our side. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, Plantagenet, [1] => 'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks [2] => Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses, [3] => And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset? ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth; [1] => Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses, [1] => That shall maintain what I have said is true, [2] => Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand, [1] => I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet. ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee. ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, away, good William de la Pole! [1] => We grace the yeoman by conversing with him. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset; [1] => His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence, [2] => Third son to the third Edward King of England: [3] => Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root? ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He bears him on the place's privilege, [1] => Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By him that made me, I'll maintain my words [1] => On any plot of ground in Christendom. [2] => Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge, [3] => For treason executed in our late king's days? [4] => And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted, [5] => Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry? [6] => His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood; [7] => And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My father was attached, not attainted, [1] => Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor; [2] => And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset, [3] => Were growing time once ripen'd to my will. [4] => For your partaker Pole and you yourself, [5] => I'll note you in my book of memory, [6] => To scourge you for this apprehension: [7] => Look to it well and say you are well warn'd. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still; [1] => And know us by these colours for thy foes, [2] => For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose, [1] => As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate, [2] => Will I for ever and my faction wear, [3] => Until it wither with me to my grave [4] => Or flourish to the height of my degree. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go forward and be choked with thy ambition! [1] => And so farewell until I meet thee next. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => How I am braved and must perforce endure it! ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This blot that they object against your house [1] => Shall be wiped out in the next parliament [2] => Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester; [3] => And if thou be not then created York, [4] => I will not live to be accounted Warwick. [5] => Meantime, in signal of my love to thee, [6] => Against proud Somerset and William Pole, [7] => Will I upon thy party wear this rose: [8] => And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day, [9] => Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden, [10] => Shall send between the red rose and the white [11] => A thousand souls to death and deadly night. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you, [1] => That you on my behalf would pluck a flower. ) ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => In your behalf still will I wear the same. ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Lawyer [LINE] => And so will I. ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, gentle sir. [1] => Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say [2] => This quarrel will drink blood another day. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. The Tower of London. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, and Gaolers [1] => Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET [2] => Dies [3] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Kind keepers of my weak decaying age, [1] => Let dying Mortimer here rest himself. [2] => Even like a man new haled from the rack, [3] => So fare my limbs with long imprisonment. [4] => And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death, [5] => Nestor-like aged in an age of care, [6] => Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer. [7] => These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent, [8] => Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent; [9] => Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief, [10] => And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine [11] => That droops his sapless branches to the ground; [12] => Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb, [13] => Unable to support this lump of clay, [14] => Swift-winged with desire to get a grave, [15] => As witting I no other comfort have. [16] => But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come: [1] => We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber; [2] => And answer was return'd that he will come. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied. [1] => Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine. [2] => Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign, [3] => Before whose glory I was great in arms, [4] => This loathsome sequestration have I had: [5] => And even since then hath Richard been obscured, [6] => Deprived of honour and inheritance. [7] => But now the arbitrator of despairs, [8] => Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries, [9] => With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence: [10] => I would his troubles likewise were expired, [11] => That so he might recover what was lost. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Gaoler [LINE] => My lord, your loving nephew now is come. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used, [1] => Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck, [1] => And in his bosom spend my latter gasp: [2] => O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks, [3] => That I may kindly give one fainting kiss. [4] => And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock, [5] => Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised? ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, lean thine aged back against mine arm; [1] => And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease. [2] => This day, in argument upon a case, [3] => Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me; [4] => Among which terms he used his lavish tongue [5] => And did upbraid me with my father's death: [6] => Which obloquy set bars before my tongue, [7] => Else with the like I had requited him. [8] => Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake, [9] => In honour of a true Plantagenet [10] => And for alliance sake, declare the cause [11] => My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me [1] => And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth [2] => Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine, [3] => Was cursed instrument of his decease. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Discover more at large what cause that was, [1] => For I am ignorant and cannot guess. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I will, if that my fading breath permit [1] => And death approach not ere my tale be done. [2] => Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king, [3] => Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son, [4] => The first-begotten and the lawful heir, [5] => Of Edward king, the third of that descent: [6] => During whose reign the Percies of the north, [7] => Finding his usurpation most unjust, [8] => Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne: [9] => The reason moved these warlike lords to this [10] => Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed, [11] => Leaving no heir begotten of his body-- [12] => I was the next by birth and parentage; [13] => For by my mother I derived am [14] => From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son [15] => To King Edward the Third; whereas he [16] => From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree, [17] => Being but fourth of that heroic line. [18] => But mark: as in this haughty attempt [19] => They laboured to plant the rightful heir, [20] => I lost my liberty and they their lives. [21] => Long after this, when Henry the Fifth, [22] => Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign, [23] => Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived [24] => From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York, [25] => Marrying my sister that thy mother was, [26] => Again in pity of my hard distress [27] => Levied an army, weening to redeem [28] => And have install'd me in the diadem: [29] => But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl [30] => And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers, [31] => In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Of which, my lord, your honour is the last. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => True; and thou seest that I no issue have [1] => And that my fainting words do warrant death; [2] => Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather: [3] => But yet be wary in thy studious care. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy grave admonishments prevail with me: [1] => But yet, methinks, my father's execution [2] => Was nothing less than bloody tyranny. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => With silence, nephew, be thou politic: [1] => Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster, [2] => And like a mountain, not to be removed. [3] => But now thy uncle is removing hence: [4] => As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd [5] => With long continuance in a settled place. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, uncle, would some part of my young years [1] => Might but redeem the passage of your age! ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MORTIMER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth [1] => Which giveth many wounds when one will kill. [2] => Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good; [3] => Only give order for my funeral: [4] => And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes [5] => And prosperous be thy life in peace and war! ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul! [1] => In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage [2] => And like a hermit overpass'd thy days. [3] => Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast; [4] => And what I do imagine let that rest. [5] => Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself [6] => Will see his burial better than his life. [7] => Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer, [8] => Choked with ambition of the meaner sort: [9] => And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries, [10] => Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house: [11] => I doubt not but with honour to redress; [12] => And therefore haste I to the parliament, [13] => Either to be restored to my blood, [14] => Or make my ill the advantage of my good. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER ) ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT III [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, EXETER, GLOUCESTER, WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others. GLOUCESTER offers to put up a bill; BISHOP OF WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it [1] => A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor [2] => Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates [3] => Skirmish again [4] => Begin again [5] => Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, &c [6] => Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER [7] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Comest thou with deep premeditated lines, [1] => With written pamphlets studiously devised, [2] => Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse, [3] => Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge, [4] => Do it without invention, suddenly; [5] => As I with sudden and extemporal speech [6] => Purpose to answer what thou canst object. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience, [1] => Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me. [2] => Think not, although in writing I preferr'd [3] => The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes, [4] => That therefore I have forged, or am not able [5] => Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen: [6] => No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness, [7] => Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks, [8] => As very infants prattle of thy pride. [9] => Thou art a most pernicious usurer, [10] => Forward by nature, enemy to peace; [11] => Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems [12] => A man of thy profession and degree; [13] => And for thy treachery, what's more manifest? [14] => In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life, [15] => As well at London bridge as at the Tower. [16] => Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted, [17] => The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt [18] => From envious malice of thy swelling heart. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe [1] => To give me hearing what I shall reply. [2] => If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse, [3] => As he will have me, how am I so poor? [4] => Or how haps it I seek not to advance [5] => Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling? [6] => And for dissension, who preferreth peace [7] => More than I do?--except I be provoked. [8] => No, my good lords, it is not that offends; [9] => It is not that that hath incensed the duke: [10] => It is, because no one should sway but he; [11] => No one but he should be about the king; [12] => And that engenders thunder in his breast [13] => And makes him roar these accusations forth. [14] => But he shall know I am as good-- ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As good! [1] => Thou bastard of my grandfather! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray, [1] => But one imperious in another's throne? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Am I not protector, saucy priest? ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => And am not I a prelate of the church? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps [1] => And useth it to patronage his theft. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Unreverent Gloster! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou art reverent [1] => Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Rome shall remedy this. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Roam thither, then. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => My lord, it were your duty to forbear. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Ay, see the bishop be not overborne. ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Methinks my lord should be religious [1] => And know the office that belongs to such. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Methinks his lordship should be humbler; [1] => it fitteth not a prelate so to plead. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => State holy or unhallow'd, what of that? [1] => Is not his grace protector to the king? ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should; [2] => Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?' [3] => Else would I have a fling at Winchester. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester, [1] => The special watchmen of our English weal, [2] => I would prevail, if prayers might prevail, [3] => To join your hearts in love and amity. [4] => O, what a scandal is it to our crown, [5] => That two such noble peers as ye should jar! [6] => Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell [7] => Civil dissension is a viperous worm [8] => That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth. [9] => What tumult's this? ) [STAGEDIR] => A noise within, 'Down with the tawny-coats!' ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An uproar, I dare warrant, [1] => Begun through malice of the bishop's men. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Mayor [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry, [1] => Pity the city of London, pity us! [2] => The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men, [3] => Forbidden late to carry any weapon, [4] => Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones [5] => And banding themselves in contrary parts [6] => Do pelt so fast at one another's pate [7] => That many have their giddy brains knock'd out: [8] => Our windows are broke down in every street [9] => And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops. ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We charge you, on allegiance to ourself, [1] => To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace. [2] => Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Serving-man [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Nay, if we be forbidden stones, [1] => We'll fall to it with our teeth. ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Serving-man [LINE] => Do what ye dare, we are as resolute. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You of my household, leave this peevish broil [1] => And set this unaccustom'd fight aside. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Serving-man [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, we know your grace to be a man [1] => Just and upright; and, for your royal birth, [2] => Inferior to none but to his majesty: [3] => And ere that we will suffer such a prince, [4] => So kind a father of the commonweal, [5] => To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate, [6] => We and our wives and children all will fight [7] => And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Serving-man [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, and the very parings of our nails [1] => Shall pitch a field when we are dead. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, stay, I say! [1] => And if you love me, as you say you do, [2] => Let me persuade you to forbear awhile. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, how this discord doth afflict my soul! [1] => Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold [2] => My sighs and tears and will not once relent? [3] => Who should be pitiful, if you be not? [4] => Or who should study to prefer a peace. [5] => If holy churchmen take delight in broils? ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester; [1] => Except you mean with obstinate repulse [2] => To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm. [3] => You see what mischief and what murder too [4] => Hath been enacted through your enmity; [5] => Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => He shall submit, or I will never yield. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Compassion on the king commands me stoop; [1] => Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest [2] => Should ever get that privilege of me. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke [1] => Hath banish'd moody discontented fury, [2] => As by his smoothed brows it doth appear: [3] => Why look you still so stern and tragical? ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach [1] => That malice was a great and grievous sin; [2] => And will not you maintain the thing you teach, [3] => But prove a chief offender in the same? ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird. [1] => For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent! [2] => What, shall a child instruct you what to do? ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee; [1] => Love for thy love and hand for hand I give. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => See here, my friends and loving countrymen, [2] => This token serveth for a flag of truce [3] => Betwixt ourselves and all our followers: [4] => So help me God, as I dissemble not! ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester, [1] => How joyful am I made by this contract! [2] => Away, my masters! trouble us no more; [3] => But join in friendship, as your lords have done. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Serving-man [LINE] => Content: I'll to the surgeon's. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Second Serving-man [LINE] => And so will I. ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Third Serving-man [LINE] => And I will see what physic the tavern affords. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign, [1] => Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet [2] => We do exhibit to your majesty. ) ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince, [1] => And if your grace mark every circumstance, [2] => You have great reason to do Richard right; [3] => Especially for those occasions [4] => At Eltham Place I told your majesty. ) ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And those occasions, uncle, were of force: [1] => Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is [2] => That Richard be restored to his blood. ) ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let Richard be restored to his blood; [1] => So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => As will the rest, so willeth Winchester. ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => If Richard will be true, not that alone [1] => But all the whole inheritance I give [2] => That doth belong unto the house of York, [3] => From whence you spring by lineal descent. ) ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thy humble servant vows obedience [1] => And humble service till the point of death. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stoop then and set your knee against my foot; [1] => And, in reguerdon of that duty done, [2] => I gird thee with the valiant sword of York: [3] => Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet, [4] => And rise created princely Duke of York. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => RICHARD PLANTAGENET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall! [1] => And as my duty springs, so perish they [2] => That grudge one thought against your majesty! ) ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALL [LINE] => Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York! ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now will it best avail your majesty [1] => To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France: [2] => The presence of a king engenders love [3] => Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends, [4] => As it disanimates his enemies. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes; [1] => For friendly counsel cuts off many foes. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Your ships already are in readiness. ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, we may march in England or in France, [1] => Not seeing what is likely to ensue. [2] => This late dissension grown betwixt the peers [3] => Burns under feigned ashes of forged love [4] => And will at last break out into a flame: [5] => As fester'd members rot but by degree, [6] => Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away, [7] => So will this base and envious discord breed. [8] => And now I fear that fatal prophecy [9] => Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth [10] => Was in the mouth of every sucking babe; [11] => That Henry born at Monmouth should win all [12] => And Henry born at Windsor lose all: [13] => Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish [14] => His days may finish ere that hapless time. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. France. Before Rouen. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers with sacks upon their backs [1] => Knocks [2] => Exit Act [3] => Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, REIGNIER, and forces [4] => Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out a torch burning [5] => Exit [6] => Alarum. Exeunt [7] => An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion [8] => Exit [9] => An alarum: excursions. BEDFORD, brought in sick in a chair. Enter TALBOT and BURGUNDY without: within JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, on the walls [10] => Exeunt from the walls [11] => Exeunt all but BEDFORD and Attendants [12] => An alarum: excursions. Enter FASTOLFE and a Captain [13] => Exit [14] => Exit [15] => Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON, and CHARLES fly [16] => BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair [17] => An alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest [18] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen, [1] => Through which our policy must make a breach: [2] => Take heed, be wary how you place your words; [3] => Talk like the vulgar sort of market men [4] => That come to gather money for their corn. [5] => If we have entrance, as I hope we shall, [6] => And that we find the slothful watch but weak, [7] => I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, [8] => That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => First Soldier [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, [1] => And we be lords and rulers over Rouen; [2] => Therefore we'll knock. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Watch [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Within ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Paysans, pauvres gens de France; [1] => Poor market folks that come to sell their corn. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Watch [LINE] => Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground. ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem! [1] => And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants; [1] => Now she is there, how will she specify [2] => Where is the best and safest passage in? ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; [1] => Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is, [2] => No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Behold, this is the happy wedding torch [1] => That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen, [2] => But burning fatal to the Talbotites! ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend; [1] => The burning torch in yonder turret stands. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now shine it like a comet of revenge, [1] => A prophet to the fall of all our foes! ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends; [1] => Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently, [2] => And then do execution on the watch. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, [1] => If Talbot but survive thy treachery. [2] => Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, [3] => Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, [4] => That hardly we escaped the pride of France. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread? [1] => I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast [2] => Before he'll buy again at such a rate: [3] => 'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste? ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan! [1] => I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own [2] => And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Your grace may starve perhaps before that time. ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason! ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance, [1] => And run a tilt at death within a chair? ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, [1] => Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours! [2] => Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age [3] => And twit with cowardice a man half dead? [4] => Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, [5] => Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; [1] => If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. [2] => God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker? ) [STAGEDIR] => The English whisper together in council ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field? ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Belike your lordship takes us then for fools, [1] => To try if that our own be ours or no. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I speak not to that railing Hecate, [1] => But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest; [2] => Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? ) ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Signior, no. ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Signior, hang! base muleters of France! [1] => Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls [2] => And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Away, captains! let's get us from the walls; [1] => For Talbot means no goodness by his looks. [2] => God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you [3] => That we are here. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And there will we be too, ere it be long, [1] => Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! [2] => Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, [3] => Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France, [4] => Either to get the town again or die: [5] => And I, as sure as English Henry lives [6] => And as his father here was conqueror, [7] => As sure as in this late-betrayed town [8] => Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried, [9] => So sure I swear to get the town or die. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => My vows are equal partners with thy vows. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, [1] => The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord, [2] => We will bestow you in some better place, [3] => Fitter for sickness and for crazy age. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: [1] => Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen [2] => And will be partner of your weal or woe. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Not to be gone from hence; for once I read [1] => That stout Pendragon in his litter sick [2] => Came to the field and vanquished his foes: [3] => Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts, [4] => Because I ever found them as myself. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Undaunted spirit in a dying breast! [1] => Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe! [2] => And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, [3] => But gather we our forces out of hand [4] => And set upon our boasting enemy. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste? ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FASTOLFE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whither away! to save myself by flight: [1] => We are like to have the overthrow again. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot? ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FASTOLFE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, [1] => All the Talbots in the world, to save my life! ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BEDFORD [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please, [1] => For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. [2] => What is the trust or strength of foolish man? [3] => They that of late were daring with their scoffs [4] => Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lost, and recover'd in a day again! [1] => This is a double honour, Burgundy: [2] => Yet heavens have glory for this victory! ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy [1] => Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects [2] => Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now? [1] => I think her old familiar is asleep: [2] => Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? [3] => What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief [4] => That such a valiant company are fled. [5] => Now will we take some order in the town, [6] => Placing therein some expert officers, [7] => And then depart to Paris to the king, [8] => For there young Henry with his nobles lie. ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But yet, before we go, let's not forget [1] => The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased, [2] => But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen: [3] => A braver soldier never couched lance, [4] => A gentler heart did never sway in court; [5] => But kings and mightiest potentates must die, [6] => For that's the end of human misery. ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. The plains near Rouen. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces [1] => Trumpets sound a parley [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Dismay not, princes, at this accident, [1] => Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered: [2] => Care is no cure, but rather corrosive, [3] => For things that are not to be remedied. [4] => Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while [5] => And like a peacock sweep along his tail; [6] => We'll pull his plumes and take away his train, [7] => If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We have been guided by thee hitherto, [1] => And of thy cunning had no diffidence: [2] => One sudden foil shall never breed distrust. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Search out thy wit for secret policies, [1] => And we will make thee famous through the world. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => We'll set thy statue in some holy place, [1] => And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint: [2] => Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise: [1] => By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words [2] => We will entice the Duke of Burgundy [3] => To leave the Talbot and to follow us. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that, [1] => France were no place for Henry's warriors; [2] => Nor should that nation boast it so with us, [3] => But be extirped from our provinces. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For ever should they be expulsed from France [1] => And not have title of an earldom here. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your honours shall perceive how I will work [1] => To bring this matter to the wished end. [2] => Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive [3] => Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward. [4] => There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread, [5] => And all the troops of English after him. [6] => Now in the rearward comes the duke and his: [7] => Fortune in favour makes him lag behind. [8] => Summon a parley; we will talk with him. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Drum sounds afar off [1] => Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his forces [2] => French march. Enter BURGUNDY and forces ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => A parley with the Duke of Burgundy! ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Who craves a parley with the Burgundy? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => The princely Charles of France, thy countryman. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France! [1] => Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Speak on; but be not over-tedious. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Look on thy country, look on fertile France, [1] => And see the cities and the towns defaced [2] => By wasting ruin of the cruel foe. [3] => As looks the mother on her lowly babe [4] => When death doth close his tender dying eyes, [5] => See, see the pining malady of France; [6] => Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds, [7] => Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast. [8] => O, turn thy edged sword another way; [9] => Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help. [10] => One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom [11] => Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore: [12] => Return thee therefore with a flood of tears, [13] => And wash away thy country's stained spots. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words, [1] => Or nature makes me suddenly relent. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee, [1] => Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny. [2] => Who joint'st thou with but with a lordly nation [3] => That will not trust thee but for profit's sake? [4] => When Talbot hath set footing once in France [5] => And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill, [6] => Who then but English Henry will be lord [7] => And thou be thrust out like a fugitive? [8] => Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof, [9] => Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe? [10] => And was he not in England prisoner? [11] => But when they heard he was thine enemy, [12] => They set him free without his ransom paid, [13] => In spite of Burgundy and all his friends. [14] => See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen [15] => And joint'st with them will be thy slaughtermen. [16] => Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord: [17] => Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers [1] => Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot, [2] => And made me almost yield upon my knees. [3] => Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen, [4] => And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace: [5] => My forces and my power of men are yours: [6] => So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => And doth beget new courage in our breasts. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this, [1] => And doth deserve a coronet of gold. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers, [1] => And seek how we may prejudice the foe. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Paris. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, EXETER, VERNON BASSET, and others. To them with his Soldiers, TALBOT [1] => Kneels [2] => Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but VERNON and BASSET [3] => Strikes him [4] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My gracious prince, and honourable peers, [1] => Hearing of your arrival in this realm, [2] => I have awhile given truce unto my wars, [3] => To do my duty to my sovereign: [4] => In sign, whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd [5] => To your obedience fifty fortresses, [6] => Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength, [7] => Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem, [8] => Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet, [9] => And with submissive loyalty of heart [10] => Ascribes the glory of his conquest got [11] => First to my God and next unto your grace. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester, [1] => That hath so long been resident in France? ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord! [1] => When I was young, as yet I am not old, [2] => I do remember how my father said [3] => A stouter champion never handled sword. [4] => Long since we were resolved of your truth, [5] => Your faithful service and your toil in war; [6] => Yet never have you tasted our reward, [7] => Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks, [8] => Because till now we never saw your face: [9] => Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts, [10] => We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury; [11] => And in our coronation take your place. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea, [1] => Disgracing of these colours that I wear [2] => In honour of my noble Lord of York: [3] => Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest? ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage [1] => The envious barking of your saucy tongue [2] => Against my lord the Duke of Somerset. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSET [LINE] => Why, what is he? as good a man as York. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such [1] => That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death, [2] => Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood. [3] => But I'll unto his majesty, and crave [4] => I may have liberty to venge this wrong; [5] => When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you; [1] => And, after, meet you sooner than you would. ) ) ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT IV [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK, TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor, of Paris, and others [1] => Enter FASTOLFE [2] => Exit [3] => Enter VERNON and BASSET [4] => Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON [5] => Exeunt all but EXETER [6] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BISHOP OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => God save King Henry, of that name the sixth! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Now, governor of Paris, take your oath, [1] => That you elect no other king but him; [2] => Esteem none friends but such as are his friends, [3] => And none your foes but such as shall pretend [4] => Malicious practises against his state: [5] => This shall ye do, so help you righteous God! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => FASTOLFE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais, [1] => To haste unto your coronation, [2] => A letter was deliver'd to my hands, [3] => Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee! [1] => I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next, [2] => To tear the garter from thy craven's leg, [3] => Which I have done, because unworthily [4] => Thou wast installed in that high degree. [5] => Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest [6] => This dastard, at the battle of Patay, [7] => When but in all I was six thousand strong [8] => And that the French were almost ten to one, [9] => Before we met or that a stroke was given, [10] => Like to a trusty squire did run away: [11] => In which assault we lost twelve hundred men; [12] => Myself and divers gentlemen beside [13] => Were there surprised and taken prisoners. [14] => Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss; [15] => Or whether that such cowards ought to wear [16] => This ornament of knighthood, yea or no. ) [STAGEDIR] => Plucking it off ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To say the truth, this fact was infamous [1] => And ill beseeming any common man, [2] => Much more a knight, a captain and a leader. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When first this order was ordain'd, my lords, [1] => Knights of the garter were of noble birth, [2] => Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage, [3] => Such as were grown to credit by the wars; [4] => Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress, [5] => But always resolute in most extremes. [6] => He then that is not furnish'd in this sort [7] => Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight, [8] => Profaning this most honourable order, [9] => And should, if I were worthy to be judge, [10] => Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain [11] => That doth presume to boast of gentle blood. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom! [1] => Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight: [2] => Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death. [3] => And now, my lord protector, view the letter [4] => Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy. ) [STAGEDIR] => Exit FASTOLFE ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What means his grace, that he hath changed his style? [1] => No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!' [2] => Hath he forgot he is his sovereign? [3] => Or doth this churlish superscription [4] => Pretend some alteration in good will? [5] => What's here? [6] => 'I have, upon especial cause, [7] => Moved with compassion of my country's wreck, [8] => Together with the pitiful complaints [9] => Of such as your oppression feeds upon, [10] => Forsaken your pernicious faction [11] => And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.' [12] => O monstrous treachery! can this be so, [13] => That in alliance, amity and oaths, [14] => There should be found such false dissembling guile? ) [STAGEDIR] => Reads ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt? ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => He doth, my lord, and is become your foe. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Is that the worst this letter doth contain? ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him [1] => And give him chastisement for this abuse. [2] => How say you, my lord? are you not content? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented, [1] => I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then gather strength and march unto him straight: [1] => Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason [2] => And what offence it is to flout his friends. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I go, my lord, in heart desiring still [1] => You may behold confusion of your foes. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSET [LINE] => And me, my lord, grant me the combat too. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => This is my servant: hear him, noble prince. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak. [1] => Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim? [2] => And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom? ) ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong. ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSET [LINE] => And I with him; for he hath done me wrong. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What is that wrong whereof you both complain? [1] => First let me know, and then I'll answer you. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Crossing the sea from England into France, [1] => This fellow here, with envious carping tongue, [2] => Upbraided me about the rose I wear; [3] => Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves [4] => Did represent my master's blushing cheeks, [5] => When stubbornly he did repugn the truth [6] => About a certain question in the law [7] => Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him; [8] => With other vile and ignominious terms: [9] => In confutation of which rude reproach [10] => And in defence of my lord's worthiness, [11] => I crave the benefit of law of arms. ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And that is my petition, noble lord: [1] => For though he seem with forged quaint conceit [2] => To set a gloss upon his bold intent, [3] => Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him; [4] => And he first took exceptions at this badge, [5] => Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower [6] => Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Will not this malice, Somerset, be left? ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out, [1] => Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men, [1] => When for so slight and frivolous a cause [2] => Such factious emulations shall arise! [3] => Good cousins both, of York and Somerset, [4] => Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Let this dissension first be tried by fight, [1] => And then your highness shall command a peace. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The quarrel toucheth none but us alone; [1] => Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset. ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => VERNON [LINE] => Nay, let it rest where it began at first. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASSET [LINE] => Confirm it so, mine honourable lord. ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife! [1] => And perish ye, with your audacious prate! [2] => Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed [3] => With this immodest clamorous outrage [4] => To trouble and disturb the king and us? [5] => And you, my lords, methinks you do not well [6] => To bear with their perverse objections; [7] => Much less to take occasion from their mouths [8] => To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves: [9] => Let me persuade you take a better course. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends. ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come hither, you that would be combatants: [1] => Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour, [2] => Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause. [3] => And you, my lords, remember where we are, [4] => In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation: [5] => If they perceive dissension in our looks [6] => And that within ourselves we disagree, [7] => How will their grudging stomachs be provoked [8] => To wilful disobedience, and rebel! [9] => Beside, what infamy will there arise, [10] => When foreign princes shall be certified [11] => That for a toy, a thing of no regard, [12] => King Henry's peers and chief nobility [13] => Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France! [14] => O, think upon the conquest of my father, [15] => My tender years, and let us not forego [16] => That for a trifle that was bought with blood [17] => Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife. [18] => I see no reason, if I wear this rose, [19] => That any one should therefore be suspicious [20] => I more incline to Somerset than York: [21] => Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both: [22] => As well they may upbraid me with my crown, [23] => Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd. [24] => But your discretions better can persuade [25] => Than I am able to instruct or teach: [26] => And therefore, as we hither came in peace, [27] => So let us still continue peace and love. [28] => Cousin of York, we institute your grace [29] => To be our regent in these parts of France: [30] => And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite [31] => Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot; [32] => And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors, [33] => Go cheerfully together and digest. [34] => Your angry choler on your enemies. [35] => Ourself, my lord protector and the rest [36] => After some respite will return to Calais; [37] => From thence to England; where I hope ere long [38] => To be presented, by your victories, [39] => With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout. ) [STAGEDIR] => Putting on a red rose ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My Lord of York, I promise you, the king [1] => Prettily, methought, did play the orator. ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so he did; but yet I like it not, [1] => In that he wears the badge of Somerset. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not; [1] => I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm. ) ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An if I wist he did,--but let it rest; [1] => Other affairs must now be managed. ) ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice; [1] => For, had the passions of thy heart burst out, [2] => I fear we should have seen decipher'd there [3] => More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils, [4] => Than yet can be imagined or supposed. [5] => But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees [6] => This jarring discord of nobility, [7] => This shouldering of each other in the court, [8] => This factious bandying of their favourites, [9] => But that it doth presage some ill event. [10] => 'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands; [11] => But more when envy breeds unkind division; [12] => There comes the rain, there begins confusion. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. Before Bourdeaux. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum [1] => Exeunt General, &c [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter: [1] => Summon their general unto the wall. [2] => English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth, [3] => Servant in arms to Harry King of England; [4] => And thus he would: Open your city gates; [5] => Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours, [6] => And do him homage as obedient subjects; [7] => And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power: [8] => But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace, [9] => You tempt the fury of my three attendants, [10] => Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire; [11] => Who in a moment even with the earth [12] => Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers, [13] => If you forsake the offer of their love. ) [STAGEDIR] => Trumpet sounds. Enter General and others, aloft ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => General [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou ominous and fearful owl of death, [1] => Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge! [2] => The period of thy tyranny approacheth. [3] => On us thou canst not enter but by death; [4] => For, I protest, we are well fortified [5] => And strong enough to issue out and fight: [6] => If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed, [7] => Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee: [8] => On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd, [9] => To wall thee from the liberty of flight; [10] => And no way canst thou turn thee for redress, [11] => But death doth front thee with apparent spoil [12] => And pale destruction meets thee in the face. [13] => Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament [14] => To rive their dangerous artillery [15] => Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot. [16] => Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man, [17] => Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit! [18] => This is the latest glory of thy praise [19] => That I, thy enemy, due thee withal; [20] => For ere the glass, that now begins to run, [21] => Finish the process of his sandy hour, [22] => These eyes, that see thee now well coloured, [23] => Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale and dead. [24] => Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell, [25] => Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul; [26] => And mine shall ring thy dire departure out. ) [STAGEDIR] => Drum afar off ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He fables not; I hear the enemy: [1] => Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings. [2] => O, negligent and heedless discipline! [3] => How are we park'd and bounded in a pale, [4] => A little herd of England's timorous deer, [5] => Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs! [6] => If we be English deer, be then in blood; [7] => Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch, [8] => But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags, [9] => Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel [10] => And make the cowards stand aloof at bay: [11] => Sell every man his life as dear as mine, [12] => And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends. [13] => God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right, [14] => Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight! ) ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Plains in Gascony. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers [1] => Enter Sir William LUCY [2] => Exit, with his soldiers [3] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Are not the speedy scouts return'd again, [1] => That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Messenger [LINE] => Array ( [0] => They are return'd, my lord, and give it out [1] => That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power, [2] => To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along, [3] => By your espials were discovered [4] => Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led, [5] => Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A plague upon that villain Somerset, [1] => That thus delays my promised supply [2] => Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege! [3] => Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid, [4] => And I am lowted by a traitor villain [5] => And cannot help the noble chevalier: [6] => God comfort him in this necessity! [7] => If he miscarry, farewell wars in France. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou princely leader of our English strength, [1] => Never so needful on the earth of France, [2] => Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot, [3] => Who now is girdled with a waist of iron [4] => And hemm'd about with grim destruction: [5] => To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York! [6] => Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart [1] => Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place! [2] => So should we save a valiant gentleman [3] => By forfeiting a traitor and a coward. [4] => Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep, [5] => That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => O, send some succor to the distress'd lord! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word; [1] => We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get; [2] => All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul; [1] => And on his son young John, who two hours since [2] => I met in travel toward his warlike father! [3] => This seven years did not Talbot see his son; [4] => And now they meet where both their lives are done. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have [1] => To bid his young son welcome to his grave? [2] => Away! vexation almost stops my breath, [3] => That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death. [4] => Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can, [5] => But curse the cause I cannot aid the man. [6] => Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away, [7] => 'Long all of Somerset and his delay. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus, while the vulture of sedition [1] => Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders, [2] => Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss [3] => The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror, [4] => That ever living man of memory, [5] => Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross, [6] => Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Other plains in Gascony. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of TALBOT's with him [1] => Enter Sir William LUCY [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It is too late; I cannot send them now: [1] => This expedition was by York and Talbot [2] => Too rashly plotted: all our general force [3] => Might with a sally of the very town [4] => Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot [5] => Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour [6] => By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure: [7] => York set him on to fight and die in shame, [8] => That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Captain [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me [1] => Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => How now, Sir William! whither were you sent? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot; [1] => Who, ring'd about with bold adversity, [2] => Cries out for noble York and Somerset, [3] => To beat assailing death from his weak legions: [4] => And whiles the honourable captain there [5] => Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs, [6] => And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue, [7] => You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour, [8] => Keep off aloof with worthless emulation. [9] => Let not your private discord keep away [10] => The levied succors that should lend him aid, [11] => While he, renowned noble gentleman, [12] => Yields up his life unto a world of odds: [13] => Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy, [14] => Alencon, Reignier, compass him about, [15] => And Talbot perisheth by your default. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => York set him on; York should have sent him aid. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And York as fast upon your grace exclaims; [1] => Swearing that you withhold his levied host, [2] => Collected for this expedition. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => York lies; he might have sent and had the horse; [1] => I owe him little duty, and less love; [2] => And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The fraud of England, not the force of France, [1] => Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot: [2] => Never to England shall he bear his life; [3] => But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight: [1] => Within six hours they will be at his aid. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain; [1] => For fly he could not, if he would have fled; [2] => And fly would Talbot never, though he might. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SOMERSET [LINE] => If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu! ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => His fame lives in the world, his shame in you. ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. The English camp near Bourdeaux. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter TALBOT and JOHN his son [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O young John Talbot! I did send for thee [1] => To tutor thee in stratagems of war, [2] => That Talbot's name might be in thee revived [3] => When sapless age and weak unable limbs [4] => Should bring thy father to his drooping chair. [5] => But, O malignant and ill-boding stars! [6] => Now thou art come unto a feast of death, [7] => A terrible and unavoided danger: [8] => Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse; [9] => And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape [10] => By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is my name Talbot? and am I your son? [1] => And shall I fly? O if you love my mother, [2] => Dishonour not her honourable name, [3] => To make a bastard and a slave of me! [4] => The world will say, he is not Talbot's blood, [5] => That basely fled when noble Talbot stood. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => He that flies so will ne'er return again. ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => If we both stay, we both are sure to die. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly: [1] => Your loss is great, so your regard should be; [2] => My worth unknown, no loss is known in me. [3] => Upon my death the French can little boast; [4] => In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost. [5] => Flight cannot stain the honour you have won; [6] => But mine it will, that no exploit have done: [7] => You fled for vantage, everyone will swear; [8] => But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear. [9] => There is no hope that ever I will stay, [10] => If the first hour I shrink and run away. [11] => Here on my knee I beg mortality, [12] => Rather than life preserved with infamy. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb? ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Upon my blessing, I command thee go. ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => To fight I will, but not to fly the foe. ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Part of thy father may be saved in thee. ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => No part of him but will be shame in me. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain. ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You cannot witness for me, being slain. [1] => If death be so apparent, then both fly. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And leave my followers here to fight and die? [1] => My age was never tainted with such shame. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And shall my youth be guilty of such blame? [1] => No more can I be sever'd from your side, [2] => Than can yourself yourself in twain divide: [3] => Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I; [4] => For live I will not, if my father die. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son, [1] => Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon. [2] => Come, side by side together live and die. [3] => And soul with soul from France to heaven fly. ) ) ) ) [5] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VI. A field of battle. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum: excursions, wherein JOHN TALBOT is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him [1] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight. [1] => The regent hath with Talbot broke his word [2] => And left us to the rage of France his sword. [3] => Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath; [4] => I gave thee life and rescued thee from death. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, twice my father, twice am I thy son! [1] => The life thou gavest me first was lost and done, [2] => Till with thy warlike sword, despite of late, [3] => To my determined time thou gavest new date. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire, [1] => It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire [2] => Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age, [3] => Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage, [4] => Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy, [5] => And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee. [6] => The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood [7] => From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood [8] => Of thy first fight, I soon encountered, [9] => And interchanging blows I quickly shed [10] => Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace [11] => Bespoke him thus; 'Contaminated, base [12] => And misbegotten blood I spill of thine, [13] => Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine [14] => Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:' [15] => Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy, [16] => Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care, [17] => Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare? [18] => Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly, [19] => Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry? [20] => Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead: [21] => The help of one stands me in little stead. [22] => O, too much folly is it, well I wot, [23] => To hazard all our lives in one small boat! [24] => If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage, [25] => To-morrow I shall die with mickle age: [26] => By me they nothing gain an if I stay; [27] => 'Tis but the shortening of my life one day: [28] => In thee thy mother dies, our household's name, [29] => My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame: [30] => All these and more we hazard by thy stay; [31] => All these are saved if thou wilt fly away. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOHN TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart; [1] => These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart: [2] => On that advantage, bought with such a shame, [3] => To save a paltry life and slay bright fame, [4] => Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly, [5] => The coward horse that bears me fail and die! [6] => And like me to the peasant boys of France, [7] => To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance! [8] => Surely, by all the glory you have won, [9] => An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son: [10] => Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot; [11] => If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete, [1] => Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet: [2] => If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side; [3] => And, commendable proved, let's die in pride. ) ) ) ) [6] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE VII. Another part of the field. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum: excursions. Enter TALBOT led by a Servant [1] => Enter Soldiers, with the body of JOHN TALBOT [2] => Dies [3] => Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces [4] => Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the French preceding [5] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Where is my other life? mine own is gone; [1] => O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John? [2] => Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity, [3] => Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee: [4] => When he perceived me shrink and on my knee, [5] => His bloody sword he brandish'd over me, [6] => And, like a hungry lion, did commence [7] => Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience; [8] => But when my angry guardant stood alone, [9] => Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none, [10] => Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart [11] => Suddenly made him from my side to start [12] => Into the clustering battle of the French; [13] => And in that sea of blood my boy did drench [14] => His over-mounting spirit, and there died, [15] => My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Servant [LINE] => O, my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne! ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => TALBOT [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn, [1] => Anon, from thy insulting tyranny, [2] => Coupled in bonds of perpetuity, [3] => Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky, [4] => In thy despite shall 'scape mortality. [5] => O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death, [6] => Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath! [7] => Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no; [8] => Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe. [9] => Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say, [10] => Had death been French, then death had died to-day. [11] => Come, come and lay him in his father's arms: [12] => My spirit can no longer bear these harms. [13] => Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have, [14] => Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Had York and Somerset brought rescue in, [1] => We should have found a bloody day of this. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood, [1] => Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said: [1] => 'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:' [2] => But, with a proud majestical high scorn, [3] => He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born [4] => To be the pillage of a giglot wench:' [5] => So, rushing in the bowels of the French, [6] => He left me proudly, as unworthy fight. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Doubtless he would have made a noble knight; [1] => See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms [2] => Of the most bloody nurser of his harms! ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BASTARD OF ORLEANS [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder [1] => Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled [1] => During the life, let us not wrong it dead. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent, [1] => To know who hath obtained the glory of the day. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => On what submissive message art thou sent? ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word; [1] => We English warriors wot not what it means. [2] => I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en [3] => And to survey the bodies of the dead. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is. [1] => But tell me whom thou seek'st. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => But where's the great Alcides of the field, [1] => Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury, [2] => Created, for his rare success in arms, [3] => Great Earl of Washford, Waterford and Valence; [4] => Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield, [5] => Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton, [6] => Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield, [7] => The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge; [8] => Knight of the noble order of Saint George, [9] => Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece; [10] => Great marshal to Henry the Sixth [11] => Of all his wars within the realm of France? ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Here is a silly stately style indeed! [1] => The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath, [2] => Writes not so tedious a style as this. [3] => Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles [4] => Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge, [1] => Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis? [2] => O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd, [3] => That I in rage might shoot them at your faces! [4] => O, that I could but call these dead to life! [5] => It were enough to fright the realm of France: [6] => Were but his picture left amongst you here, [7] => It would amaze the proudest of you all. [8] => Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence [9] => And give them burial as beseems their worth. ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost, [1] => He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit. [2] => For God's sake let him have 'em; to keep them here, [3] => They would but stink, and putrefy the air. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Go, take their bodies hence. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => LUCY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear'd [1] => A phoenix that shall make all France afeard. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt. [1] => And now to Paris, in this conquering vein: [2] => All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain. ) ) ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => ACT V [SCENE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE I. London. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, and EXETER [1] => Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER in Cardinal's habit, a Legate and two Ambassadors [2] => Exeunt all but CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER and Legate [3] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Have you perused the letters from the pope, [1] => The emperor and the Earl of Armagnac? ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I have, my lord: and their intent is this: [1] => They humbly sue unto your excellence [2] => To have a godly peace concluded of [3] => Between the realms of England and of France. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => How doth your grace affect their motion? ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, my good lord; and as the only means [1] => To stop effusion of our Christian blood [2] => And 'stablish quietness on every side. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought [1] => It was both impious and unnatural [2] => That such immanity and bloody strife [3] => Should reign among professors of one faith. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect [1] => And surer bind this knot of amity, [2] => The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles, [3] => A man of great authority in France, [4] => Proffers his only daughter to your grace [5] => In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young! [1] => And fitter is my study and my books [2] => Than wanton dalliance with a paramour. [3] => Yet call the ambassador; and, as you please, [4] => So let them have their answers every one: [5] => I shall be well content with any choice [6] => Tends to God's glory and my country's weal. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What! is my Lord of Winchester install'd, [1] => And call'd unto a cardinal's degree? [2] => Then I perceive that will be verified [3] => Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy, [4] => 'If once he come to be a cardinal, [5] => He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.' ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lords ambassadors, your several suits [1] => Have been consider'd and debated on. [2] => And therefore are we certainly resolved [3] => To draw conditions of a friendly peace; [4] => Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean [5] => Shall be transported presently to France. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And for the proffer of my lord your master, [1] => I have inform'd his highness so at large [2] => As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts, [3] => Her beauty and the value of her dower, [4] => He doth intend she shall be England's queen. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => In argument and proof of which contract, [1] => Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection. [2] => And so, my lord protector, see them guarded [3] => And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd [4] => Commit them to the fortune of the sea. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive [1] => The sum of money which I promised [2] => Should be deliver'd to his holiness [3] => For clothing me in these grave ornaments. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Legate [LINE] => I will attend upon your lordship's leisure. ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [1] => Or be inferior to the proudest peer. [2] => Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive [3] => That, neither in birth or for authority, [4] => The bishop will be overborne by thee: [5] => I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee, [6] => Or sack this country with a mutiny. ) ) ) ) [1] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces [1] => Enter Scout [2] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits: [1] => 'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt [2] => And turn again unto the warlike French. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France, [1] => And keep not back your powers in dalliance. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us; [1] => Else, ruin combat with their palaces! ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Scout [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Success unto our valiant general, [1] => And happiness to his accomplices! ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak. ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Scout [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The English army, that divided was [1] => Into two parties, is now conjoined in one, [2] => And means to give you battle presently. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is; [1] => But we will presently provide for them. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => BURGUNDY [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there: [1] => Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Of all base passions, fear is most accursed. [1] => Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine, [2] => Let Henry fret and all the world repine. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate! ) ) ) [2] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE III. Before Angiers. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE [1] => Exit [2] => Excursions. Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand to hand with YORK JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly [3] => Exit Act [4] => Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand [5] => Exit from the walls [6] => Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below [7] => Going [8] => Kisses her [9] => Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET [10] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly. [1] => Now help, ye charming spells and periapts; [2] => And ye choice spirits that admonish me [3] => And give me signs of future accidents. [4] => You speedy helpers, that are substitutes [5] => Under the lordly monarch of the north, [6] => Appear and aid me in this enterprise. [7] => This speedy and quick appearance argues proof [8] => Of your accustom'd diligence to me. [9] => Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd [10] => Out of the powerful regions under earth, [11] => Help me this once, that France may get the field. [12] => O, hold me not with silence over-long! [13] => Where I was wont to feed you with my blood, [14] => I'll lop a member off and give it you [15] => In earnest of further benefit, [16] => So you do condescend to help me now. [17] => No hope to have redress? My body shall [18] => Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit. [19] => Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice [20] => Entreat you to your wonted furtherance? [21] => Then take my soul, my body, soul and all, [22] => Before that England give the French the foil. [23] => See, they forsake me! Now the time is come [24] => That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest [25] => And let her head fall into England's lap. [26] => My ancient incantations are too weak, [27] => And hell too strong for me to buckle with: [28] => Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust. ) [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Thunder [1] => Enter Fiends [2] => They walk, and speak not [3] => They hang their heads [4] => They shake their heads [5] => They depart ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Damsel of France, I think I have you fast: [1] => Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms [2] => And try if they can gain your liberty. [3] => A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace! [4] => See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows, [5] => As if with Circe she would change my shape! ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be. ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man; [1] => No shape but his can please your dainty eye. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee! [1] => And may ye both be suddenly surprised [2] => By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds! ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue! ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile. ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake. ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner. [1] => O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly! [2] => For I will touch thee but with reverent hands; [3] => I kiss these fingers for eternal peace, [4] => And lay them gently on thy tender side. [5] => Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee. ) [STAGEDIR] => Gazes on her ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Margaret my name, and daughter to a king, [1] => The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd. [1] => Be not offended, nature's miracle, [2] => Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me: [3] => So doth the swan her downy cygnets save, [4] => Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings. [5] => Yet, if this servile usage once offend. [6] => Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend. [7] => O, stay! I have no power to let her pass; [8] => My hand would free her, but my heart says no [9] => As plays the sun upon the glassy streams, [10] => Twinkling another counterfeited beam, [11] => So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes. [12] => Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak: [13] => I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind. [14] => Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself; [15] => Hast not a tongue? is she not here? [16] => Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight? [17] => Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such, [18] => Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough. ) [STAGEDIR] => She is going ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so-- [1] => What ransom must I pay before I pass? [2] => For I perceive I am thy prisoner. ) ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit, [1] => Before thou make a trial of her love? ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay? ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd; [1] => She is a woman, therefore to be won. ) ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no. ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife; [1] => Then how can Margaret be thy paramour? ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => I were best to leave him, for he will not hear. ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card. ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => He talks at random; sure, the man is mad. ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => And yet a dispensation may be had. ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => And yet I would that you would answer me. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom? [1] => Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing! ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => He talks of wood: it is some carpenter. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yet so my fancy may be satisfied, [1] => And peace established between these realms [2] => But there remains a scruple in that too; [3] => For though her father be the King of Naples, [4] => Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor, [5] => And our nobility will scorn the match. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure? ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much. [1] => Henry is youthful and will quickly yield. [2] => Madam, I have a secret to reveal. ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight, [1] => And will not any way dishonour me. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say. ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French; [1] => And then I need not crave his courtesy. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause-- ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Tush, women have been captivate ere now. ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Lady, wherefore talk you so? ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo. ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose [1] => Your bondage happy, to be made a queen? ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To be a queen in bondage is more vile [1] => Than is a slave in base servility; [2] => For princes should be free. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so shall you, [1] => If happy England's royal king be free. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Why, what concerns his freedom unto me? ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen, [1] => To put a golden sceptre in thy hand [2] => And set a precious crown upon thy head, [3] => If thou wilt condescend to be my-- ) ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => What? ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => His love. ) [41] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => I am unworthy to be Henry's wife. ) [42] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => No, gentle madam; I unworthy am [1] => To woo so fair a dame to be his wife, [2] => And have no portion in the choice myself. [3] => How say you, madam, are ye so content? ) ) [43] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => An if my father please, I am content. ) [44] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then call our captains and our colours forth. [1] => And, madam, at your father's castle walls [2] => We'll crave a parley, to confer with him. [3] => See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner! ) [STAGEDIR] => A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the walls ) [45] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => To whom? ) [46] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => To me. ) [47] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Suffolk, what remedy? [1] => I am a soldier, and unapt to weep, [2] => Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness. ) ) [48] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord: [1] => Consent, and for thy honour give consent, [2] => Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king; [3] => Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto; [4] => And this her easy-held imprisonment [5] => Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty. ) ) [49] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Speaks Suffolk as he thinks? ) [50] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fair Margaret knows [1] => That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign. ) ) [51] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Upon thy princely warrant, I descend [1] => To give thee answer of thy just demand. ) ) [52] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => And here I will expect thy coming. ) [53] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Welcome, brave earl, into our territories: [1] => Command in Anjou what your honour pleases. ) ) [54] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child, [1] => Fit to be made companion with a king: [2] => What answer makes your grace unto my suit? ) ) [55] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth [1] => To be the princely bride of such a lord; [2] => Upon condition I may quietly [3] => Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou, [4] => Free from oppression or the stroke of war, [5] => My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please. ) ) [56] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That is her ransom; I deliver her; [1] => And those two counties I will undertake [2] => Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy. ) ) [57] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And I again, in Henry's royal name, [1] => As deputy unto that gracious king, [2] => Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith. ) ) [58] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks, [1] => Because this is in traffic of a king. [2] => And yet, methinks, I could be well content [3] => To be mine own attorney in this case. [4] => I'll over then to England with this news, [5] => And make this marriage to be solemnized. [6] => So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe [7] => In golden palaces, as it becomes. ) [STAGEDIR] => Aside ) [59] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => I do embrace thee, as I would embrace [1] => The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here. ) ) [60] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers [1] => Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret. ) ) [61] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret; [1] => No princely commendations to my king? ) ) [62] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Such commendations as becomes a maid, [1] => A virgin and his servant, say to him. ) ) [63] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Words sweetly placed and modestly directed. [1] => But madam, I must trouble you again; [2] => No loving token to his majesty? ) ) [64] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart, [1] => Never yet taint with love, I send the king. ) ) [65] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => And this withal. ) [66] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => MARGARET [LINE] => Array ( [0] => That for thyself: I will not so presume [1] => To send such peevish tokens to a king. ) ) [67] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay; [1] => Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth; [2] => There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk. [3] => Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise: [4] => Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount, [5] => And natural graces that extinguish art; [6] => Repeat their semblance often on the seas, [7] => That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet, [8] => Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder. ) ) ) ) [3] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others [1] => Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd [2] => Exit [3] => Exit, guarded [4] => Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended [5] => Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS, REIGNIER, and others [6] => Exit Act ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn. ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Shepherd [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright! [1] => Have I sought every country far and near, [2] => And, now it is my chance to find thee out, [3] => Must I behold thy timeless cruel death? [4] => Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee! ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch! [1] => I am descended of a gentler blood: [2] => Thou art no father nor no friend of mine. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Shepherd [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so; [1] => I did beget her, all the parish knows: [2] => Her mother liveth yet, can testify [3] => She was the first fruit of my bachelorship. ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage? ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => This argues what her kind of life hath been, [1] => Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Shepherd [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle! [1] => God knows thou art a collop of my flesh; [2] => And for thy sake have I shed many a tear: [3] => Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man, [1] => Of purpose to obscure my noble birth. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => Shepherd [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest [1] => The morn that I was wedded to her mother. [2] => Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl. [3] => Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time [4] => Of thy nativity! I would the milk [5] => Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast, [6] => Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake! [7] => Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, [8] => I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee! [9] => Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab? [10] => O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Take her away; for she hath lived too long, [1] => To fill the world with vicious qualities. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd: [1] => Not me begotten of a shepherd swain, [2] => But issued from the progeny of kings; [3] => Virtuous and holy; chosen from above, [4] => By inspiration of celestial grace, [5] => To work exceeding miracles on earth. [6] => I never had to do with wicked spirits: [7] => But you, that are polluted with your lusts, [8] => Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents, [9] => Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices, [10] => Because you want the grace that others have, [11] => You judge it straight a thing impossible [12] => To compass wonders but by help of devils. [13] => No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been [14] => A virgin from her tender infancy, [15] => Chaste and immaculate in very thought; [16] => Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused, [17] => Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Ay, ay: away with her to execution! ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid, [1] => Spare for no faggots, let there be enow: [2] => Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake, [3] => That so her torture may be shortened. ) ) [13] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts? [1] => Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity, [2] => That warranteth by law to be thy privilege. [3] => I am with child, ye bloody homicides: [4] => Murder not then the fruit within my womb, [5] => Although ye hale me to a violent death. ) ) [14] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child! ) [15] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought: [1] => Is all your strict preciseness come to this? ) ) [16] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => She and the Dauphin have been juggling: [1] => I did imagine what would be her refuge. ) ) [17] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live; [1] => Especially since Charles must father it. ) ) [18] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => You are deceived; my child is none of his: [1] => It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love. ) ) [19] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Alencon! that notorious Machiavel! [1] => It dies, an if it had a thousand lives. ) ) [20] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => O, give me leave, I have deluded you: [1] => 'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named, [2] => But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd. ) ) [21] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => A married man! that's most intolerable. ) [22] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well, [1] => There were so many, whom she may accuse. ) ) [23] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => It's sign she hath been liberal and free. ) [24] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure. [1] => Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee: [2] => Use no entreaty, for it is in vain. ) ) [25] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => JOAN LA PUCELLE [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse: [1] => May never glorious sun reflex his beams [2] => Upon the country where you make abode; [3] => But darkness and the gloomy shade of death [4] => Environ you, till mischief and despair [5] => Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves! ) ) [26] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes, [1] => Thou foul accursed minister of hell! ) ) [27] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Lord regent, I do greet your excellence [1] => With letters of commission from the king. [2] => For know, my lords, the states of Christendom, [3] => Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils, [4] => Have earnestly implored a general peace [5] => Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French; [6] => And here at hand the Dauphin and his train [7] => Approacheth, to confer about some matter. ) ) [28] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Is all our travail turn'd to this effect? [1] => After the slaughter of so many peers, [2] => So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers, [3] => That in this quarrel have been overthrown [4] => And sold their bodies for their country's benefit, [5] => Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace? [6] => Have we not lost most part of all the towns, [7] => By treason, falsehood and by treachery, [8] => Our great progenitors had conquered? [9] => O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief [10] => The utter loss of all the realm of France. ) ) [29] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace, [1] => It shall be with such strict and severe covenants [2] => As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby. ) ) [30] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed [1] => That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France, [2] => We come to be informed by yourselves [3] => What the conditions of that league must be. ) ) [31] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes [1] => The hollow passage of my poison'd voice, [2] => By sight of these our baleful enemies. ) ) [32] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus: [1] => That, in regard King Henry gives consent, [2] => Of mere compassion and of lenity, [3] => To ease your country of distressful war, [4] => And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace, [5] => You shall become true liegemen to his crown: [6] => And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear [7] => To pay him tribute, submit thyself, [8] => Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him, [9] => And still enjoy thy regal dignity. ) ) [33] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Must he be then as shadow of himself? [1] => Adorn his temples with a coronet, [2] => And yet, in substance and authority, [3] => Retain but privilege of a private man? [4] => This proffer is absurd and reasonless. ) ) [34] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => 'Tis known already that I am possess'd [1] => With more than half the Gallian territories, [2] => And therein reverenced for their lawful king: [3] => Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd, [4] => Detract so much from that prerogative, [5] => As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole? [6] => No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep [7] => That which I have than, coveting for more, [8] => Be cast from possibility of all. ) ) [35] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means [1] => Used intercession to obtain a league, [2] => And, now the matter grows to compromise, [3] => Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison? [4] => Either accept the title thou usurp'st, [5] => Of benefit proceeding from our king [6] => And not of any challenge of desert, [7] => Or we will plague thee with incessant wars. ) ) [36] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => REIGNIER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => My lord, you do not well in obstinacy [1] => To cavil in the course of this contract: [2] => If once it be neglected, ten to one [3] => We shall not find like opportunity. ) ) [37] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => ALENCON [LINE] => Array ( [0] => To say the truth, it is your policy [1] => To save your subjects from such massacre [2] => And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen [3] => By our proceeding in hostility; [4] => And therefore take this compact of a truce, [5] => Although you break it when your pleasure serves. ) ) [38] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => WARWICK [LINE] => How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand? ) [39] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => CHARLES [LINE] => Array ( [0] => It shall; [1] => Only reserved, you claim no interest [2] => In any of our towns of garrison. ) ) [40] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => YORK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Then swear allegiance to his majesty, [1] => As thou art knight, never to disobey [2] => Nor be rebellious to the crown of England, [3] => Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England. [4] => So, now dismiss your army when ye please: [5] => Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still, [6] => For here we entertain a solemn peace. ) ) ) ) [4] => Array ( [TITLE] => SCENE V. London. The palace. [STAGEDIR] => Array ( [0] => Enter SUFFOLK in conference with KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER and EXETER [1] => Exit [2] => Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EXETER [3] => Exit ) [SPEECH] => Array ( [0] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Your wondrous rare description, noble earl, [1] => Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me: [2] => Her virtues graced with external gifts [3] => Do breed love's settled passions in my heart: [4] => And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts [5] => Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide, [6] => So am I driven by breath of her renown [7] => Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive [8] => Where I may have fruition of her love. ) ) [1] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale [1] => Is but a preface of her worthy praise; [2] => The chief perfections of that lovely dame [3] => Had I sufficient skill to utter them, [4] => Would make a volume of enticing lines, [5] => Able to ravish any dull conceit: [6] => And, which is more, she is not so divine, [7] => So full-replete with choice of all delights, [8] => But with as humble lowliness of mind [9] => She is content to be at your command; [10] => Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents, [11] => To love and honour Henry as her lord. ) ) [2] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume. [1] => Therefore, my lord protector, give consent [2] => That Margaret may be England's royal queen. ) ) [3] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => So should I give consent to flatter sin. [1] => You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd [2] => Unto another lady of esteem: [3] => How shall we then dispense with that contract, [4] => And not deface your honour with reproach? ) ) [4] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths; [1] => Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd [2] => To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists [3] => By reason of his adversary's odds: [4] => A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds, [5] => And therefore may be broke without offence. ) ) [5] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that? [1] => Her father is no better than an earl, [2] => Although in glorious titles he excel. ) ) [6] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Yes, lord, her father is a king, [1] => The King of Naples and Jerusalem; [2] => And of such great authority in France [3] => As his alliance will confirm our peace [4] => And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance. ) ) [7] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => And so the Earl of Armagnac may do, [1] => Because he is near kinsman unto Charles. ) ) [8] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => EXETER [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower, [1] => Where Reignier sooner will receive than give. ) ) [9] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king, [1] => That he should be so abject, base and poor, [2] => To choose for wealth and not for perfect love. [3] => Henry is able to enrich his queen [4] => And not seek a queen to make him rich: [5] => So worthless peasants bargain for their wives, [6] => As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse. [7] => Marriage is a matter of more worth [8] => Than to be dealt in by attorneyship; [9] => Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects, [10] => Must be companion of his nuptial bed: [11] => And therefore, lords, since he affects her most, [12] => It most of all these reasons bindeth us, [13] => In our opinions she should be preferr'd. [14] => For what is wedlock forced but a hell, [15] => An age of discord and continual strife? [16] => Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss, [17] => And is a pattern of celestial peace. [18] => Whom should we match with Henry, being a king, [19] => But Margaret, that is daughter to a king? [20] => Her peerless feature, joined with her birth, [21] => Approves her fit for none but for a king: [22] => Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit, [23] => More than in women commonly is seen, [24] => Will answer our hope in issue of a king; [25] => For Henry, son unto a conqueror, [26] => Is likely to beget more conquerors, [27] => If with a lady of so high resolve [28] => As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love. [29] => Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me [30] => That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she. ) ) [10] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => KING HENRY VI [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Whether it be through force of your report, [1] => My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that [2] => My tender youth was never yet attaint [3] => With any passion of inflaming love, [4] => I cannot tell; but this I am assured, [5] => I feel such sharp dissension in my breast, [6] => Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear, [7] => As I am sick with working of my thoughts. [8] => Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France; [9] => Agree to any covenants, and procure [10] => That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come [11] => To cross the seas to England and be crown'd [12] => King Henry's faithful and anointed queen: [13] => For your expenses and sufficient charge, [14] => Among the people gather up a tenth. [15] => Be gone, I say; for, till you do return, [16] => I rest perplexed with a thousand cares. [17] => And you, good uncle, banish all offence: [18] => If you do censure me by what you were, [19] => Not what you are, I know it will excuse [20] => This sudden execution of my will. [21] => And so, conduct me where, from company, [22] => I may revolve and ruminate my grief. ) ) [11] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => GLOUCESTER [LINE] => Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last. ) [12] => Array ( [SPEAKER] => SUFFOLK [LINE] => Array ( [0] => Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus he goes, [1] => As did the youthful Paris once to Greece, [2] => With hope to find the like event in love, [3] => But prosper better than the Trojan did. [4] => Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king; [5] => But I will rule both her, the king and realm. ) ) ) ) ) ) ) )