Henry VI, Part 1


William Shakespeare

Henry VI, Part 1 is a historical play that follows the events surrounding the reign of King Henry VI of England. The play begins with the death of King Henry V, and the ascension of his young son, Henry VI, to the throne. The young king is inexperienced and is easily manipulated by the powerful men around him.

The play focuses on the ongoing conflict between England and France during the Hundred Years' War. The French, led by Joan of Arc, are gaining ground and winning battles against the English. Meanwhile, in England, there is political unrest as factions within the court vie for power and influence over the king.

The play also features the character of Richard Plantagenet, a nobleman who is dissatisfied with the current state of affairs in England. He believes he has a claim to the throne and begins to plot against the king. Eventually, a civil war breaks out between the supporters of the king and those of Richard Plantagenet.

The play ends with the English losing the battle of Orleans to the French, and the death of Joan of Arc. The young king is left to face the consequences of his poor leadership and the growing instability in his kingdom.

Act I

Act 1 of Henry VI, Part 1 begins with the funeral of King Henry V. His son, also named Henry, is now the king of England but he is only a baby. The Duke of Gloucester, the late king's brother, is named Protector of the Realm until the young king comes of age.

Meanwhile, the French are preparing for war with England. The Duke of Orleans writes a love letter to Margaret of Anjou, a French princess who is betrothed to Henry VI. The letter is intercepted by the Earl of Suffolk who sees it as an opportunity to manipulate the French and potentially gain power in England.

Joan la Pucelle, a young woman who claims to have divine powers, is introduced. She convinces the Dauphin of France to let her lead his army against the English. The French and English armies meet at Rouen and a battle ensues. The English are victorious, but the French are not deterred.

Back in England, the Duke of Gloucester is having trouble keeping the peace. The Duke of Somerset and the Earl of Suffolk are vying for power and the people are unhappy with the high taxes. The situation is made worse when news arrives that the English have lost the city of Orleans to the French.

The act ends with the French celebrating their victory and planning their next move, while the English are left to deal with their internal struggles and the looming threat of a French invasion.

SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.

Scene 1 of Act 1 of Henry VI, Part 1 begins with a conversation between two noblemen, the Duke of Bedford and the Earl of Gloucester. They discuss the recent death of the king and the challenges that lie ahead in maintaining peace in England. The Duke of Bedford expresses concern about the French, who are likely to take advantage of England's weakened state, while the Earl of Gloucester suggests that they should focus on quelling the rebellious factions within their own country.

As they are speaking, a third nobleman, the Bishop of Winchester, joins them. He is an ally of the Duke of Gloucester and quickly becomes embroiled in an argument with the Duke of Bedford over who should be appointed as the new Lord Protector. The Bishop of Winchester argues that he should be given the position, while the Duke of Bedford insists that it should go to the Duke of Gloucester.

The argument becomes heated and the Bishop of Winchester accuses the Duke of Gloucester of being a traitor. The Duke of Gloucester responds by challenging him to a duel, but the Duke of Bedford intervenes and prevents any violence from occurring. The scene ends with the three nobles still arguing and no clear resolution in sight.

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

Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
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Comets, importing change of times and states,
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Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
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And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
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That have consented unto Henry's death!
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King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
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England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
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England ne'er had a king until his time.
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Virtue he had, deserving to command:
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His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams:
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His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
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His sparking eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
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More dazzled and drove back his enemies
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Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
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What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
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He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.
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We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
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Henry is dead and never shall revive:
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Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
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And death's dishonourable victory
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We with our stately presence glorify,
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Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
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What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
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That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
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Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
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Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him
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By magic verses have contrived his end?
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He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
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Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
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So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
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The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
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The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
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The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
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His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
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None do you like but an effeminate prince,
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Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
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Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
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And lookest to command the prince and realm.
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Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
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More than God or religious churchmen may.
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Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
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And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
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Except it be to pray against thy foes.
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Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:
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Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
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Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:
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Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.
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Posterity, await for wretched years,
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When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
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Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,
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And none but women left to wail the dead.
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Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:
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Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,
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Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
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A far more glorious star thy soul will make
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Than Julius Caesar or bright--
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Enter a Messenger

My honourable lords, health to you all!
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Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
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Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:
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Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,
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Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
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What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
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Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns
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Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.
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Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
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If Henry were recall'd to life again,
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These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
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How were they lost? what treachery was used?
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No treachery; but want of men and money.
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Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
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That here you maintain several factions,
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And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,
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You are disputing of your generals:
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One would have lingering wars with little cost;
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Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
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A third thinks, without expense at all,
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By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
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Awake, awake, English nobility!
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Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:
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Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;
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Of England's coat one half is cut away.
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Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
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These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
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Me they concern; Regent I am of France.
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Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.
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Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
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Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
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To weep their intermissive miseries.
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Enter to them another Messenger

Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.
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France is revolted from the English quite,
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Except some petty towns of no import:
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The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;
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The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
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Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
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The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.
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The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!
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O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
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We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
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Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
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Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?
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An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
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Wherewith already France is overrun.
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Enter another Messenger

My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
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Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
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I must inform you of a dismal fight
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Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
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What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
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O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
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The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
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The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
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Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
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Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
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By three and twenty thousand of the French
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Was round encompassed and set upon.
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No leisure had he to enrank his men;
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He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
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Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
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They pitched in the ground confusedly,
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To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
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More than three hours the fight continued;
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Where valiant Talbot above human thought
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Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
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Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
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Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
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The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
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All the whole army stood agazed on him:
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His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
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A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
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And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
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Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
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If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
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He, being in the vaward, placed behind
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With purpose to relieve and follow them,
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Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
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Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
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Enclosed were they with their enemies:
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A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
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Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
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Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
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Durst not presume to look once in the face.
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Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
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For living idly here in pomp and ease,
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Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
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Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.
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O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,
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And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:
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Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
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His ransom there is none but I shall pay:
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I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:
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His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
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Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
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Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
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Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
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To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
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Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
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Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
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So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
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The English army is grown weak and faint:
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The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
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And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
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Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
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Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,
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Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,
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Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.
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I do remember it; and here take my leave,
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To go about my preparation.
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I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
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To view the artillery and munition;
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And then I will proclaim young Henry king.
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To Eltham will I, where the young king is,
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Being ordain'd his special governor,
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And for his safety there I'll best devise.
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Each hath his place and function to attend:
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I am left out; for me nothing remains.
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But long I will not be Jack out of office:
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The king from Eltham I intend to steal
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And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.
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SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.

Scene 2 of Act 1 begins with the entrance of King Henry V’s funeral procession. His widow, Queen Catherine, follows the casket, accompanied by her attendants. The Duke of Gloucester, the Protector of England, and the Bishop of Winchester exchange insults regarding the possession of the late king’s papers. The Duke of Bedford, the late king’s brother, intervenes and orders them to stop arguing and follow the casket to the burial site.

The scene then shifts to France, where Joan la Pucelle, a young woman claiming to be a messenger from God, successfully convinces the French army to fight against the English. The Duke of Orleans and the Countess of Auvergne are skeptical of her claims, but she manages to prove her powers by revealing their true identities and secrets. The French are impressed and decide to follow her lead.

Meanwhile, in England, the Duke of Gloucester accuses the Bishop of Winchester of treason for conspiring with the French and withholding the late king’s papers. The Duke of Exeter tries to reconcile the two, but they continue to argue. The scene ends with the Duke of Gloucester being arrested for his accusations against the bishop.

Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers

Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
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So in the earth, to this day is not known:
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Late did he shine upon the English side;
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Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
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What towns of any moment but we have?
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At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
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Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
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Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
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They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
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Either they must be dieted like mules
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And have their provender tied to their mouths
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Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
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Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
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Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
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Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;
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And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
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Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
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Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
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Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
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Him I forgive my death that killeth me
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When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
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Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER

Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
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Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
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But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
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Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
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He fighteth as one weary of his life.
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The other lords, like lions wanting food,
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Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
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Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
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England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
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During the time Edward the Third did reign.
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More truly now may this be verified;
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For none but Samsons and Goliases
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It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
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Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose
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They had such courage and audacity?
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Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
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And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
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Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
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The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
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I think, by some odd gimmors or device
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Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;
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Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
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By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
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Be it so.
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Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.
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Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
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Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:
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Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
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Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:
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A holy maid hither with me I bring,
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Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
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Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
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And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
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The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
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Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
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What's past and what's to come she can descry.
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Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
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For they are certain and unfallible.
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Go, call her in.
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But first, to try her skill,
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Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
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Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
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By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
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Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?
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Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
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Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;
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I know thee well, though never seen before.
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Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:
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In private will I talk with thee apart.
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Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
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She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
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Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,
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My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
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Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
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To shine on my contemptible estate:
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Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
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And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
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God's mother deigned to appear to me
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And in a vision full of majesty
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Will'd me to leave my base vocation
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And free my country from calamity:
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Her aid she promised and assured success:
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In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
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And, whereas I was black and swart before,
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With those clear rays which she infused on me
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That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
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Ask me what question thou canst possible,
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And I will answer unpremeditated:
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My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
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And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
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Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
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If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
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Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
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Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
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In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
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And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
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Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
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I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,
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Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
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The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's
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Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
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Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
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And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.
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Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes

Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
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And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
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Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.
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Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
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Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
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My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
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Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
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Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
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'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
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I must not yield to any rites of love,
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For my profession's sacred from above:
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When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
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Then will I think upon a recompense.
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Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
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My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
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Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
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Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
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Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
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He may mean more than we poor men do know:
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These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
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My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
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Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
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Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
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Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
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What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
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Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
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This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
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Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
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Since I have entered into these wars.
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Glory is like a circle in the water,
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Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
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Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
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With Henry's death the English circle ends;
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Dispersed are the glories it included.
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Now am I like that proud insulting ship
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Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
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Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
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Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
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Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
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Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
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Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
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How may I reverently worship thee enough?
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Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
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Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
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Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
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Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
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No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
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SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.

Scene 3 of Act 1 begins with the Duke of Bedford, who serves as the Regent of France, discussing the ongoing war with the Earl of Warwick and the Earl of Salisbury. They discuss the recent losses that the English army has suffered at the hands of the French, and how they must come up with a strategy to turn the tide of the war. After some discussion, they decide that they will split up their forces and attempt to take control of different regions of France.

As they continue to talk, Joan la Pucelle, a young French woman who claims to have received visions from God, enters the scene. She mocks the English leaders and prophesies that the French army will soon emerge victorious. Bedford and his companions are skeptical of her claims, but Joan insists that she is telling the truth.

Eventually, the men decide that they must take action against Joan, and they leave to prepare for battle. Joan remains on stage and delivers a soliloquy in which she expresses her determination to fight for her country and defeat the English. She declares that she is not afraid of death, and that she will continue to receive guidance from God as she leads the French army in battle.

The scene ends with Joan departing to join the French army, and the English leaders preparing for battle. It is clear that tensions are high and that both sides are determined to emerge victorious in the ongoing conflict.

Enter GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats

I am come to survey the Tower this day:
Link: 1.3.1
Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.
Link: 1.3.2
Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
Link: 1.3.3
Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.
Link: 1.3.4

First Warder
(Within) Who's there that knocks so imperiously?
Link: 1.3.5

First Serving-Man
It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.
Link: 1.3.6

Second Warder
(Within) Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
Link: 1.3.7

First Serving-Man
Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
Link: 1.3.8

First Warder
(Within) The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
Link: 1.3.9
We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
Link: 1.3.10

Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
Link: 1.3.11
There's none protector of the realm but I.
Link: 1.3.12
Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize.
Link: 1.3.13
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
Link: 1.3.14

Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and WOODVILE the Lieutenant speaks within

What noise is this? what traitors have we here?
Link: 1.3.15

Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
Link: 1.3.16
Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.
Link: 1.3.17

Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
Link: 1.3.18
The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:
Link: 1.3.19
From him I have express commandment
Link: 1.3.20
That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
Link: 1.3.21

Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?
Link: 1.3.22
Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
Link: 1.3.23
Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
Link: 1.3.24
Thou art no friend to God or to the king:
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Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
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Open the gates unto the lord protector,
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Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
Link: 1.3.28

Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats

How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
Link: 1.3.29

Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
Link: 1.3.30

I do, thou most usurping proditor,
Link: 1.3.31
And not protector, of the king or realm.
Link: 1.3.32

Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
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Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
Link: 1.3.34
Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:
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I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
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If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
Link: 1.3.37

Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
Link: 1.3.38
This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
Link: 1.3.39
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
Link: 1.3.40

I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Link: 1.3.41
Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth
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I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
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Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
Link: 1.3.44

What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
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Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
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Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
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I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
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Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
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In spite of pope or dignities of church,
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Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
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Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
Link: 1.3.52

Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
Link: 1.3.53
Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
Link: 1.3.54
Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
Link: 1.3.55
Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
Link: 1.3.56

Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly- burly the Mayor of London and his Officers

Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
Link: 1.3.57
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
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Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
Link: 1.3.59
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
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Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
Link: 1.3.61

Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
Link: 1.3.62
One that still motions war and never peace,
Link: 1.3.63
O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
Link: 1.3.64
That seeks to overthrow religion,
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Because he is protector of the realm,
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And would have armour here out of the Tower,
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To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
Link: 1.3.68

I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
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Here they skirmish again

Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
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But to make open proclamation:
Link: 1.3.71
Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
Link: 1.3.72

All manner of men assembled here in arms this day
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against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
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command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
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your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
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handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
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henceforward, upon pain of death.
Link: 1.3.79

Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
Link: 1.3.80
But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
Link: 1.3.81

Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
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Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
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I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.
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This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.
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Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
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Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
Link: 1.3.87
For I intend to have it ere long.
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Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF WINCHESTER with their Serving-men

See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
Link: 1.3.89
Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
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I myself fight not once in forty year.
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SCENE IV. Orleans.

Scene 4 of Act 1 follows the Duke of Gloucester as he confronts the Bishop of Winchester over his misuse of power and corruption. Gloucester accuses Winchester of manipulating the young King Henry VI and causing division within the kingdom.

Winchester denies the accusations and accuses Gloucester of being jealous of his power and influence over the king. Their argument escalates into a physical altercation, but they are quickly separated by other members of the court.

The scene ends with the arrival of the Duke of York, who suggests that the only way to restore order is for the nobles to unite and work together for the good of the kingdom.

Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy

Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,
Link: 1.4.1
And how the English have the suburbs won.
Link: 1.4.2

Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
Link: 1.4.3
Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.
Link: 1.4.4

But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
Link: 1.4.5
Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
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Something I must do to procure me grace.
Link: 1.4.7
The prince's espials have informed me
Link: 1.4.8
How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
Link: 1.4.9
Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
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In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,
Link: 1.4.11
And thence discover how with most advantage
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They may vex us with shot, or with assault.
Link: 1.4.13
To intercept this inconvenience,
Link: 1.4.14
A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;
Link: 1.4.15
And even these three days have I watch'd,
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If I could see them.
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Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.
Link: 1.4.18
If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
Link: 1.4.19
And thou shalt find me at the governor's.
Link: 1.4.20


Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
Link: 1.4.21
I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
Link: 1.4.22


Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT, GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others

Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
Link: 1.4.23
How wert thou handled being prisoner?
Link: 1.4.24
Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
Link: 1.4.25
Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
Link: 1.4.26

The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
Link: 1.4.27
Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
Link: 1.4.28
For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
Link: 1.4.29
But with a baser man of arms by far
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Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
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Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
Link: 1.4.32
Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
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In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
Link: 1.4.34
But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
Link: 1.4.35
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
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If I now had him brought into my power.
Link: 1.4.37

Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.
Link: 1.4.38

With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
Link: 1.4.39
In open market-place produced they me,
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To be a public spectacle to all:
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Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
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The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
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Then broke I from the officers that led me,
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And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
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To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
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My grisly countenance made others fly;
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None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
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In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
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So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
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That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,
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And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
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Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
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That walked about me every minute-while;
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And if I did but stir out of my bed,
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Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
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Enter the Boy with a linstock

I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
Link: 1.4.57
But we will be revenged sufficiently
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Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
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Here, through this grate, I count each one
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and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
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Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
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Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
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Let me have your express opinions
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Where is best place to make our battery next.
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I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.
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And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
Link: 1.4.67

For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
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Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
Link: 1.4.69

Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall

O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
Link: 1.4.70

O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!
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What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
Link: 1.4.72
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
Link: 1.4.73
How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
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One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
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Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
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That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
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In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
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Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
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Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
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His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
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Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
Link: 1.4.82
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
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The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
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Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
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If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
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Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
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Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Link: 1.4.88
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Link: 1.4.89
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Link: 1.4.90
Thou shalt not die whiles--
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He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
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As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
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Remember to avenge me on the French.'
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Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
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Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
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Wretched shall France be only in my name.
Link: 1.4.97
What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
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Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
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Enter a Messenger

My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:
Link: 1.4.100
The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
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A holy prophetess new risen up,
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Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
Link: 1.4.103

Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans

Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
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It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
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Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
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Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
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Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
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And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
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Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
Link: 1.4.110
And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
Link: 1.4.111

Alarum. Exeunt

SCENE V. The same.

In Scene 5 of Act 1, a group of nobles gather in the palace to discuss the ongoing conflict between England and France. The Duke of Gloucester, the Lord Protector, is concerned about the recent loss of territories to the French and proposes a plan to send troops to retake them. However, the Bishop of Winchester opposes the plan, as he believes it will lead to unnecessary bloodshed and expense. The two men engage in a heated argument, with other nobles taking sides. Eventually, the Bishop of Winchester is outvoted and the decision is made to send troops to France.

Meanwhile, a young Frenchwoman named Joan la Pucelle arrives at the court of the Dauphin, the heir to the French throne. She claims to have visions from God and offers to lead the French army to victory against the English. The Dauphin is skeptical at first, but Joan convinces him of her sincerity and he agrees to give her a chance. As she leaves to prepare for battle, the English nobles receive news of her arrival and begin to fear the power of this mysterious woman.

The scene ends with the Duke of Bedford, who is in charge of the English forces in France, receiving word that the French have retaken the city of Orleans. He is disappointed but determined to continue the fight, as he believes that England's honor is at stake. The stage is set for a long and bloody conflict between the two nations, with characters on both sides grappling with questions of duty, honor, and faith.

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

Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
Link: 1.5.1
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:
Link: 1.5.2
A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
Link: 1.5.3
Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee;
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Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
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Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
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And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.
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Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.
Link: 1.5.8

Here they fight

Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
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My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
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And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.
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But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
Link: 1.5.12

They fight again

Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
Link: 1.5.13
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
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O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
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Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;
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Help Salisbury to make his testament:
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This day is ours, as many more shall be.
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My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
Link: 1.5.19
I know not where I am, nor what I do;
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A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
Link: 1.5.21
Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
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So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
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Are from their hives and houses driven away.
Link: 1.5.24
They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
Link: 1.5.25
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
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Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
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Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
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Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
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Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
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Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
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As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
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It will not be: retire into your trenches:
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You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
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For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
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Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
Link: 1.5.36
In spite of us or aught that we could do.
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O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
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The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
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Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat; flourish

SCENE VI. The same.

Scene 6 of Act 1 begins with King Henry VI sitting in his throne room, surrounded by his advisors and courtiers. He expresses his desire for peace and unity in the kingdom, but is interrupted by a dispute between Richard Plantagenet and the Duke of Somerset.

Plantagenet claims that he is the rightful heir to the throne, and accuses Somerset of being a traitor to the crown. Somerset denies the accusation and insults Plantagenet, prompting the two men to draw their swords and engage in a duel.

The fight is eventually broken up by the other courtiers, and King Henry orders both men to be arrested. As they are taken away, Henry laments the fact that his kingdom is divided and faces threats from both within and without.

The scene is significant in that it sets up the conflict between Plantagenet and Somerset, which will play a major role in the rest of the play and its sequels. It also establishes King Henry as a somewhat weak and indecisive ruler, who struggles to maintain order in a turbulent time.

Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers

Advance our waving colours on the walls;
Link: 1.6.1
Rescued is Orleans from the English
Link: 1.6.2
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
Link: 1.6.3

Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,
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How shall I honour thee for this success?
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Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
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That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
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France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
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Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
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More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
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Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town?
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Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
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And feast and banquet in the open streets,
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To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
Link: 1.6.14

All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
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When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
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'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
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For which I will divide my crown with her,
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And all the priests and friars in my realm
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Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
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A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
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Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
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In memory of her when she is dead,
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Her ashes, in an urn more precious
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Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,
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Transported shall be at high festivals
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Before the kings and queens of France.
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No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
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But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
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Come in, and let us banquet royally,
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After this golden day of victory.
Link: 1.6.31

Flourish. Exeunt

Act II

Act 2 of Henry VI, Part 1 begins with the Duke of Gloucester, Lord Protector of England, speaking to his wife about his concerns regarding the state of the kingdom. He fears that the French will take advantage of England's current political instability and invade. Meanwhile, the French are preparing for war, and Joan la Pucelle, a young French maiden, claims to have received a vision from God instructing her to fight for France.

In England, the Earl of Suffolk is sent to negotiate a peace treaty with the French. However, he has other motives and intends to broker a deal that will allow him to marry Margaret, a member of the French royal family, and gain power and influence. Suffolk meets with Margaret and they are immediately drawn to each other.

Back in France, Joan la Pucelle proves herself to be a formidable warrior, leading the French army to several victories against the English. She captures the Duke of Orleans, a prominent English nobleman, and taunts him with her prophetic abilities.

In England, the Duke of Gloucester is arrested on charges of treason, and his wife pleads with the King to spare his life. The Earl of Suffolk returns from France with Margaret as his bride, and they are welcomed into the English court. However, their relationship is met with disapproval from many, including the Duke of Gloucester's ally, the Duke of York.

The act ends with the French army advancing towards the English, led by Joan la Pucelle, who is confident in her ability to defeat the English forces.

SCENE I. Before Orleans.

Scene 1 of Act 2 opens with a conversation between two soldiers, one of whom is named Talbot. They discuss the recent French victory in the Battle of Rouen and the English losses. Talbot is confident that they will eventually triumph over the French, but the other soldier is less optimistic. They are interrupted by the arrival of a messenger who brings news that the Duke of Bedford has died and that the Duke of Gloucester will now be in charge of the English army in France.

Talbot is disappointed by this news, as he believes that Gloucester is not capable of leading the army to victory. He is also worried about the French gaining more ground in the ongoing conflict. The messenger informs them that the French have captured the town of Orléans, which is a major setback for the English. Talbot decides to go to the aid of the English soldiers who are currently defending the town.

The scene ends with Talbot expressing his determination to fight for England and defeat the French. He is confident that his leadership and military prowess will lead the English to victory, despite the recent setbacks they have experienced. The soldiers agree to follow him into battle, and they set off to Orléans to confront the French army.

Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels

Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:
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If any noise or soldier you perceive
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Near to the walls, by some apparent sign
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Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.
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First Sentinel
Sergeant, you shall.
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Thus are poor servitors,
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When others sleep upon their quiet beds,
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Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold.
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Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march

Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
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By whose approach the regions of Artois,
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Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,
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This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
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Having all day caroused and banqueted:
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Embrace we then this opportunity
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As fitting best to quittance their deceit
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Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.
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Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,
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Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
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To join with witches and the help of hell!
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Traitors have never other company.
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But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
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A maid, they say.
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A maid! and be so martial!
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Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,
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If underneath the standard of the French
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She carry armour as she hath begun.
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Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:
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God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
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Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
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Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.
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Not all together: better far, I guess,
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That we do make our entrance several ways;
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That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
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The other yet may rise against their force.
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Agreed: I'll to yond corner.
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And I to this.
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And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
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Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
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Of English Henry, shall this night appear
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How much in duty I am bound to both.
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Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!
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Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.'

The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready

How now, my lords! what, all unready so?
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Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well.
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'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
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Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.
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Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
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Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
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More venturous or desperate than this.
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I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
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If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.
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Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
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Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
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Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
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Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
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Make us partakers of a little gain,
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That now our loss might be ten times so much?
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Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend!
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At all times will you have my power alike?
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Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
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Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?
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Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
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This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
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Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
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That, being captain of the watch to-night,
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Did look no better to that weighty charge.
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Had all your quarters been as safely kept
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As that whereof I had the government,
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We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
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Mine was secure.
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And so was mine, my lord.
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And, for myself, most part of all this night,
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Within her quarter and mine own precinct
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I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
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About relieving of the sentinels:
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Then how or which way should they first break in?
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Question, my lords, no further of the case,
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How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place
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But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
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And now there rests no other shift but this;
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To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed,
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And lay new platforms to endamage them.
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Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their clothes behind

I'll be so bold to take what they have left.
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The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
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For I have loaden me with many spoils,
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Using no other weapon but his name.
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SCENE II. Orleans. Within the town.

In Scene 2 of Act 2 of Henry VI, Part 1, two noblemen, Gloucester and Winchester, argue over who should be named Lord Protector of England while the king is still a minor. Gloucester believes that the position should go to him, as he is the king's uncle and has proven himself to be a capable leader. Winchester, however, argues that he should be named Lord Protector as he is a bishop and therefore more experienced in matters of governance.

The two men trade insults and accusations, with Gloucester accusing Winchester of being corrupt and power-hungry, and Winchester accusing Gloucester of being reckless and unfit to rule. The argument eventually turns physical, with the two men drawing their swords and threatening each other.

At this point, the Duke of York enters the scene and attempts to mediate the dispute. He suggests that a council be formed to govern the country until the king comes of age, and that both Gloucester and Winchester be named as members of the council. Gloucester agrees to this proposal, but Winchester is still unhappy and refuses to back down.

The scene ends with the Duke of York warning both men that their behavior is unbecoming of their station and that they should put aside their personal grievances for the good of the country.

Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others

The day begins to break, and night is fled,
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Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.
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Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.
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Retreat sounded

Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,
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And here advance it in the market-place,
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The middle centre of this cursed town.
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Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;
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For every drop of blood was drawn from him,
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There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.
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And that hereafter ages may behold
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What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,
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Within their chiefest temple I'll erect
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A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:
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Upon the which, that every one may read,
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Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,
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The treacherous manner of his mournful death
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And what a terror he had been to France.
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But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,
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I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,
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His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,
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Nor any of his false confederates.
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'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,
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Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,
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They did amongst the troops of armed men
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Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.
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Myself, as far as I could well discern
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For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,
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Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,
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When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,
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Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves
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That could not live asunder day or night.
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After that things are set in order here,
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We'll follow them with all the power we have.
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Enter a Messenger

All hail, my lords! which of this princely train
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Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts
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So much applauded through the realm of France?
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Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?
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The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,
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With modesty admiring thy renown,
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By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe
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To visit her poor castle where she lies,
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That she may boast she hath beheld the man
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Whose glory fills the world with loud report.
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Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars
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Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,
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When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.
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You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.
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Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men
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Could not prevail with all their oratory,
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Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:
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And therefore tell her I return great thanks,
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And in submission will attend on her.
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Will not your honours bear me company?
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No, truly; it is more than manners will:
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And I have heard it said, unbidden guests
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Are often welcomest when they are gone.
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Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,
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I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.
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Come hither, captain.
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You perceive my mind?
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I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.
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SCENE III. Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.

In Scene 3 of Act 2, a battle is about to take place between the armies of England and France. The English army is led by the Duke of Bedford, while the French army is led by the Countess of Auvergne. The Countess has poisoned the Duke's wine, but she has also fallen in love with him and cannot bring herself to see him die.

As the battle begins, the Duke drinks the poisoned wine and begins to feel the effects. The Countess rushes to his aid and reveals that she has poisoned him, but then she also reveals her love for him. The Duke is initially angry and accuses her of treachery, but soon he realizes that he loves her as well.

Despite their feelings for each other, the Duke is still dying from the poison. The Countess begs for his forgiveness and offers to give him an antidote, but it is too late. The Duke dies in her arms, and the Countess is left to mourn his loss.

Meanwhile, the battle rages on around them. The French forces are initially winning, but the arrival of reinforcements for the English turns the tide. The French are defeated, and the English emerge victorious.

The scene is a powerful illustration of the themes of love and war that run throughout the play. It shows how even in the midst of conflict and violence, human emotions and relationships can still hold sway. Despite their differences and their roles as enemies, the Duke and the Countess are able to find a connection with each other that transcends the battlefield.

Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter

Porter, remember what I gave in charge;
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And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.
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Madam, I will.
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The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,
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I shall as famous be by this exploit
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As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.
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Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,
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And his achievements of no less account:
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Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,
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To give their censure of these rare reports.
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Enter Messenger and TALBOT

According as your ladyship desired,
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By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.
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And he is welcome. What! is this the man?
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Madam, it is.
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Is this the scourge of France?
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Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad
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That with his name the mothers still their babes?
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I see report is fabulous and false:
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I thought I should have seen some Hercules,
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A second Hector, for his grim aspect,
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And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.
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Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!
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It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp
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Should strike such terror to his enemies.
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Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;
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But since your ladyship is not at leisure,
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I'll sort some other time to visit you.
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What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.
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Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves
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To know the cause of your abrupt departure.
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Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,
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I go to certify her Talbot's here.
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Re-enter Porter with keys

If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.
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Prisoner! to whom?
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To me, blood-thirsty lord;
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And for that cause I trained thee to my house.
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Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,
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For in my gallery thy picture hangs:
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But now the substance shall endure the like,
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And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,
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That hast by tyranny these many years
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Wasted our country, slain our citizens
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And sent our sons and husbands captivate.
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Ha, ha, ha!
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Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.
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I laugh to see your ladyship so fond
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To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow
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Whereon to practise your severity.
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Why, art not thou the man?
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I am indeed.
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Then have I substance too.
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No, no, I am but shadow of myself:
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You are deceived, my substance is not here;
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For what you see is but the smallest part
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And least proportion of humanity:
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I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,
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It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,
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Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.
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This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;
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He will be here, and yet he is not here:
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How can these contrarieties agree?
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That will I show you presently.
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How say you, madam? are you now persuaded
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That Talbot is but shadow of himself?
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These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,
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With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,
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Razeth your cities and subverts your towns
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And in a moment makes them desolate.
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Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:
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I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited
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And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.
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Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;
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For I am sorry that with reverence
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I did not entertain thee as thou art.
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Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue
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The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake
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The outward composition of his body.
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What you have done hath not offended me;
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Nor other satisfaction do I crave,
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But only, with your patience, that we may
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Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;
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For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.
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With all my heart, and think me honoured
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To feast so great a warrior in my house.
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SCENE IV. London. The Temple-garden.

Scene 4 of Act 2 portrays a battle between the English and French armies near Orleans. The English forces, led by Talbot, are outnumbered and struggle to hold their ground. The French are confident and taunt the English soldiers, but Talbot remains determined to win the battle.

As the fighting intensifies, Talbot's son John is killed in battle. Talbot is devastated by the loss and vows to avenge his son's death. Despite his grief, Talbot rallies his troops and leads a successful charge against the French forces. The French are forced to retreat, and the English claim victory.

The scene is filled with intense action and emotional turmoil as the characters fight for their lives and their beliefs. The death of John Talbot serves as a tragic reminder of the cost of war, but it also inspires his father to fight even harder for his cause.

Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK; RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer

Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?
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Dare no man answer in a case of truth?
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Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;
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The garden here is more convenient.
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Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;
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Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?
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Faith, I have been a truant in the law,
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And never yet could frame my will to it;
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And therefore frame the law unto my will.
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Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.
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Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;
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Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;
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Between two blades, which bears the better temper:
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Between two horses, which doth bear him best;
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Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;
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I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;
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But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,
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Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.
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Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:
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The truth appears so naked on my side
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That any purblind eye may find it out.
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And on my side it is so well apparell'd,
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So clear, so shining and so evident
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That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.
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Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,
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In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:
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Let him that is a true-born gentleman
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And stands upon the honour of his birth,
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If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,
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From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.
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Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,
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But dare maintain the party of the truth,
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Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.
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I love no colours, and without all colour
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Of base insinuating flattery
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I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.
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I pluck this red rose with young Somerset
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And say withal I think he held the right.
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Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,
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Till you conclude that he upon whose side
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The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree
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Shall yield the other in the right opinion.
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Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:
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If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.
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Then for the truth and plainness of the case.
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I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,
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Giving my verdict on the white rose side.
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Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,
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Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red
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And fall on my side so, against your will.
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If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,
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Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt
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And keep me on the side where still I am.
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Well, well, come on: who else?
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Unless my study and my books be false,
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The argument you held was wrong in you:
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In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.
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Now, Somerset, where is your argument?
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Here in my scabbard, meditating that
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Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.
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Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;
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For pale they look with fear, as witnessing
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The truth on our side.
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No, Plantagenet,
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'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks
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Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,
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And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.
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Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?
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Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?
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Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;
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Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.
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Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,
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That shall maintain what I have said is true,
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Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.
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Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
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I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
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Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.
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Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
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I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.
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Away, away, good William de la Pole!
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We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.
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Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;
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His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,
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Third son to the third Edward King of England:
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Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?
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He bears him on the place's privilege,
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Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.
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By him that made me, I'll maintain my words
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On any plot of ground in Christendom.
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Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,
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For treason executed in our late king's days?
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And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,
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Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?
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His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;
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And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.
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My father was attached, not attainted,
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Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;
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And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,
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Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.
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For your partaker Pole and you yourself,
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I'll note you in my book of memory,
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To scourge you for this apprehension:
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Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.
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Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;
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And know us by these colours for thy foes,
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For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.
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And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,
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As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,
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Will I for ever and my faction wear,
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Until it wither with me to my grave
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Or flourish to the height of my degree.
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Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!
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And so farewell until I meet thee next.
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Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.
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How I am braved and must perforce endure it!
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This blot that they object against your house
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Shall be wiped out in the next parliament
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Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;
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And if thou be not then created York,
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I will not live to be accounted Warwick.
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Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,
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Against proud Somerset and William Pole,
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Will I upon thy party wear this rose:
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And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,
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Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,
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Shall send between the red rose and the white
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A thousand souls to death and deadly night.
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Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,
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That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.
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In your behalf still will I wear the same.
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And so will I.
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Thanks, gentle sir.
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Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
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This quarrel will drink blood another day.
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SCENE V. The Tower of London.

Scene 5 of Act 2 of Henry VI, Part 1 opens with a conversation between Joan La Pucelle, a Frenchwoman, and her compatriots who are preparing for battle against the English. Joan is confident that they will win, despite being outnumbered, because she has made a deal with the devil.

She summons a demon who promises to help her in exchange for her soul. Joan agrees and the demon disappears. The English forces arrive and Joan leads the French into battle. Despite being initially successful, the French are eventually defeated and Joan is captured by the English.

Joan is brought before the Duke of Gloucester and the Bishop of Winchester, who accuse her of witchcraft and heresy. Joan denies the charges and claims that she has only been able to achieve her victories through the help of God. However, the Duke and the Bishop are convinced of her guilt and sentence her to be burned at the stake.

As she is led away, Joan curses the English and predicts their downfall. The scene ends with the Duke and the Bishop discussing the potential threat that Joan could pose if she were to escape execution.

Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, and Gaolers

Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,
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Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.
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Even like a man new haled from the rack,
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So fare my limbs with long imprisonment.
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And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,
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Nestor-like aged in an age of care,
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Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.
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These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,
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Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;
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Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief,
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And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine
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That droops his sapless branches to the ground;
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Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,
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Unable to support this lump of clay,
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Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,
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As witting I no other comfort have.
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But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?
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First Gaoler
Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:
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We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;
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And answer was return'd that he will come.
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Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.
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Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.
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Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,
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Before whose glory I was great in arms,
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This loathsome sequestration have I had:
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And even since then hath Richard been obscured,
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Deprived of honour and inheritance.
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But now the arbitrator of despairs,
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Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,
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With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:
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I would his troubles likewise were expired,
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That so he might recover what was lost.
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First Gaoler
My lord, your loving nephew now is come.
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Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?
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Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,
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Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.
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Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,
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And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:
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O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,
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That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.
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And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,
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Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?
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First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;
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And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.
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This day, in argument upon a case,
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Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;
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Among which terms he used his lavish tongue
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And did upbraid me with my father's death:
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Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,
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Else with the like I had requited him.
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Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,
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In honour of a true Plantagenet
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And for alliance sake, declare the cause
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My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.
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That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me
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And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth
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Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,
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Was cursed instrument of his decease.
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Discover more at large what cause that was,
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For I am ignorant and cannot guess.
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I will, if that my fading breath permit
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And death approach not ere my tale be done.
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Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
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Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
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The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
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Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
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During whose reign the Percies of the north,
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Finding his usurpation most unjust,
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Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
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The reason moved these warlike lords to this
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Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,
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Leaving no heir begotten of his body--
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I was the next by birth and parentage;
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For by my mother I derived am
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From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
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To King Edward the Third; whereas he
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From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
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Being but fourth of that heroic line.
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But mark: as in this haughty attempt
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They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
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I lost my liberty and they their lives.
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Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
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Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
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Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
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From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
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Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
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Again in pity of my hard distress
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Levied an army, weening to redeem
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And have install'd me in the diadem:
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But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
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And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
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In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.
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Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.
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True; and thou seest that I no issue have
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And that my fainting words do warrant death;
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Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:
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But yet be wary in thy studious care.
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Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:
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But yet, methinks, my father's execution
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Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.
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With silence, nephew, be thou politic:
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Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,
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And like a mountain, not to be removed.
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But now thy uncle is removing hence:
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As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd
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With long continuance in a settled place.
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O, uncle, would some part of my young years
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Might but redeem the passage of your age!
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Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth
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Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.
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Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;
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Only give order for my funeral:
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And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes
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And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!
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And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!
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In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage
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And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.
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Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;
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And what I do imagine let that rest.
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Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself
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Will see his burial better than his life.
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Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,
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Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:
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And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,
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Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:
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I doubt not but with honour to redress;
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And therefore haste I to the parliament,
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Either to be restored to my blood,
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Or make my ill the advantage of my good.
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Act 3 of Henry VI, Part 1 follows the conflict between the Houses of York and Lancaster for the English throne. The Duke of York, who believes he is the rightful heir, leads his allies against King Henry VI and his supporters.

The act begins with a battle between the two factions, where the Yorkists emerge victorious. Afterwards, the Duke of York claims the throne and is supported by his sons Edward and Richard. However, the queen and her allies refuse to accept his claim and the war continues.

In an attempt to gain an advantage, the queen sends her army to attack the city of York. The Duke of York's sons, Edward and Richard, lead the defense and manage to repel the attackers. During the battle, the Duke of York is captured and taken prisoner by the queen's forces.

The act ends with the Duke of York's sons vowing to rescue their father and continue their fight for the throne. The conflict between the two sides escalates, setting the stage for further battles and political intrigue in the later acts.

SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.

Act 3, Scene 1 takes place in France, where the English army is preparing for battle against the French army. The Duke of Bedford, who is leading the English army, receives a message from Lord Fastolfe that the French army is approaching. Bedford orders his soldiers to prepare for battle and to be ready to defend their position.

As the French army approaches, the English soldiers become nervous and fearful. The French army is much larger and looks intimidating. However, the English soldiers manage to keep their composure and are ready to fight.

The battle begins, and both sides fight fiercely. The French soldiers are skilled and experienced, but the English soldiers are determined to defend their position. The English soldiers manage to hold their ground, and the French soldiers begin to retreat.

As the French soldiers retreat, the English soldiers pursue them. However, the English soldiers are ambushed by a group of French soldiers who were hiding in a nearby forest. The English soldiers are caught off guard and are unable to defend themselves.

The Duke of Bedford arrives with reinforcements and manages to drive back the French soldiers. The English soldiers are able to regroup and continue the battle. The French soldiers are eventually defeated, and the English soldiers emerge victorious.

The scene ends with the Duke of Bedford praising the bravery and courage of his soldiers. He orders his soldiers to rest and prepare for the next battle, as they will likely face more challenges in the future.


Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,
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With written pamphlets studiously devised,
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Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,
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Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,
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Do it without invention, suddenly;
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As I with sudden and extemporal speech
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Purpose to answer what thou canst object.
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Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,
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Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.
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Think not, although in writing I preferr'd
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The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,
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That therefore I have forged, or am not able
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Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:
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No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,
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Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,
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As very infants prattle of thy pride.
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Thou art a most pernicious usurer,
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Forward by nature, enemy to peace;
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Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems
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A man of thy profession and degree;
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And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?
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In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,
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As well at London bridge as at the Tower.
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Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,
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The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt
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From envious malice of thy swelling heart.
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Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe
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To give me hearing what I shall reply.
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If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,
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As he will have me, how am I so poor?
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Or how haps it I seek not to advance
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Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?
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And for dissension, who preferreth peace
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More than I do?--except I be provoked.
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No, my good lords, it is not that offends;
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It is not that that hath incensed the duke:
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It is, because no one should sway but he;
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No one but he should be about the king;
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And that engenders thunder in his breast
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And makes him roar these accusations forth.
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But he shall know I am as good--
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As good!
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Thou bastard of my grandfather!
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Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
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But one imperious in another's throne?
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Am I not protector, saucy priest?
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And am not I a prelate of the church?
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Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps
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And useth it to patronage his theft.
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Unreverent Gloster!
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Thou art reverent
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Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.
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Rome shall remedy this.
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Roam thither, then.
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My lord, it were your duty to forbear.
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Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.
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Methinks my lord should be religious
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And know the office that belongs to such.
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Methinks his lordship should be humbler;
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it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.
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Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.
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State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?
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Is not his grace protector to the king?
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(Aside) Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,
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Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;
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Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'
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Else would I have a fling at Winchester.
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Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,
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The special watchmen of our English weal,
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I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,
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To join your hearts in love and amity.
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O, what a scandal is it to our crown,
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That two such noble peers as ye should jar!
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Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell
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Civil dissension is a viperous worm
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That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.
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What tumult's this?
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An uproar, I dare warrant,
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Begun through malice of the bishop's men.
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A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor

O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,
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Pity the city of London, pity us!
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The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,
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Forbidden late to carry any weapon,
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Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones
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And banding themselves in contrary parts
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Do pelt so fast at one another's pate
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That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:
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Our windows are broke down in every street
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And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.
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Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates

We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,
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To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.
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Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.
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First Serving-man
Nay, if we be forbidden stones,
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We'll fall to it with our teeth.
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Second Serving-man
Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.
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Skirmish again

You of my household, leave this peevish broil
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And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.
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Third Serving-man
My lord, we know your grace to be a man
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Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,
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Inferior to none but to his majesty:
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And ere that we will suffer such a prince,
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So kind a father of the commonweal,
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To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,
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We and our wives and children all will fight
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And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.
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First Serving-man
Ay, and the very parings of our nails
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Shall pitch a field when we are dead.
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Begin again

Stay, stay, I say!
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And if you love me, as you say you do,
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Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.
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O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!
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Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold
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My sighs and tears and will not once relent?
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Who should be pitiful, if you be not?
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Or who should study to prefer a peace.
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If holy churchmen take delight in broils?
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Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;
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Except you mean with obstinate repulse
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To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.
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You see what mischief and what murder too
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Hath been enacted through your enmity;
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Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.
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He shall submit, or I will never yield.
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Compassion on the king commands me stoop;
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Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest
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Should ever get that privilege of me.
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Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke
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Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,
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As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:
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Why look you still so stern and tragical?
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Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.
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Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach
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That malice was a great and grievous sin;
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And will not you maintain the thing you teach,
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But prove a chief offender in the same?
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Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.
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For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!
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What, shall a child instruct you what to do?
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Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;
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Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.
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(Aside) Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--
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See here, my friends and loving countrymen,
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This token serveth for a flag of truce
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Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:
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So help me God, as I dissemble not!
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(Aside) So help me God, as I intend it not!
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O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,
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How joyful am I made by this contract!
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Away, my masters! trouble us no more;
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But join in friendship, as your lords have done.
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First Serving-man
Content: I'll to the surgeon's.
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Second Serving-man
And so will I.
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Third Serving-man
And I will see what physic the tavern affords.
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Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, c

Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,
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Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet
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We do exhibit to your majesty.
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Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,
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And if your grace mark every circumstance,
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You have great reason to do Richard right;
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Especially for those occasions
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At Eltham Place I told your majesty.
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And those occasions, uncle, were of force:
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Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is
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That Richard be restored to his blood.
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Let Richard be restored to his blood;
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So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.
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As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.
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If Richard will be true, not that alone
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But all the whole inheritance I give
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That doth belong unto the house of York,
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From whence you spring by lineal descent.
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Thy humble servant vows obedience
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And humble service till the point of death.
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Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;
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And, in reguerdon of that duty done,
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I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:
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Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,
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And rise created princely Duke of York.
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And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!
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And as my duty springs, so perish they
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That grudge one thought against your majesty!
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Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!
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(Aside) Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!
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Now will it best avail your majesty
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To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:
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The presence of a king engenders love
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Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,
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As it disanimates his enemies.
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When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;
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For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.
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Your ships already are in readiness.
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Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER

Ay, we may march in England or in France,
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Not seeing what is likely to ensue.
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This late dissension grown betwixt the peers
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Burns under feigned ashes of forged love
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And will at last break out into a flame:
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As fester'd members rot but by degree,
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Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,
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So will this base and envious discord breed.
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And now I fear that fatal prophecy
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Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth
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Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;
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That Henry born at Monmouth should win all
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And Henry born at Windsor lose all:
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Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish
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His days may finish ere that hapless time.
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SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.

Scene 2 of Act 3 of Henry VI, Part 1 follows the meeting of two armies in a battlefield. The English army, led by Talbot, engages in a fierce battle with the French army, led by Joan of Arc.

As the battle rages on, Talbot and his son, John, find themselves outnumbered and surrounded by the French army. In a desperate attempt to save his son's life, Talbot sends him away with a few soldiers, while he stays to fight off the French on his own.

Meanwhile, Joan of Arc and her soldiers capture the English stronghold, and take many of Talbot's soldiers as prisoners. Talbot, who has been fighting valiantly, is captured by the French and brought before Joan of Arc.

Joan, who believes herself to be a divine messenger, taunts Talbot and tells him that he will be defeated and killed by the French. Talbot, unafraid, challenges Joan to single combat. However, Joan refuses, claiming that it is beneath her to fight a man.

In the end, Talbot is taken away as a prisoner, and the French army celebrates their victory. However, Talbot's defeat is not the end of the English resistance, and the war between the two nations continues.

Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers with sacks upon their backs

These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,
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Through which our policy must make a breach:
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Take heed, be wary how you place your words;
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Talk like the vulgar sort of market men
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That come to gather money for their corn.
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If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,
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And that we find the slothful watch but weak,
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I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,
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That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.
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First Soldier
Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,
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And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;
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Therefore we'll knock.
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(Within) Qui est la?
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Paysans, pauvres gens de France;
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Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.
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Enter, go in; the market bell is rung.
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Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.
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Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
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And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.
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Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants;
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Now she is there, how will she specify
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Where is the best and safest passage in?
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By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;
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Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,
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No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
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Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out a torch burning

Behold, this is the happy wedding torch
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That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,
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But burning fatal to the Talbotites!
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See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;
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The burning torch in yonder turret stands.
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Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
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A prophet to the fall of all our foes!
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Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;
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Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently,
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And then do execution on the watch.
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Alarum. Exeunt

An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion

France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
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If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
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Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
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Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
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That hardly we escaped the pride of France.
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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

Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?
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I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
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Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
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'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?
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Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!
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I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own
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And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.
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Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.
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O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!
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What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,
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And run a tilt at death within a chair?
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Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
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Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!
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Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
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And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
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Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
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Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
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Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;
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If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
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God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
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Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?
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Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,
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To try if that our own be ours or no.
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I speak not to that railing Hecate,
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But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest;
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Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
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Signior, no.
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Signior, hang! base muleters of France!
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Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls
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And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.
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Away, captains! let's get us from the walls;
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For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.
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God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you
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That we are here.
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Exeunt from the walls

And there will we be too, ere it be long,
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Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
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Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
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Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,
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Either to get the town again or die:
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And I, as sure as English Henry lives
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And as his father here was conqueror,
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As sure as in this late-betrayed town
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Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried,
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So sure I swear to get the town or die.
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My vows are equal partners with thy vows.
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But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,
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The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord,
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We will bestow you in some better place,
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Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.
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Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:
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Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen
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And will be partner of your weal or woe.
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Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.
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Not to be gone from hence; for once I read
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That stout Pendragon in his litter sick
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Came to the field and vanquished his foes:
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Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,
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Because I ever found them as myself.
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Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!
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Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!
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And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,
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But gather we our forces out of hand
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And set upon our boasting enemy.
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Exeunt all but BEDFORD and Attendants

An alarum: excursions. Enter FASTOLFE and a Captain

Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?
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Whither away! to save myself by flight:
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We are like to have the overthrow again.
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What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
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All the Talbots in the world, to save my life!
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Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
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Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON, and CHARLES fly

Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,
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For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.
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What is the trust or strength of foolish man?
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They that of late were daring with their scoffs
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Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.
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BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair

An alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest

Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
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This is a double honour, Burgundy:
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Yet heavens have glory for this victory!
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Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy
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Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects
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Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.
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Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?
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I think her old familiar is asleep:
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Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?
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What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief
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That such a valiant company are fled.
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Now will we take some order in the town,
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Placing therein some expert officers,
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And then depart to Paris to the king,
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For there young Henry with his nobles lie.
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What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.
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But yet, before we go, let's not forget
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The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,
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But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen:
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A braver soldier never couched lance,
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A gentler heart did never sway in court;
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But kings and mightiest potentates must die,
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For that's the end of human misery.
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SCENE III. The plains near Rouen.

In Scene 3 of Act 3, a battle takes place between the English and the French armies. The English, led by Talbot, are outnumbered and struggling to hold their ground as the French troops advance. Talbot is determined to keep fighting, despite the odds against him.

As the battle rages on, Talbot's son John is killed in combat. Talbot is devastated by his son's death, but he refuses to give up the fight. He rallies his troops and leads them into battle once again, determined to avenge his son's death.

The French continue to push forward, and Talbot finds himself facing off against the French general, the Countess of Auvergne. The Countess challenges Talbot to single combat, and he accepts, hoping to prove his valor and win the battle.

However, the Countess has a trick up her sleeve. She has coated her armor with a poisonous substance, which she uses to weaken Talbot during their fight. Talbot begins to feel the effects of the poison and starts to lose his strength.

Despite the odds against him, Talbot fights on, determined to defeat the Countess and win the battle for England. However, as the poison takes hold, he begins to falter, and the Countess is able to strike a fatal blow.

Talbot dies on the battlefield, surrounded by his loyal soldiers. The English army is left without their greatest warrior, and the French emerge victorious. The scene ends with the French celebrating their victory, while the English mourn their loss.


Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
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Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
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Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
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For things that are not to be remedied.
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Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
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And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
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We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
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If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
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We have been guided by thee hitherto,
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And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
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One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
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Search out thy wit for secret policies,
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And we will make thee famous through the world.
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We'll set thy statue in some holy place,
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And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:
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Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
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Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
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By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
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We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
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To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
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Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
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France were no place for Henry's warriors;
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Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
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But be extirped from our provinces.
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For ever should they be expulsed from France
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And not have title of an earldom here.
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Your honours shall perceive how I will work
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To bring this matter to the wished end.
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Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
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Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
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There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
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And all the troops of English after him.
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Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
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Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
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Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
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Trumpets sound a parley

A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
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Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
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The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
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What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.
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Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.
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Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
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Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
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Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
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Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
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And see the cities and the towns defaced
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By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
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As looks the mother on her lowly babe
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When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
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See, see the pining malady of France;
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Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
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Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.
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O, turn thy edged sword another way;
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Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
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One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom
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Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:
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Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
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And wash away thy country's stained spots.
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Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
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Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
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Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,
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Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
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Who joint'st thou with but with a lordly nation
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That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?
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When Talbot hath set footing once in France
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And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
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Who then but English Henry will be lord
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And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
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Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,
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Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
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And was he not in England prisoner?
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But when they heard he was thine enemy,
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They set him free without his ransom paid,
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In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
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See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen
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And joint'st with them will be thy slaughtermen.
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Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord:
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Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
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I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers
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Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
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And made me almost yield upon my knees.
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Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
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And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
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My forces and my power of men are yours:
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So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
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(Aside) Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!
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Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.
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And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
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Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
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And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
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Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
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And seek how we may prejudice the foe.
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SCENE IV. Paris. The palace.

Scene 4 of Act 3 of Henry VI, Part 1 takes place on a battlefield in France. The English army, led by the Duke of Bedford, is preparing to fight against the French army, led by the Duke of Alencon. The two armies exchange insults and then begin to fight.

During the battle, the French gain the upper hand and the English begin to retreat. However, the arrival of reinforcements led by John Talbot gives the English a new hope. Talbot is a skilled warrior and inspires his men to fight harder. He kills several French soldiers and gains ground for the English.

As the battle continues, both sides suffer losses. Talbot's son is killed in battle and he is devastated. However, he continues to fight and eventually kills the Duke of Alencon. The French army is forced to retreat and the English emerge victorious.

The scene ends with Talbot mourning the loss of his son and reflecting on the brutality of war. He says that war is a curse and wishes that he could die on the battlefield with his son. The scene is a powerful depiction of the horrors of war and the personal sacrifices that warriors must make in order to win.


My gracious prince, and honourable peers,
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Hearing of your arrival in this realm,
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I have awhile given truce unto my wars,
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To do my duty to my sovereign:
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In sign, whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd
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To your obedience fifty fortresses,
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Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength,
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Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,
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Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet,
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And with submissive loyalty of heart
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Ascribes the glory of his conquest got
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First to my God and next unto your grace.
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Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,
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That hath so long been resident in France?
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Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.
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Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord!
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When I was young, as yet I am not old,
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I do remember how my father said
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A stouter champion never handled sword.
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Long since we were resolved of your truth,
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Your faithful service and your toil in war;
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Yet never have you tasted our reward,
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Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,
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Because till now we never saw your face:
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Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,
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We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;
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And in our coronation take your place.
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Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but VERNON and BASSET

Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,
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Disgracing of these colours that I wear
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In honour of my noble Lord of York:
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Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest?
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Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
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The envious barking of your saucy tongue
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Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
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Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.
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Why, what is he? as good a man as York.
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Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.
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Strikes him

Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such
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That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death,
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Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.
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But I'll unto his majesty, and crave
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I may have liberty to venge this wrong;
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When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.
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Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;
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And, after, meet you sooner than you would.
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Act IV

Act 4 of Henry VI, Part 1 sees the Duke of York and his army victorious over Henry VI's forces. They capture the king and take him to their stronghold at the Tower of London. York is declared Lord Protector and plans to rule over England until Henry VI's son, Prince Edward, comes of age.

Meanwhile, the Earl of Suffolk arranges to have Henry VI's wife, Queen Margaret, taken prisoner and sent to France. He hopes to use her as a bargaining chip to secure peace with the French.

However, the Duke of Somerset, a loyal supporter of Henry VI, rallies the remaining English forces and prepares to fight back against York's rule. He also frees the captured Lord Talbot, who joins his cause.

The act ends with an epic battle between York's forces and Somerset's, with both sides suffering heavy losses. The outcome of the battle is left uncertain, as the play continues in Part 2.

SCENE I. Paris. A hall of state.

The scene opens with a group of soldiers discussing the current state of the war between England and France. They are concerned about the recent losses suffered by the English army, and wonder if they will be able to continue fighting. Suddenly, a messenger arrives with news that the French have taken a key English stronghold, and that the Duke of Bedford has died. This news only adds to the soldiers' fears and doubts.

Just then, the Earl of Suffolk arrives with Margaret of Anjou, who has been betrothed to King Henry VI. He tells the soldiers that Margaret is their new queen, and that she has come to help lead them in battle. The soldiers are skeptical of Margaret's abilities and question why she has been chosen to lead them. Suffolk defends Margaret's honor and promises that she will prove herself to be a capable leader.

Margaret then takes the stage and delivers a stirring speech, inspiring the soldiers to rise up and fight for their country. She promises to be a strong and just ruler, and asks for the soldiers' loyalty and support. The soldiers are moved by her words and pledge their allegiance to her and to England. The scene ends with Margaret and Suffolk leaving to prepare for battle, while the soldiers remain behind, ready to fight for their queen and their country.


Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.
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God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!
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Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,
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That you elect no other king but him;
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Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,
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And none your foes but such as shall pretend
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Malicious practises against his state:
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This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!
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My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,
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To haste unto your coronation,
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A letter was deliver'd to my hands,
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Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.
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Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!
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I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,
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To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,
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Which I have done, because unworthily
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Thou wast installed in that high degree.
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Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest
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This dastard, at the battle of Patay,
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When but in all I was six thousand strong
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And that the French were almost ten to one,
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Before we met or that a stroke was given,
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Like to a trusty squire did run away:
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In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;
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Myself and divers gentlemen beside
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Were there surprised and taken prisoners.
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Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;
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Or whether that such cowards ought to wear
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This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.
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To say the truth, this fact was infamous
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And ill beseeming any common man,
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Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.
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When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,
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Knights of the garter were of noble birth,
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Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,
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Such as were grown to credit by the wars;
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Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,
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But always resolute in most extremes.
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He then that is not furnish'd in this sort
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Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,
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Profaning this most honourable order,
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And should, if I were worthy to be judge,
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Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain
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That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.
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Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!
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Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:
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Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.
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And now, my lord protector, view the letter
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Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.
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What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?
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No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'
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Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?
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Or doth this churlish superscription
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Pretend some alteration in good will?
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What's here?
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'I have, upon especial cause,
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Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,
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Together with the pitiful complaints
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Of such as your oppression feeds upon,
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Forsaken your pernicious faction
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And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'
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O monstrous treachery! can this be so,
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That in alliance, amity and oaths,
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There should be found such false dissembling guile?
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What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?
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He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.
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Is that the worst this letter doth contain?
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It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.
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Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him
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And give him chastisement for this abuse.
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How say you, my lord? are you not content?
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Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,
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I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.
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Then gather strength and march unto him straight:
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Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason
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And what offence it is to flout his friends.
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I go, my lord, in heart desiring still
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You may behold confusion of your foes.
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Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.
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And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.
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This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.
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And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.
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Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.
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Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?
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And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?
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With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.
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And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.
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What is that wrong whereof you both complain?
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First let me know, and then I'll answer you.
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Crossing the sea from England into France,
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This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,
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Upbraided me about the rose I wear;
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Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves
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Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,
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When stubbornly he did repugn the truth
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About a certain question in the law
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Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;
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With other vile and ignominious terms:
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In confutation of which rude reproach
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And in defence of my lord's worthiness,
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I crave the benefit of law of arms.
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And that is my petition, noble lord:
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For though he seem with forged quaint conceit
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To set a gloss upon his bold intent,
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Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;
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And he first took exceptions at this badge,
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Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower
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Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.
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Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?
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Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,
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Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.
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Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,
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When for so slight and frivolous a cause
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Such factious emulations shall arise!
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Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,
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Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.
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Let this dissension first be tried by fight,
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And then your highness shall command a peace.
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The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;
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Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.
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There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.
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Nay, let it rest where it began at first.
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Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.
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Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!
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And perish ye, with your audacious prate!
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Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed
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With this immodest clamorous outrage
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To trouble and disturb the king and us?
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And you, my lords, methinks you do not well
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To bear with their perverse objections;
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Much less to take occasion from their mouths
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To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:
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Let me persuade you take a better course.
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It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.
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Come hither, you that would be combatants:
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Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,
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Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.
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And you, my lords, remember where we are,
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In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:
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If they perceive dissension in our looks
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And that within ourselves we disagree,
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How will their grudging stomachs be provoked
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To wilful disobedience, and rebel!
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Beside, what infamy will there arise,
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When foreign princes shall be certified
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That for a toy, a thing of no regard,
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King Henry's peers and chief nobility
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Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!
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O, think upon the conquest of my father,
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My tender years, and let us not forego
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That for a trifle that was bought with blood
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Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.
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I see no reason, if I wear this rose,
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That any one should therefore be suspicious
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I more incline to Somerset than York:
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Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:
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As well they may upbraid me with my crown,
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Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.
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But your discretions better can persuade
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Than I am able to instruct or teach:
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And therefore, as we hither came in peace,
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So let us still continue peace and love.
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Cousin of York, we institute your grace
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To be our regent in these parts of France:
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And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite
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Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;
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And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,
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Go cheerfully together and digest.
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Your angry choler on your enemies.
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Ourself, my lord protector and the rest
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After some respite will return to Calais;
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From thence to England; where I hope ere long
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To be presented, by your victories,
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With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.
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Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER and VERNON

My Lord of York, I promise you, the king
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Prettily, methought, did play the orator.
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And so he did; but yet I like it not,
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In that he wears the badge of Somerset.
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Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;
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I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.
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An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;
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Other affairs must now be managed.
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Exeunt all but EXETER

Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;
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For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,
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I fear we should have seen decipher'd there
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More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,
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Than yet can be imagined or supposed.
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But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees
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This jarring discord of nobility,
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This shouldering of each other in the court,
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This factious bandying of their favourites,
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But that it doth presage some ill event.
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'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;
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But more when envy breeds unkind division;
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There comes the rain, there begins confusion.
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SCENE II. Before Bourdeaux.

Scene 2 of Act 4 takes place in a garden where two nobles, Suffolk and Margaret, are having a conversation. Suffolk tells Margaret that he has been successful in gaining the King's favor and that he has convinced the King to marry her. Margaret is pleased with this news and expresses her love for Suffolk. Suffolk then tells Margaret that they must keep their relationship a secret because the King is already married.

As they continue to talk, a messenger arrives with news that the Duke of York is leading an army against the King. Margaret suggests that Suffolk should join the King's army to fight against the Duke of York. Suffolk agrees and leaves to join the army.

After Suffolk leaves, Margaret is left alone and she delivers a soliloquy in which she reveals her ambition and desire for power. She believes that Suffolk is the key to achieving her goals and she vows to do whatever it takes to keep him by her side.

Overall, Scene 2 of Act 4 sets the stage for the upcoming battle between the King's army and the Duke of York's army. It also highlights the political intrigue and ambition that are prevalent among the characters in the play.

Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum

Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter:
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Summon their general unto the wall.
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English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,
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Servant in arms to Harry King of England;
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And thus he would: Open your city gates;
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Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,
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And do him homage as obedient subjects;
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And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:
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But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,
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You tempt the fury of my three attendants,
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Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;
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Who in a moment even with the earth
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Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,
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If you forsake the offer of their love.
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Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,
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Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge!
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The period of thy tyranny approacheth.
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On us thou canst not enter but by death;
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For, I protest, we are well fortified
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And strong enough to issue out and fight:
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If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,
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Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:
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On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,
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To wall thee from the liberty of flight;
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And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,
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But death doth front thee with apparent spoil
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And pale destruction meets thee in the face.
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Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament
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To rive their dangerous artillery
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Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.
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Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,
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Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit!
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This is the latest glory of thy praise
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That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;
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For ere the glass, that now begins to run,
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Finish the process of his sandy hour,
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These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,
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Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale and dead.
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Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,
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Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;
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And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.
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Exeunt General, c

He fables not; I hear the enemy:
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Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.
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O, negligent and heedless discipline!
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How are we park'd and bounded in a pale,
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A little herd of England's timorous deer,
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Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!
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If we be English deer, be then in blood;
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Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,
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But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,
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Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel
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And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:
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Sell every man his life as dear as mine,
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And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.
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God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,
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Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!
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SCENE III. Plains in Gascony.

Scene 3 of Act 4 begins with a battle between the English and French armies. The English, led by Talbot, are outnumbered and struggling to hold their position. Talbot sends a messenger to the Duke of Bedford, asking for reinforcements, but the messenger is killed before he can deliver the message.

Meanwhile, the French are celebrating their victory, but their joy is short-lived. Joan La Pucelle, a powerful French witch, arrives on the scene and begins to work her magic. She summons evil spirits to aid the French army and curses Talbot, promising to kill him in battle.

Despite the odds against them, Talbot and his men fight on. They manage to hold their ground until nightfall, when the French finally retreat. Talbot is left alone on the battlefield, wounded and surrounded by the bodies of his fallen comrades.

As Talbot lies dying, he reflects on his life and the futility of war. He is visited by his son, who has come to say goodbye. Talbot urges his son to continue fighting for England, and then dies.

The scene ends with the arrival of the Duke of Burgundy, who has switched sides and is now fighting for the English. He discovers Talbot's body and swears revenge on the French for his death.

Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK with trumpet and many Soldiers

Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
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That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?
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They are return'd, my lord, and give it out
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That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,
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To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,
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By your espials were discovered
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Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,
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Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.
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A plague upon that villain Somerset,
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That thus delays my promised supply
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Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!
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Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,
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And I am lowted by a traitor villain
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And cannot help the noble chevalier:
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God comfort him in this necessity!
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If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.
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Enter Sir William LUCY

Thou princely leader of our English strength,
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Never so needful on the earth of France,
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Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,
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Who now is girdled with a waist of iron
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And hemm'd about with grim destruction:
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To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!
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Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.
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O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart
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Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!
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So should we save a valiant gentleman
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By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.
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Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,
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That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.
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O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!
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He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;
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We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;
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All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.
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Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul;
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And on his son young John, who two hours since
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I met in travel toward his warlike father!
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This seven years did not Talbot see his son;
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And now they meet where both their lives are done.
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Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have
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To bid his young son welcome to his grave?
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Away! vexation almost stops my breath,
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That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.
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Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can,
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But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.
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Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,
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'Long all of Somerset and his delay.
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Exit, with his soldiers

Thus, while the vulture of sedition
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Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,
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Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss
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The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror,
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That ever living man of memory,
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Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross,
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Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss.
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SCENE IV. Other plains in Gascony.

In Scene 4 of Act 4, a battle takes place between the English and French armies. The English, led by Talbot, are outnumbered and struggling to hold their ground. However, Talbot's son, John, arrives with reinforcements and they manage to turn the tide of the battle. The French are defeated and many are taken prisoner.

Despite their victory, Talbot is devastated to learn that his son has been killed in the battle. He mourns his loss and vows to seek revenge on the French. Meanwhile, the French leaders are also grieving the loss of their soldiers and are planning their next move.

The scene is full of action and emotion as the characters experience the highs and lows of battle. It also sets the stage for future conflicts between the English and French armies, as both sides are determined to come out on top. Overall, Scene 4 of Act 4 is a pivotal moment in the play, as it marks a turning point in the war and sets the stage for future conflicts and political intrigue.

Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of TALBOT's with him

It is too late; I cannot send them now:
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This expedition was by York and Talbot
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Too rashly plotted: all our general force
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Might with a sally of the very town
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Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot
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Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour
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By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:
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York set him on to fight and die in shame,
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That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.
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Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
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Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.
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Enter Sir William LUCY

How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?
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Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;
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Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,
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Cries out for noble York and Somerset,
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To beat assailing death from his weak legions:
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And whiles the honourable captain there
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Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,
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And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,
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You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,
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Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.
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Let not your private discord keep away
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The levied succors that should lend him aid,
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While he, renowned noble gentleman,
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Yields up his life unto a world of odds:
Link: 4.4.25
Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,
Link: 4.4.26
Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,
Link: 4.4.27
And Talbot perisheth by your default.
Link: 4.4.28

York set him on; York should have sent him aid.
Link: 4.4.29

And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;
Link: 4.4.30
Swearing that you withhold his levied host,
Link: 4.4.31
Collected for this expedition.
Link: 4.4.32

York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;
Link: 4.4.33
I owe him little duty, and less love;
Link: 4.4.34
And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
Link: 4.4.35

The fraud of England, not the force of France,
Link: 4.4.36
Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:
Link: 4.4.37
Never to England shall he bear his life;
Link: 4.4.38
But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.
Link: 4.4.39

Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:
Link: 4.4.40
Within six hours they will be at his aid.
Link: 4.4.41

Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain;
Link: 4.4.42
For fly he could not, if he would have fled;
Link: 4.4.43
And fly would Talbot never, though he might.
Link: 4.4.44

If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!
Link: 4.4.45

His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.
Link: 4.4.46


SCENE V. The English camp near Bourdeaux.

In Scene 5 of Act 4, a battle is raging between the English and French armies. The Duke of Bedford leads the English, while the French are led by the Countess of Auvergne. The English are struggling, as their troops are exhausted and outnumbered. However, they manage to hold their own against the French for some time.

During the battle, the Countess of Auvergne captures the Duke of Bedford. She takes him to her tent and tries to seduce him. The Duke resists her advances, but she manages to get him to drink a potion that makes him fall asleep.

While the Duke is sleeping, the Countess reveals her plan to kill him. She orders her servants to tie him up and prepare a cauldron of boiling water. However, the Duke wakes up just in time and manages to break free. He fights off the Countess and her servants and escapes from the tent.

After the Duke's escape, the English rally and manage to defeat the French. The Countess is captured and brought before the English leaders. She admits to trying to kill the Duke and asks for mercy. The Duke, however, demands that she be executed for her treachery.

The scene ends with the Countess being led away to her execution, and the English celebrating their victory over the French.

Enter TALBOT and JOHN his son

O young John Talbot! I did send for thee
Link: 4.5.1
To tutor thee in stratagems of war,
Link: 4.5.2
That Talbot's name might be in thee revived
Link: 4.5.3
When sapless age and weak unable limbs
Link: 4.5.4
Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.
Link: 4.5.5
But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!
Link: 4.5.6
Now thou art come unto a feast of death,
Link: 4.5.7
A terrible and unavoided danger:
Link: 4.5.8
Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;
Link: 4.5.9
And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape
Link: 4.5.10
By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone.
Link: 4.5.11

Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?
Link: 4.5.12
And shall I fly? O if you love my mother,
Link: 4.5.13
Dishonour not her honourable name,
Link: 4.5.14
To make a bastard and a slave of me!
Link: 4.5.15
The world will say, he is not Talbot's blood,
Link: 4.5.16
That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.
Link: 4.5.17

Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.
Link: 4.5.18

He that flies so will ne'er return again.
Link: 4.5.19

If we both stay, we both are sure to die.
Link: 4.5.20

Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:
Link: 4.5.21
Your loss is great, so your regard should be;
Link: 4.5.22
My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.
Link: 4.5.23
Upon my death the French can little boast;
Link: 4.5.24
In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.
Link: 4.5.25
Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;
Link: 4.5.26
But mine it will, that no exploit have done:
Link: 4.5.27
You fled for vantage, everyone will swear;
Link: 4.5.28
But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.
Link: 4.5.29
There is no hope that ever I will stay,
Link: 4.5.30
If the first hour I shrink and run away.
Link: 4.5.31
Here on my knee I beg mortality,
Link: 4.5.32
Rather than life preserved with infamy.
Link: 4.5.33

Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?
Link: 4.5.34

Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.
Link: 4.5.35

Upon my blessing, I command thee go.
Link: 4.5.36

To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.
Link: 4.5.37

Part of thy father may be saved in thee.
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No part of him but will be shame in me.
Link: 4.5.39

Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.
Link: 4.5.40

Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?
Link: 4.5.41

Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain.
Link: 4.5.42

You cannot witness for me, being slain.
Link: 4.5.43
If death be so apparent, then both fly.
Link: 4.5.44

And leave my followers here to fight and die?
Link: 4.5.45
My age was never tainted with such shame.
Link: 4.5.46

And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?
Link: 4.5.47
No more can I be sever'd from your side,
Link: 4.5.48
Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:
Link: 4.5.49
Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;
Link: 4.5.50
For live I will not, if my father die.
Link: 4.5.51

Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,
Link: 4.5.52
Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.
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Come, side by side together live and die.
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And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.
Link: 4.5.55


SCENE VI. A field of battle.

In Scene 6 of Act 4 of Henry VI, Part 1, two opposing armies are preparing for battle. The Earl of Suffolk, a commander for the English, talks with Margaret of Anjou, the Queen of England, about his plan to defeat the French army. He tells her that he will send his troops to attack the French from the rear, while the main English army attacks from the front. Margaret approves of his plan and praises him for his intelligence and bravery.

Meanwhile, on the French side, the Duke of Alencon and his allies discuss their strategy for the upcoming battle. They decide to split their army in two, with one group attacking the English from the front and the other group attacking from the rear. They believe that this will give them the advantage and ensure victory.

As the battle begins, the English and French armies clash fiercely. The English initially gain the upper hand, but soon the French reinforcements arrive and turn the tide of the battle. The English are forced to retreat, and many are killed or captured.

Despite the loss, Suffolk and Margaret remain confident and vow to continue the fight. They believe that with the right strategy and determination, they can still defeat the French and emerge victorious in the ongoing conflict.

Alarum: excursions, wherein JOHN TALBOT is hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him

Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight.
Link: 4.6.1
The regent hath with Talbot broke his word
Link: 4.6.2
And left us to the rage of France his sword.
Link: 4.6.3
Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath;
Link: 4.6.4
I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.
Link: 4.6.5

O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!
Link: 4.6.6
The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,
Link: 4.6.7
Till with thy warlike sword, despite of late,
Link: 4.6.8
To my determined time thou gavest new date.
Link: 4.6.9

When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,
Link: 4.6.10
It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire
Link: 4.6.11
Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,
Link: 4.6.12
Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,
Link: 4.6.13
Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,
Link: 4.6.14
And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.
Link: 4.6.15
The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood
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From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood
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Of thy first fight, I soon encountered,
Link: 4.6.18
And interchanging blows I quickly shed
Link: 4.6.19
Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace
Link: 4.6.20
Bespoke him thus; 'Contaminated, base
Link: 4.6.21
And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,
Link: 4.6.22
Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine
Link: 4.6.23
Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:'
Link: 4.6.24
Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,
Link: 4.6.25
Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,
Link: 4.6.26
Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare?
Link: 4.6.27
Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,
Link: 4.6.28
Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?
Link: 4.6.29
Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead:
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The help of one stands me in little stead.
Link: 4.6.31
O, too much folly is it, well I wot,
Link: 4.6.32
To hazard all our lives in one small boat!
Link: 4.6.33
If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,
Link: 4.6.34
To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:
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By me they nothing gain an if I stay;
Link: 4.6.36
'Tis but the shortening of my life one day:
Link: 4.6.37
In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,
Link: 4.6.38
My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:
Link: 4.6.39
All these and more we hazard by thy stay;
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All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.
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The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
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These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
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On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
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To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
Link: 4.6.45
Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
Link: 4.6.46
The coward horse that bears me fail and die!
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And like me to the peasant boys of France,
Link: 4.6.48
To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
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Surely, by all the glory you have won,
Link: 4.6.50
An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
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Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
Link: 4.6.52
If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
Link: 4.6.53

Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,
Link: 4.6.54
Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:
Link: 4.6.55
If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;
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And, commendable proved, let's die in pride.
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SCENE VII. Another part of the field.

Scene 7 of Act 4 takes place in a battlefield where the armies of England and France are about to engage in a battle. The French commander, Joan of Arc, is confident of victory and urges her army to fight fiercely. The English commander, Talbot, is also confident and rallies his troops to fight bravely.

The battle begins and both sides fight fiercely. Talbot and his son John fight side by side and manage to kill several French soldiers. Joan of Arc enters the battle and fights Talbot. They engage in a fierce fight, but Talbot manages to wound Joan. However, she is not deterred and continues to fight. Talbot is wounded by another French soldier and falls to the ground. John tries to save his father but is also wounded and captured by the French.

Talbot, now alone, fights bravely but is eventually surrounded by the French soldiers. He is captured and brought before Joan of Arc. She taunts him and orders him to surrender to the French king. Talbot refuses and is taken away to be executed.

The scene ends with the French celebrating their victory and Talbot's defeat. The English mourn the loss of their brave commander and vow to avenge his death.

Alarum: excursions. Enter TALBOT led by a Servant

Where is my other life? mine own is gone;
Link: 4.7.1
O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?
Link: 4.7.2
Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,
Link: 4.7.3
Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:
Link: 4.7.4
When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,
Link: 4.7.5
His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,
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And, like a hungry lion, did commence
Link: 4.7.7
Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;
Link: 4.7.8
But when my angry guardant stood alone,
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Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none,
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Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart
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Suddenly made him from my side to start
Link: 4.7.12
Into the clustering battle of the French;
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And in that sea of blood my boy did drench
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His over-mounting spirit, and there died,
Link: 4.7.15
My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.
Link: 4.7.16

O, my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne!
Link: 4.7.17

Enter Soldiers, with the body of JOHN TALBOT

Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
Link: 4.7.18
Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
Link: 4.7.19
Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
Link: 4.7.20
Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
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In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
Link: 4.7.22
O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
Link: 4.7.23
Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
Link: 4.7.24
Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
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Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
Link: 4.7.26
Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
Link: 4.7.27
Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
Link: 4.7.28
Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
Link: 4.7.29
My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
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Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
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Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
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Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
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We should have found a bloody day of this.
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How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood,
Link: 4.7.35
Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!
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Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:
Link: 4.7.37
'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:'
Link: 4.7.38
But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
Link: 4.7.39
He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born
Link: 4.7.40
To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'
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So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
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He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
Link: 4.7.43

Doubtless he would have made a noble knight;
Link: 4.7.44
See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms
Link: 4.7.45
Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!
Link: 4.7.46

Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder
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Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.
Link: 4.7.48

O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
Link: 4.7.49
During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
Link: 4.7.50

Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the French preceding

Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,
Link: 4.7.51
To know who hath obtained the glory of the day.
Link: 4.7.52

On what submissive message art thou sent?
Link: 4.7.53

Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;
Link: 4.7.54
We English warriors wot not what it means.
Link: 4.7.55
I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en
Link: 4.7.56
And to survey the bodies of the dead.
Link: 4.7.57

For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
Link: 4.7.58
But tell me whom thou seek'st.
Link: 4.7.59

But where's the great Alcides of the field,
Link: 4.7.60
Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,
Link: 4.7.61
Created, for his rare success in arms,
Link: 4.7.62
Great Earl of Washford, Waterford and Valence;
Link: 4.7.63
Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,
Link: 4.7.64
Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,
Link: 4.7.65
Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,
Link: 4.7.66
The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;
Link: 4.7.67
Knight of the noble order of Saint George,
Link: 4.7.68
Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece;
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Great marshal to Henry the Sixth
Link: 4.7.70
Of all his wars within the realm of France?
Link: 4.7.71

Here is a silly stately style indeed!
Link: 4.7.72
The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,
Link: 4.7.73
Writes not so tedious a style as this.
Link: 4.7.74
Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles
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Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.
Link: 4.7.76

Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,
Link: 4.7.77
Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?
Link: 4.7.78
O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,
Link: 4.7.79
That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!
Link: 4.7.80
O, that I could but call these dead to life!
Link: 4.7.81
It were enough to fright the realm of France:
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Were but his picture left amongst you here,
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It would amaze the proudest of you all.
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Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence
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And give them burial as beseems their worth.
Link: 4.7.86

I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,
Link: 4.7.87
He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.
Link: 4.7.88
For God's sake let him have 'em; to keep them here,
Link: 4.7.89
They would but stink, and putrefy the air.
Link: 4.7.90

Go, take their bodies hence.
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I'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear'd
Link: 4.7.92
A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.
Link: 4.7.93

So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
Link: 4.7.94
And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
Link: 4.7.95
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.
Link: 4.7.96


Act V

Act 5 of Henry VI, Part 1 begins with the Yorkists and Lancastrians preparing for battle. The Earl of Warwick leads the Yorkist army and the Duke of Somerset leads the Lancastrian army. The two sides meet on the field of battle and the fighting begins. The Duke of Somerset is killed by the Yorkists and the Lancastrians are forced to retreat.

Meanwhile, Joan of Arc is captured by the Duke of York and his soldiers. She is put on trial for heresy and witchcraft. Joan denies the charges against her but is found guilty and sentenced to death. She is burned at the stake.

After the battle, the Duke of York meets with the captured King Henry VI. The Duke of York claims that he is the rightful heir to the throne and demands that King Henry VI abdicate. King Henry VI refuses and a fight breaks out between the two men. The Duke of York kills King Henry VI and declares himself King of England.

The play ends with the Duke of York's victory and the beginning of the Wars of the Roses, a series of civil wars between the House of York and the House of Lancaster for control of the English throne.

SCENE I. London. The palace.

The scene opens with the Earl of Warwick and the Duke of York discussing their plans to overthrow King Henry VI. They are joined by Richard Plantagenet, the Duke of York's son, who reveals that he has already started gathering soldiers to fight for their cause. Warwick and York are pleased with Richard's dedication to the cause and discuss the importance of having strong allies.

As they speak, they are interrupted by Lord Clifford and his men, who have come to challenge them. A battle ensues, with both sides fighting fiercely. Richard Plantagenet proves himself to be a skilled warrior and manages to kill Lord Clifford in the heat of battle. Warwick and York are impressed with Richard's bravery and skill, and the three of them continue to fight together against Clifford's men.

Despite their efforts, however, the battle takes a turn for the worse when reinforcements arrive to support Clifford's army. Warwick and York are forced to retreat, with Richard Plantagenet covering their escape. In the end, the Duke of York is grateful to his son for his bravery and loyalty, and they all vow to continue their fight to overthrow King Henry VI.


Have you perused the letters from the pope,
Link: 5.1.1
The emperor and the Earl of Armagnac?
Link: 5.1.2

I have, my lord: and their intent is this:
Link: 5.1.3
They humbly sue unto your excellence
Link: 5.1.4
To have a godly peace concluded of
Link: 5.1.5
Between the realms of England and of France.
Link: 5.1.6

How doth your grace affect their motion?
Link: 5.1.7

Well, my good lord; and as the only means
Link: 5.1.8
To stop effusion of our Christian blood
Link: 5.1.9
And 'stablish quietness on every side.
Link: 5.1.10

Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought
Link: 5.1.11
It was both impious and unnatural
Link: 5.1.12
That such immanity and bloody strife
Link: 5.1.13
Should reign among professors of one faith.
Link: 5.1.14

Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect
Link: 5.1.15
And surer bind this knot of amity,
Link: 5.1.16
The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,
Link: 5.1.17
A man of great authority in France,
Link: 5.1.18
Proffers his only daughter to your grace
Link: 5.1.19
In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.
Link: 5.1.20

Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young!
Link: 5.1.21
And fitter is my study and my books
Link: 5.1.22
Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.
Link: 5.1.23
Yet call the ambassador; and, as you please,
Link: 5.1.24
So let them have their answers every one:
Link: 5.1.25
I shall be well content with any choice
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Tends to God's glory and my country's weal.
Link: 5.1.27

Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER in Cardinal's habit, a Legate and two Ambassadors

What! is my Lord of Winchester install'd,
Link: 5.1.28
And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?
Link: 5.1.29
Then I perceive that will be verified
Link: 5.1.30
Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,
Link: 5.1.31
'If once he come to be a cardinal,
Link: 5.1.32
He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.'
Link: 5.1.33

My lords ambassadors, your several suits
Link: 5.1.34
Have been consider'd and debated on.
Link: 5.1.35
And therefore are we certainly resolved
Link: 5.1.36
To draw conditions of a friendly peace;
Link: 5.1.37
Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean
Link: 5.1.38
Shall be transported presently to France.
Link: 5.1.39

And for the proffer of my lord your master,
Link: 5.1.40
I have inform'd his highness so at large
Link: 5.1.41
As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,
Link: 5.1.42
Her beauty and the value of her dower,
Link: 5.1.43
He doth intend she shall be England's queen.
Link: 5.1.44

In argument and proof of which contract,
Link: 5.1.45
Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.
Link: 5.1.46
And so, my lord protector, see them guarded
Link: 5.1.47
And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd
Link: 5.1.48
Commit them to the fortune of the sea.
Link: 5.1.49

Exeunt all but CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER and Legate

Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive
Link: 5.1.50
The sum of money which I promised
Link: 5.1.51
Should be deliver'd to his holiness
Link: 5.1.52
For clothing me in these grave ornaments.
Link: 5.1.53

I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.
Link: 5.1.54

(Aside) Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,
Link: 5.1.55
Or be inferior to the proudest peer.
Link: 5.1.56
Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive
Link: 5.1.57
That, neither in birth or for authority,
Link: 5.1.58
The bishop will be overborne by thee:
Link: 5.1.59
I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,
Link: 5.1.60
Or sack this country with a mutiny.
Link: 5.1.61


SCENE II. France. Plains in Anjou.

In Scene 2 of Act 5, a battle rages on between the English and French armies. The English forces are led by Talbot, who is a skilled and experienced military commander. The French forces, on the other hand, are led by Charles, the Dauphin of France.

The battle is intense, with both sides suffering heavy losses. Talbot and his son are fighting bravely, but they are outnumbered and outmatched by the French forces. Despite their efforts, they are captured by the French soldiers.

As Talbot is taken prisoner, he delivers a powerful speech, expressing his loyalty to England and his determination to continue fighting. He tells the French soldiers that they may have won this battle, but they have not won the war. He also warns them that they will face the wrath of England, and that their victory will be short-lived.

The scene ends with Talbot being taken away as a prisoner of war, while his son is left behind to face the French forces alone. The audience is left wondering what will become of Talbot and his son, and whether England will be able to overcome this setback and emerge victorious in the war.


These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:
Link: 5.2.1
'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
Link: 5.2.2
And turn again unto the warlike French.
Link: 5.2.3

Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,
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And keep not back your powers in dalliance.
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Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;
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Else, ruin combat with their palaces!
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Enter Scout

Success unto our valiant general,
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And happiness to his accomplices!
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What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.
Link: 5.2.10

The English army, that divided was
Link: 5.2.11
Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,
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And means to give you battle presently.
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Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
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But we will presently provide for them.
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I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:
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Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.
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Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.
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Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,
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Let Henry fret and all the world repine.
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Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!
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SCENE III. Before Angiers.

Scene 3 of Act 5 takes place in a battlefield where the English and French armies are fighting. The English army, led by Talbot, is outnumbered and struggling to keep up with the French forces. Talbot orders his soldiers to retreat to a nearby town, but they are pursued by the French soldiers.

As the English soldiers flee, Talbot becomes separated from his son, John, and his ally, Lord Fastolfe. Talbot fights bravely against the French soldiers, but he is eventually captured by the French commander, the Countess of Auvergne.

The Countess of Auvergne is impressed by Talbot's courage and asks him to surrender his sword. Talbot refuses, and she offers to make a deal with him. She promises to release him if he agrees to come to her castle and let her keep his sword as a trophy. Talbot reluctantly agrees, and the Countess releases him.

As Talbot walks away, he realizes that he has been tricked. The Countess has set a trap for him, and he is ambushed by French soldiers. Talbot fights valiantly, but he is eventually killed.

John and Fastolfe arrive too late to save Talbot, but they vow revenge against the French army. The scene ends with John lamenting the loss of his father and vowing to avenge his death.

Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE

The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.
Link: 5.3.1
Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
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And ye choice spirits that admonish me
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And give me signs of future accidents.
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You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
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Under the lordly monarch of the north,
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Appear and aid me in this enterprise.
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This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
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Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
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Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
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Out of the powerful regions under earth,
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Help me this once, that France may get the field.
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O, hold me not with silence over-long!
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Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
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I'll lop a member off and give it you
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In earnest of further benefit,
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So you do condescend to help me now.
Link: 5.3.17
No hope to have redress? My body shall
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Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
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Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
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Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
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Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
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Before that England give the French the foil.
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See, they forsake me! Now the time is come
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That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest
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And let her head fall into England's lap.
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My ancient incantations are too weak,
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And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
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Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
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Excursions. Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand to hand with YORK JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The French fly

Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:
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Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms
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And try if they can gain your liberty.
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A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!
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See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows,
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As if with Circe she would change my shape!
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Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.
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O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;
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No shape but his can please your dainty eye.
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A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!
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And may ye both be suddenly surprised
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By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!
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Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!
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I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.
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Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.
Link: 5.3.44


Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand

Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.
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O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!
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For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;
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I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,
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And lay them gently on thy tender side.
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Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.
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Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,
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The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.
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An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
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Be not offended, nature's miracle,
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Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
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So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
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Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
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Yet, if this servile usage once offend.
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Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
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O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
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My hand would free her, but my heart says no
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As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
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Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
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So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
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Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
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I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
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Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
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Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
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Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
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Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
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Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.
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Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--
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What ransom must I pay before I pass?
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For I perceive I am thy prisoner.
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How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,
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Before thou make a trial of her love?
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Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?
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She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;
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She is a woman, therefore to be won.
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Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.
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Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;
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Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?
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I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.
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There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.
Link: 5.3.84

He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.
Link: 5.3.85

And yet a dispensation may be had.
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And yet I would that you would answer me.
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I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?
Link: 5.3.88
Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing!
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He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.
Link: 5.3.90

Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
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And peace established between these realms
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But there remains a scruple in that too;
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For though her father be the King of Naples,
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Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
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And our nobility will scorn the match.
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Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?
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It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much.
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Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.
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Madam, I have a secret to reveal.
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What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,
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And will not any way dishonour me.
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Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.
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Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;
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And then I need not crave his courtesy.
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Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause--
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Tush, women have been captivate ere now.
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Lady, wherefore talk you so?
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I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.
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Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose
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Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?
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To be a queen in bondage is more vile
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Than is a slave in base servility;
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For princes should be free.
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And so shall you,
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If happy England's royal king be free.
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Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?
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I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,
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To put a golden sceptre in thy hand
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And set a precious crown upon thy head,
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If thou wilt condescend to be my--
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His love.
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I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.
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No, gentle madam; I unworthy am
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To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,
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And have no portion in the choice myself.
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How say you, madam, are ye so content?
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An if my father please, I am content.
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Then call our captains and our colours forth.
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And, madam, at your father's castle walls
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We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.
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See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!
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To whom?
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Suffolk, what remedy?
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I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,
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Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.
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Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:
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Consent, and for thy honour give consent,
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Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;
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Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;
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And this her easy-held imprisonment
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Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.
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Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?
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Fair Margaret knows
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That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.
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Upon thy princely warrant, I descend
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To give thee answer of thy just demand.
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Exit from the walls

And here I will expect thy coming.
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Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below

Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:
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Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.
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Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,
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Fit to be made companion with a king:
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What answer makes your grace unto my suit?
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Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth
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To be the princely bride of such a lord;
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Upon condition I may quietly
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Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,
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Free from oppression or the stroke of war,
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My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.
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That is her ransom; I deliver her;
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And those two counties I will undertake
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Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.
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And I again, in Henry's royal name,
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As deputy unto that gracious king,
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Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.
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Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,
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Because this is in traffic of a king.
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And yet, methinks, I could be well content
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To be mine own attorney in this case.
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I'll over then to England with this news,
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And make this marriage to be solemnized.
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So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe
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In golden palaces, as it becomes.
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I do embrace thee, as I would embrace
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The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.
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Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers
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Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.
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Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;
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No princely commendations to my king?
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Such commendations as becomes a maid,
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A virgin and his servant, say to him.
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Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.
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But madam, I must trouble you again;
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No loving token to his majesty?
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Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,
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Never yet taint with love, I send the king.
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And this withal.
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Kisses her

That for thyself: I will not so presume
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To send such peevish tokens to a king.
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O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;
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Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;
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There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.
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Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:
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Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,
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And natural graces that extinguish art;
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Repeat their semblance often on the seas,
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That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet,
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Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.
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SCENE IV. Camp of the YORK in Anjou.

Scene 4 of Act 5 takes place on a battlefield where the armies of England and France are preparing to fight. The English army is led by the Duke of York, while the French army is led by the Countess of Auvergne.

The Duke of York is confident in his army's abilities and boasts about their strength. The Countess of Auvergne, on the other hand, is wary of the English army and expresses her doubts to her husband.

As the battle begins, the Duke of York and his army quickly gain the upper hand. However, the Countess of Auvergne has a trick up her sleeve. She has secretly instructed her men to capture the Duke of York and bring him to her.

The Duke of York is eventually captured and brought to the Countess of Auvergne. She taunts him and accuses him of causing the deaths of her father and brother. The Duke of York tries to reason with her, but she is determined to have her revenge.

Just as it seems that the Duke of York is doomed, a messenger arrives with news that the English army has won the battle. The Countess of Auvergne is shocked and releases the Duke of York, who is grateful for his unexpected rescue.

The scene ends with the Duke of York and his army victorious, while the Countess of Auvergne is left to contemplate her actions.

Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others

Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.
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Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd

Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
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Have I sought every country far and near,
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And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
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Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
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Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
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Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
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I am descended of a gentler blood:
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Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
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Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;
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I did beget her, all the parish knows:
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Her mother liveth yet, can testify
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She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
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Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?
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This argues what her kind of life hath been,
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Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
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Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
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God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
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And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
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Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.
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Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,
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Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
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'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
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The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
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Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
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Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
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Of thy nativity! I would the milk
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Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
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Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
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Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
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I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
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Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
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O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.
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Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
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To fill the world with vicious qualities.
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First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:
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Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
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But issued from the progeny of kings;
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Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,
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By inspiration of celestial grace,
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To work exceeding miracles on earth.
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I never had to do with wicked spirits:
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But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
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Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
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Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
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Because you want the grace that others have,
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You judge it straight a thing impossible
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To compass wonders but by help of devils.
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No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been
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A virgin from her tender infancy,
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Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
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Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
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Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
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Ay, ay: away with her to execution!
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And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,
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Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
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Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
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That so her torture may be shortened.
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Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
Link: 5.4.59
Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,
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That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
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I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
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Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
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Although ye hale me to a violent death.
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Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!
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The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:
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Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
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She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
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I did imagine what would be her refuge.
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Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live;
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Especially since Charles must father it.
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You are deceived; my child is none of his:
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It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love.
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Alencon! that notorious Machiavel!
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It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
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O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
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'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
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But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.
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A married man! that's most intolerable.
Link: 5.4.79

Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well,
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There were so many, whom she may accuse.
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It's sign she hath been liberal and free.
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And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
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Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
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Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
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Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:
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May never glorious sun reflex his beams
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Upon the country where you make abode;
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But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
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Environ you, till mischief and despair
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Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
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Exit, guarded

Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
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Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
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Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
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With letters of commission from the king.
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For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
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Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
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Have earnestly implored a general peace
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Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
Link: 5.4.99
And here at hand the Dauphin and his train
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Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
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Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
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After the slaughter of so many peers,
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So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
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That in this quarrel have been overthrown
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And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
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Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
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Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
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By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
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Our great progenitors had conquered?
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O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
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The utter loss of all the realm of France.
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Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
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It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
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As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
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Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
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That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
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We come to be informed by yourselves
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What the conditions of that league must be.
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Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes
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The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
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By sight of these our baleful enemies.
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Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
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That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
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Of mere compassion and of lenity,
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To ease your country of distressful war,
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And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
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You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
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And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
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To pay him tribute, submit thyself,
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Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
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And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
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Must he be then as shadow of himself?
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Adorn his temples with a coronet,
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And yet, in substance and authority,
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Retain but privilege of a private man?
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This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
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'Tis known already that I am possess'd
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With more than half the Gallian territories,
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And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
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Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
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Detract so much from that prerogative,
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As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
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No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
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That which I have than, coveting for more,
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Be cast from possibility of all.
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Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
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Used intercession to obtain a league,
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And, now the matter grows to compromise,
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Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?
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Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
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Of benefit proceeding from our king
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And not of any challenge of desert,
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Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
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My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
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To cavil in the course of this contract:
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If once it be neglected, ten to one
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We shall not find like opportunity.
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To say the truth, it is your policy
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To save your subjects from such massacre
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And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
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By our proceeding in hostility;
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And therefore take this compact of a truce,
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Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
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How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?
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It shall;
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Only reserved, you claim no interest
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In any of our towns of garrison.
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Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
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As thou art knight, never to disobey
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Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
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Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
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So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
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Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
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For here we entertain a solemn peace.
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SCENE V. London. The palace.

In Scene 5 of Act 5, two armies face off against each other on the battlefield. The Earl of Suffolk is leading one side, and Lord Talbot is leading the other.

Suffolk and Talbot exchange insults and threats, but eventually, Talbot challenges Suffolk to a one-on-one fight. Suffolk accepts, and they begin to fight.

During the fight, Suffolk is wounded and calls for help. His men come to his aid, and Talbot is captured and taken prisoner.

However, Talbot's son John arrives on the scene and rallies the troops. They launch a surprise attack and succeed in freeing Talbot.

The battle continues until the end of the scene, with neither side gaining a clear advantage.


Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,
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Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:
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Her virtues graced with external gifts
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Do breed love's settled passions in my heart:
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And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts
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Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,
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So am I driven by breath of her renown
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Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive
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Where I may have fruition of her love.
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Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale
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Is but a preface of her worthy praise;
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The chief perfections of that lovely dame
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Had I sufficient skill to utter them,
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Would make a volume of enticing lines,
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Able to ravish any dull conceit:
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And, which is more, she is not so divine,
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So full-replete with choice of all delights,
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But with as humble lowliness of mind
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She is content to be at your command;
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Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,
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To love and honour Henry as her lord.
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And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume.
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Therefore, my lord protector, give consent
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That Margaret may be England's royal queen.
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So should I give consent to flatter sin.
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You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd
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Unto another lady of esteem:
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How shall we then dispense with that contract,
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And not deface your honour with reproach?
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As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;
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Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd
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To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists
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By reason of his adversary's odds:
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A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,
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And therefore may be broke without offence.
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Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?
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Her father is no better than an earl,
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Although in glorious titles he excel.
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Yes, lord, her father is a king,
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The King of Naples and Jerusalem;
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And of such great authority in France
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As his alliance will confirm our peace
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And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.
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And so the Earl of Armagnac may do,
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Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.
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Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,
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Where Reignier sooner will receive than give.
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A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king,
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That he should be so abject, base and poor,
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To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.
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Henry is able to enrich his queen
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And not seek a queen to make him rich:
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So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,
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As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.
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Marriage is a matter of more worth
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Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;
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Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,
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Must be companion of his nuptial bed:
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And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,
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It most of all these reasons bindeth us,
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In our opinions she should be preferr'd.
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For what is wedlock forced but a hell,
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An age of discord and continual strife?
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Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,
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And is a pattern of celestial peace.
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Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,
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But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?
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Her peerless feature, joined with her birth,
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Approves her fit for none but for a king:
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Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,
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More than in women commonly is seen,
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Will answer our hope in issue of a king;
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For Henry, son unto a conqueror,
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Is likely to beget more conquerors,
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If with a lady of so high resolve
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As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love.
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Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me
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That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.
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Whether it be through force of your report,
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My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that
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My tender youth was never yet attaint
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With any passion of inflaming love,
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I cannot tell; but this I am assured,
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I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,
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Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,
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As I am sick with working of my thoughts.
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Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;
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Agree to any covenants, and procure
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That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come
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To cross the seas to England and be crown'd
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King Henry's faithful and anointed queen:
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For your expenses and sufficient charge,
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Among the people gather up a tenth.
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Be gone, I say; for, till you do return,
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I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.
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And you, good uncle, banish all offence:
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If you do censure me by what you were,
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Not what you are, I know it will excuse
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This sudden execution of my will.
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And so, conduct me where, from company,
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I may revolve and ruminate my grief.
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Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.
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Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus he goes,
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As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,
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With hope to find the like event in love,
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But prosper better than the Trojan did.
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Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;
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But I will rule both her, the king and realm.
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