TPTT The First Part of Henry the Sixth: ACT I
Introduction
ACT I
SCENE I. Westminster Abbey.
SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.
SCENE III. London. Before the Tower.
SCENE IV. Orleans.
SCENE V. The same.
SCENE VI. The same.
ACT II
ACT III
ACT IV
ACT V
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SCENE II. France. Before Orleans.
Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers
CHARLES
      Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
      So in the earth, to this day is not known:
      Late did he shine upon the English side;
      Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
5     What towns of any moment but we have?
      At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
      Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
      Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
ALENCON
      They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
10    Either they must be dieted like mules
      And have their provender tied to their mouths
      Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
REIGNIER
      Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
      Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
15    Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;
      And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
      Nor men nor money hath he to make war.
CHARLES
      Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
      Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
20    Him I forgive my death that killeth me
      When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
Exeunt
Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER
CHARLES
      Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
      Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
      But that they left me 'midst my enemies.
REIGNIER
25    Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
      He fighteth as one weary of his life.
      The other lords, like lions wanting food,
      Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
ALENCON
      Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
30    England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
      During the time Edward the Third did reign.
      More truly now may this be verified;
      For none but Samsons and Goliases
      It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
35    Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose
      They had such courage and audacity?
CHARLES
      Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
      And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
      Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
40    The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
REIGNIER
      I think, by some odd gimmors or device
      Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;
      Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
      By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
ALENCON
45    Be it so.
Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS
BASTARD OF ORLEANS
      Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.
CHARLES
      Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
BASTARD OF ORLEANS
      Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:
      Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
50    Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:
      A holy maid hither with me I bring,
      Which by a vision sent to her from heaven
      Ordained is to raise this tedious siege
      And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
55    The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
      Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:
      What's past and what's to come she can descry.
      Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,
      For they are certain and unfallible.
CHARLES
60    Go, call her in.

Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS

      But first, to try her skill,
      Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
      Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
      By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.
Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE
REIGNIER
65    Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?
JOAN LA PUCELLE
      Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?
      Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;
      I know thee well, though never seen before.
      Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:
70    In private will I talk with thee apart.
      Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.
REIGNIER
      She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
      Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,
      My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
75    Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased
      To shine on my contemptible estate:
      Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
      And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
      God's mother deigned to appear to me
80    And in a vision full of majesty
      Will'd me to leave my base vocation
      And free my country from calamity:
      Her aid she promised and assured success:
      In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
85    And, whereas I was black and swart before,
      With those clear rays which she infused on me
      That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
      Ask me what question thou canst possible,
      And I will answer unpremeditated:
90    My courage try by combat, if thou darest,
      And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
      Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,
      If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.
CHARLES
      Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
95    Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
      In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
      And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
      Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
      I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,
100   Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;
      The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's
      churchyard,
      Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
CHARLES
      Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
105   And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.
Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes
CHARLES
      Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
      And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
      Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.
CHARLES
      Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
110   Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
      My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
      Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
      Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
      'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
115   I must not yield to any rites of love,
      For my profession's sacred from above:
      When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
      Then will I think upon a recompense.
CHARLES
      Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
REIGNIER
120   My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
ALENCON
      Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
      Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
REIGNIER
      Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
ALENCON
      He may mean more than we poor men do know:
125   These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
REIGNIER
      My lord, where are you? what devise you on?
      Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
JOAN LA PUCELLE
      Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
      Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
CHARLES
130   What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
      Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
      This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
      Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,
      Since I have entered into these wars.
135   Glory is like a circle in the water,
      Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself
      Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.
      With Henry's death the English circle ends;
      Dispersed are the glories it included.
140   Now am I like that proud insulting ship
      Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.
CHARLES
      Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
      Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
      Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
145   Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
      Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
      How may I reverently worship thee enough?
ALENCON
      Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
REIGNIER
      Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
150   Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.
CHARLES
      Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
      No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.
Exeunt
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