TPTT The First Part of Henry the Sixth: ACT III
Introduction
ACT I
ACT II
ACT III
SCENE I. London. The Parliament-house.
SCENE II. France. Before Rouen.
SCENE III. The plains near Rouen.
SCENE IV. Paris. The palace.
ACT IV
ACT V
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SCENE III. The plains near Rouen.
Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces
JOAN LA PUCELLE
      Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
      Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
      Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
      For things that are not to be remedied.
5     Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
      And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
      We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
      If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
CHARLES
      We have been guided by thee hitherto,
10    And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
      One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
BASTARD OF ORLEANS
      Search out thy wit for secret policies,
      And we will make thee famous through the world.
ALENCON
      We'll set thy statue in some holy place,
15    And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:
      Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
      Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
      By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
      We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
20    To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
CHARLES
      Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
      France were no place for Henry's warriors;
      Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
      But be extirped from our provinces.
ALENCON
25    For ever should they be expulsed from France
      And not have title of an earldom here.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
      Your honours shall perceive how I will work
      To bring this matter to the wished end.

Drum sounds afar off

      Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
30    Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.

Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his forces

      There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
      And all the troops of English after him.

French march. Enter BURGUNDY and forces

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