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[Dead March. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the] [p]Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of [p]France; GLOUCESTER, Protector; and EXETER, Earl of [p]WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, &c]
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Duke of Bedford.
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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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Duke of Gloucester.
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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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Duke of Exeter.
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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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Winchester.
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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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Duke of Gloucester.
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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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Winchester.
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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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Duke of Gloucester.
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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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Duke of Bedford.
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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]
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Messenger.
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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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Duke of Bedford.
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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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Duke of Gloucester.
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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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Duke of Exeter.
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How were they lost? what treachery was used?
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Messenger.
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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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Duke of Exeter.
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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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Duke of Bedford.
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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]
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Messenger.
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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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Duke of Exeter.
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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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Duke of Gloucester.
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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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Duke of Bedford.
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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]
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Messenger.
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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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Winchester.
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What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
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Messenger.
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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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Duke of Bedford.
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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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Messenger.
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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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Duke of Bedford.
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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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Messenger.
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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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Duke of Exeter.
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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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Duke of Bedford.
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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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Duke of Gloucester.
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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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Duke of Exeter.
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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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Winchester.
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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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[Exeunt]
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2. Act I, Scene 2
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France. Before Orleans.
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[Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and] [p]REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers]
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Charles, King of France.
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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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Duke of Alencon.
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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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Reignier.
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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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Charles, King of France.
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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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[Exeunt]
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[Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English]
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with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER]
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Charles, King of France.
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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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Reignier.
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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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Duke of Alencon.
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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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Charles, King of France.
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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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Reignier.
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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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Duke of Alencon.
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Be it so.
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[Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS]
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Bastard of Orleans.
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Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.
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Charles, King of France.
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Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
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Bastard of Orleans.
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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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Charles, King of France.
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Go, call her in.
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[Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS]
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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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[Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE]
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Reignier.
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Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?
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Joan la Pucelle.
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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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Reignier.
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She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
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Joan la Pucelle.
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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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Charles, King of France.
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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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Joan la Pucelle.
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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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churchyard,
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Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
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Charles, King of France.
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Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
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Joan la Pucelle.
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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]
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Charles, King of France.
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Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
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And fightest with the sword of Deborah.
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Joan la Pucelle.
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Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.
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Charles, King of France.
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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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Joan la Pucelle.
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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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Charles, King of France.
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Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
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Reignier.
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My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
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Duke of Alencon.
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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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Reignier.
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Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?
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Duke of Alencon.
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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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Reignier.
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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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Joan la Pucelle.
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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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Charles, King of France.
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What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.
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Joan la Pucelle.
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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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Charles, King of France.
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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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Duke of Alencon.
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Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.
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Reignier.
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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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Charles, King of France.
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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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[Exeunt]
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3. Act I, Scene 3
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0
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London. Before the Tower.
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1
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[Enter GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats]
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2
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Duke of Gloucester.
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3
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I am come to survey the Tower this day:
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4
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Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.
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5
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Where be these warders, that they wait not here?
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6
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Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.
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7
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First Warder.
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8
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[Within]Who's there that knocks so imperiously?
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9
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First Serving-Man.
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10
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It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.
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11
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Second Warder.
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12
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[Within]Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
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13
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First Serving-Man.
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14
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Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
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15
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First Warder.
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16
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[Within]The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
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17
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We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
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Duke of Gloucester.
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19
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Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
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20
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There's none protector of the realm but I.
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21
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Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize.
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22
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Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
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23
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[Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and]
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24
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WOODVILE the Lieutenant speaks within]
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25
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Woodvile.
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26
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What noise is this? what traitors have we here?
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27
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Duke of Gloucester.
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28
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Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
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29
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Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.
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30
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Woodvile.
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31
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Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;
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32
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The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:
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33
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From him I have express commandment
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34
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That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
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35
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Duke of Gloucester.
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36
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Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?
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37
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Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
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38
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Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?
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39
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Thou art no friend to God or to the king:
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40
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Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
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41
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Serving-Men.
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42
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Open the gates unto the lord protector,
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43
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Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.
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44
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[Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP]
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45
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OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats]
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46
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Winchester.
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47
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How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?
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Duke of Gloucester.
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49
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Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
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50
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Winchester.
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51
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I do, thou most usurping proditor,
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52
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And not protector, of the king or realm.
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53
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Duke of Gloucester.
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54
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Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
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55
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Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;
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56
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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.
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Winchester.
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60
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Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:
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61
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This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,
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To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.
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Duke of Gloucester.
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64
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I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
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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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Winchester.
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68
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Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.
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Duke of Gloucester.
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70
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What! am I dared and bearded to my face?
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71
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Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
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72
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Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,
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73
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I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:
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74
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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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76
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Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
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Winchester.
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78
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Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.
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Duke of Gloucester.
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Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!
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81
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Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
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Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
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83
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Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!
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[Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF]
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85
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WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly-
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86
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burly the Mayor of London and his Officers]
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87
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Lord Mayor of London.
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88
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Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
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89
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Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
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90
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Duke of Gloucester.
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91
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Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
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92
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Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,
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93
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Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.
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94
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Winchester.
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95
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Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,
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96
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One that still motions war and never peace,
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97
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O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,
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98
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That seeks to overthrow religion,
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99
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Because he is protector of the realm,
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100
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And would have armour here out of the Tower,
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101
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To crown himself king and suppress the prince.
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102
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Duke of Gloucester.
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103
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I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
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104
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[Here they skirmish again]
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105
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Lord Mayor of London.
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106
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Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife
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107
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But to make open proclamation:
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108
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Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,
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109
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Cry.
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110
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Officer.
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111
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All manner of men assembled here in arms this day
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112
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against God's peace and the king's, we charge and
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113
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command you, in his highness' name, to repair to
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114
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your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,
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115
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handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,
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116
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henceforward, upon pain of death.
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117
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Duke of Gloucester.
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118
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Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:
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119
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But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.
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120
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Winchester.
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121
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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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Lord Mayor of London.
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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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Duke of Gloucester.
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Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
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Winchester.
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Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;
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For I intend to have it ere long.
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[Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF]
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WINCHESTER with their Serving-men]
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Lord Mayor of London.
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See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.
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Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!
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I myself fight not once in forty year.
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[Exeunt]
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4. Act I, Scene 4
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Orleans.
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[Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy]
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Master-Gunner.
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Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,
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And how the English have the suburbs won.
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Boy.
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Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
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Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.
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Master-Gunner.
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But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:
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Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
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Something I must do to procure me grace.
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The prince's espials have informed me
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How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,
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Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars
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In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,
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And thence discover how with most advantage
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They may vex us with shot, or with assault.
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To intercept this inconvenience,
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A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;
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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.
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If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
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And thou shalt find me at the governor's.
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[Exit]
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Boy.
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Father, I warrant you; take you no care;
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I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.
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[Exit]
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[Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT,]
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GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others]
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Earl of Salisbury.
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Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
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How wert thou handled being prisoner?
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Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
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Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury.
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The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
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Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
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For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
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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,
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Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
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In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
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But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
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Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
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If I now had him brought into my power.
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Earl of Salisbury.
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Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury.
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With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
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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]
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Earl of Salisbury.
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I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
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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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Sir Thomas Gargrave.
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I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.
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Sir William Glansdale.
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And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury.
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For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,
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Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
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[Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall]
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Earl of Salisbury.
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O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!
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Sir Thomas Gargrave.
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O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury.
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What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
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Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
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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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101
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Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
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102
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Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
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103
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His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
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104
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Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
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105
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One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
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106
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The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
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107
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Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
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108
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If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
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109
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Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
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110
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Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
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111
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Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
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112
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Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
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113
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Thou shalt not die whiles—
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114
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He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
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115
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As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
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116
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Remember to avenge me on the French.'
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117
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Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
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118
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Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
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119
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Wretched shall France be only in my name.
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[Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens]
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121
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What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
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122
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Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
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[Enter a Messenger]
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Messenger.
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My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:
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126
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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.
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[Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans]
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury.
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131
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Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
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It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
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133
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Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
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134
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Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
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135
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Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,
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136
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And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
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137
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Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
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138
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And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
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[Alarum. Exeunt]
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5. Act I, Scene 5
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0
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The same.
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1
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[Here an alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the] [p]DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA [p]PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit [p]after them then re-enter TALBOT]
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2
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury.
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3
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Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
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4
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Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:
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5
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A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
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6
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[Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE]
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7
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Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee;
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8
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Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
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9
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Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
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10
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And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.
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11
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Joan la Pucelle.
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12
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Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.
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13
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[Here they fight]
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14
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury.
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15
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Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
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16
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My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
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17
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And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.
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18
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But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
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[They fight again]
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Joan la Pucelle.
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21
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Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
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22
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I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
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[A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers]
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24
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O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
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25
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Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;
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26
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Help Salisbury to make his testament:
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27
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This day is ours, as many more shall be.
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[Exit]
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Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury.
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30
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My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
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31
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I know not where I am, nor what I do;
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32
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A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
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33
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Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
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34
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So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
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35
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Are from their hives and houses driven away.
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36
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They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
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37
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Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
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38
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[A short alarum]
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39
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Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
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40
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Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
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41
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Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
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42
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Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
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43
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Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
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44
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As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
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45
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[Alarum. Here another skirmish]
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46
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It will not be: retire into your trenches:
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47
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You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
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48
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For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
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Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
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50
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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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52
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The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
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[Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat; flourish]
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6. Act I, Scene 6
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The same.
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1
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[Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES,] [p]REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers]
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2
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Joan la Pucelle.
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3
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Advance our waving colours on the walls;
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4
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Rescued is Orleans from the English
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5
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Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
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6
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Charles, King of France.
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7
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Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,
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8
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How shall I honour thee for this success?
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9
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Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
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10
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That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
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11
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France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
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12
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Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
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13
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More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
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14
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Reignier.
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15
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Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town?
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16
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Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires
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17
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And feast and banquet in the open streets,
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18
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To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
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Duke of Alencon.
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20
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All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
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21
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When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.
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22
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Charles, King of France.
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23
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'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
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24
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For which I will divide my crown with her,
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25
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And all the priests and friars in my realm
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26
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Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
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27
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A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
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28
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Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
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29
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In memory of her when she is dead,
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30
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Her ashes, in an urn more precious
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31
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Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,
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32
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Transported shall be at high festivals
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33
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Before the kings and queens of France.
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34
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No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
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35
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But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
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36
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Come in, and let us banquet royally,
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37
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After this golden day of victory.
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