Enter the Funeral of King Henry the Fifth, attended on by the Duke of Bedford, Regent of France; the Duke of Gloucester, Protector; the Duke of Exeter; Warwick; the Bishop of Winchester; and the Duke of Somerset [with Heralds, &c.].
Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
And with them scourge the bad revolting stars,
That have consented unto Henry's death! 5
King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Glo. England ne'er had a king until his time.
Virtue he had, deserving to command: 9
His brandish'd sword did blind men with beams;
His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire, 12
More dazzled and drove back his enemies
Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.
What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
He ne'er up his hand but conquered. 16
Exe. We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?
Henry is dead and never shall revive.
Upon a wooden coffin we attend,
And death's dishonourable victory 20
We with our stately presence glorify,
Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
What! shall we curse the planets of mishap
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow? 24
Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him,
By magic verses have contriv'd his end?
Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of kings. 28
Unto the French the dreadful judgment-day
So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
The church's prayers made him so prosperous. 32
Glo. The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
None do you like but an effeminate prince,
Whom like a school-boy you may over-awe. 36
Win. Gloucester, whate'er we like thou art protector,
And lookest to command the prince and realm.
Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,
More than God or religious churchmen may. 40
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh,
And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st,
Except it be to pray against thy foes.
Bed. Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace! 44
Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:
Instead of gold we'll offer up our arms,
Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.
Posterity, await for wretched years, 48
When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
Our isle be made a of salt tears,
And none but women left to wail the dead.
Henry the Fifth! thy ghost I invocate: 52
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils!
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
A far more glorious star thy soul will make,
Than Julius Cæsar, or bright— 56
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all!
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:
Bed. What sayst thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?
Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns
Will make him burst his and rise from death. 64
Glo. Is Paris lost? is
If Henry were recall'd to life again
These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was us'd? 68
Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money.
Among the soldiers this is muttered,
That here you maintain factions;
And, whilst a and fought, 72
You are disputing of your generals.
One would have lingering wars with little cost;
Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
A third thinks, without expense at all, 76
By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.
Awake, awake, English nobility!
Let not sloth dim your honours new-begot:
Of England's coat one half is cut away.
Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral
These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
Bed. Me they concern; Regent I am of France. 84
Give me my steeled coat: I'll fight for France.
Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!
Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,
To weep their miseries. 88
Enter to them another Messenger.
Sec. Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad mischance.
France is revolted from the English quite,
Except some petty towns of no import:
The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
The Duke of Alençon flieth to his side. Exit.
Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! 96
O! whither shall we fly from this reproach?
Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.
Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
Bed. Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? 100
An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
Wherewith already France is overrun.
Enter another Messenger.
Third Mess. My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,
I must inform you of a dismal fight 105
Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is 't so?
Third Mess. O, no! wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown: 108
The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
Having six thousand in his troop, 112
By three-and-twenty thousand of the French
Was round encompassed and set upon.
No leisure had he to enrank his men;
He to set before his archers; 116
Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
They pitched in the ground confusedly,
To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
More than three hours the fight continued; 120
Where valiant Talbot above human thought
Enacted wonders with his sword and lance.
Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
Here, there, and everywhere, enrag'd he : 124
The French exclaim'd the devil was in arms;
All the whole army stood him.
His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,
A Talbot! A Talbot! cried out amain, 128
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
If had not play'd the coward.
He, being in the , 132
With purpose to relieve and follow them,—
Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
Hence grew the general wrack and massacre;
Enclosed were they their enemies. 136
A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;
Whom all France, with their chief assembled strength,
Durst not presume to look once in the face. 140
Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,
For living idly here in pomp and ease
Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd. 144
Third Mess. O no! he lives; but is took prisoner,
And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford:
Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.
I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne;
His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.
Farewell, my masters; to my task will I; 152
Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
To keep our great :
Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake. 156
Third Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd;
The English army is grown weak and faint;
The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, 160
Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
Exe. Remember, lords,
Either to the Dauphin utterly,
Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. 164
Bed. I do remember it; and here take my leave,
To go about my preparation. Exit Bedford.
Glo. I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,
To view the artillery and munition; 168
And then I will proclaim young Henry king. Exit Gloucester.
Being ordain'd his special governor;
And for his safety there I'll best devise. Exit.
Win. Each hath his place and function to attend: 173
I am left out; for me nothing remains.
But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office.
The king from Eltham I intend to steal, 176
And sit of public weal. Exit.
[France. Before Orleans]
Enter Charles, Alençon, and Reignier, marching with Drum and Soldiers.
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. 4
What towns of any moment but we have?
At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. 8
Alen. They want their porridge and their fat bullbeeves:
Either they must be dieted like mules
And have their provender tied to their mouths,
Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice. 12
Reig. Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
Talbot is taken, whom we to fear:
Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury,
And he may well in fretting spend his gall; 16
Nor men money hath he to make war.
Char. Sound, sound
Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
Him I forgive my death that killeth me 20
When he sees me go back one foot or fly. Exeunt.
Here Alarum; they are beaten back by the English, with great loss.
Enter Charles, Alengon, and Reignier.
Char. 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. 24
Reig. 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 prey. 28
Alen. Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
England all bred
During the time Edward the Third did reign.
More truly now may this be verified; 32
For none but Samsons and
It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!
Lean raw-bon'd rascals! who would e'er suppose
They had such courage and audacity? 36
Char. Let's leave this town; for they are harebrain'd slaves,
And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege. 40
Reig. I think, by some odd
Their arms are set like clocks, to strike on;
Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
By my consent, we'll e'en let them alone. 44
Alen. Be it so.
Enter the Bastard of Orleans.
Bast. Where's the prince Dauphin? I have news for him.
Char. Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.
Bast. Methinks your looks are sad, your : 48
Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?
Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand:
A holy maid hither with me I bring,
Which by a vision sent to her from heaven 52
Ordained is to raise this tedious siege,
And drive the English forth the bounds of France.
The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,
Exceeding the of old Rome; 56
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.
Char. Go, call her in. [Exit Bastard.] But first, to try her skill, 60
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.
Enter Joan Pucelle [with Bastard].
Reig. Fair maid, is 't thou wilt do these wondrous feats? 64
Joan. 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 amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me: 68
In private will I talk with thee apart.
Stand back, you lords, and give us leave a while.
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash.
Joan. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter, 72
My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.
Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleas'd
To shine on my contemptible estate:
Lo! whilst I waited on my tender lambs, 76
And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,
God's mother deigned to appear to me,
And in a vision full of majesty
Will'd me to leave my base vocation 80
And free my country from calamity:
Her aid she promis'd and assur'd success;
In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
And, whereas I was black and swart before, 84
With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.
Ask me what question thou canst possible
And I will answer unpremeditated: 88
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,
And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate
If thou receive me for thy warlike mate. 92
Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy
Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
In single combat thou shalt with me,
And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true; 96
Otherwise I renounce all confidence.
Joan. I am prepar'd: here is my keen-edg'd sword,
with five flower-de-luces on each side;
The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's churchyard, 100
Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.
Char. Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.
Joan. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.
Here they fight, and Joan la Pucelle overcomes.
Char. Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon, 104
And fightest with the .
Joan. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.
Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
Impatiently I burn with thy desire; 108
My heart and hands thou hast at once subdu'd.
Excellent , if thy name be so,
Let me thy servant and not sovereign be;
'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus. 112
Joan. 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. 116
Char. Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.
Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.
Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech. 120
Reig. Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no?
Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do know:
These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.
Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you on? 124
Shall we give over Orleans, or no?
Joan. Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!
Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
Char. What she says, I'll confirm: we'll fight it out. 128
Joan. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:
Expect , halcyon days,
Since I have entered into these wars. 132
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. 137
Thou with an eagle art inspired then. 141
Nor yet were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee enough?
Alen. Leave off delays and let us raise the siege. 146
Reig. Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;
Drive them from Orleans and be immortaliz'd.
Char. Presently we'll try. Come, let's away about it:
No prophet will I trust if she prove false. 150
[London. Before the Tower]
Enter Gloucester, with his Serving-men [in blue coats].
Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day;
Since Henry's death, I fear, there is .
Where be these warders that they wait not here?
Open the gates! 'Tis Gloucester that calls. 4
First Ward. [Within.] Who's there that knocks so imperiously?
First Serv. It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.
Sec. Ward. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
First Serv. Villains, answer you so the Lord Protector? 8
First Ward. [Within.] The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
We do not otherwise than we are will'd.
Glo. Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?
There's none protector of the realm but I. 12
the gates, I'll be your :
Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?
Gloucester's men rush at the Tower gates, and Woodvile the Lieutenant speaks within.
Wood. What noise is this? what traitors have we here?
Glo. Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?
Open the gates! here's Gloucester that would enter. 17
Wood. [Within.] Have patience, noble Duke; I may not open;
The of Winchester forbids:
From him I have express commandment 20
That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.
Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,
Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook? 24
Thou art no friend to God or to the king:
Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.
First Serv. Open the gates unto the Lord Protector;
Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly. 28
Enter to the Protector at the Tower gates Winchester and his men in tawny coats.
Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey! what means this?
Glo.priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?
Win. I do, thou most usurping
And not protector, of the king or realm. 32
Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,
Thou that to murder our dead lord;
I'll thee in thy broad cardinal's hat, 36
If thou proceed in this thy insolence.
Win. Nay, stand thou back; I will not budge a foot:
This be , be thou cursed Cain,
To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt. 40
Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Thy scarlet robes as a child's
I'll use to carry thee out of this place.
Win. Do what thou dar'st; I'll beard thee to thy face. 44
Glo. What! am I dar'd and bearded to my face?—
Draw, men, for all this privileged place;
Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard;
I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly. 48
Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:
In spite of pope or dignities of church,
Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.
Win. Gloucester, thou'lt answer this before the pope. 52
Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?
Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.
Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite! 56
Here Gloucester's men beat out the Cardinal's men, and enter in the hurly-burly the Mayor of London and his Officers.
May. Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,
Thus contumeliously should break the peace!
Glo. Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor King,
Hath here the Tower to his use. 61
Win. Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens;
One that still war and never peace,
Overcharging your free purses with large fines, 64
That seeks to overthrow religion
Because he is protector of the realm,
And would have armour here out of the Tower,
To crown himself king and suppress the prince. 68
Glo. I will not answer thee with words, but blows.
Here they skirmish again.
May. Nought rests for me, in this tumultuous strife
But to make open proclamation.
Come, officer: as loud as e'er thou canst; 72
Off. 'All manner of men, assembled here in
arms this day, against God's peace and the
king's, we charge and command you, in his high-
ness' name, to repair to your several dwelling-
places; and not to wear, handle, or use, any
sword, weapon, or dagger, henceforward, upon
pain of death.' 80
Glo. Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law;
But we shall meet and our minds at large.
Win. Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:
Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.
May. I'll call for
This cardinal's more haughty than the devil. 86
Glo. Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.
Win. Abominable Gloucester! guard thy head;
For I intend to have it ere long.
Exeunt [severally, Gloucester and Winchester, with their Serving-men].
May. See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart. 90
Good God! these nobles should such stomachs bear;
I myself fight not once in forty year. Exeunt.
[France. Before Orleans]
Enter the Master-Gunner of Orleans and his Boy.
M. Gun. Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd,
And how the English have the suburbs won.
Son. Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,
Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim. 4
M. Gun. But now thou shalt not. Be thou rul'd by me:
Chief master-gunner am I of this town;
Something I must do to procure me grace.
The prince's have informed me 8
How the English, in the suburbs close entrench'd,
Wont through a secret gate of iron bars
In yonder tower to the city,
And thence discover how with most advantage
They may vex us with shot or with assault. 13
To intercept this inconvenience,
A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have plac'd;
And fully even these three days have I watch'd
If I could see them. Now, boy, do thou watch, 17
For I can stay no longer.
If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;
And thou shalt find me at the Governor's. Exit.
Son. Father, I warrant you; take you no care; 21
I'll never trouble you if I may spy them. Exit.
Enter Salisbury and Talbot on the turrets, with [Sir William Glansdale, Sir Thomas Gargrave, and] Others.
Sal. Talbot, my life, my joy! again return'd!
How wert thou handled being prisoner? 24
Or by what means got'st thou to be releas'd,
Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.
Tal. The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles; 28
For him I was exchang'd and ransomed.
But with a baser man at arms by far
Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
Which I disdaining scorn'd, and craved death 32
Rather than I would be so vile-esteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I desir'd.
But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart:
Whom with my bare fists I would execute 36
If I now had him brought into my power.
Sal. Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert.
Tal. With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
In open market-place produc'd they me, 40
To be a public spectacle to all:
Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me, 44
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground
To hurl at the beholders of my shame.
My grisly countenance made others fly.
None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure; 49
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread
That they suppos'd I could rend bars of steel
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant: 52
Wherefore a guard of I had,
That walk'd about me every minute-while;
And if I did but stir out of my bed
Ready they were to shoot me to the heart. 56
Enter the Boy with a.
Sal. I grieve to hear what torments you endur'd;
But we will be reveng'd sufficiently.
Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
Here, through this grate, I count each one, 60
And view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your opinions 64
Where is best place to make our battery next.
Gar. I think at the north gate; for there stand lords.
Glan. And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.
Tal. For aught I see, this city 68
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.
Here they shoot and Salisbury falls down
[together with Gargrave].
Sal. O Lord! have mercy on us, wretched sinners.
Gar. O Lord! have mercy on me, woeful man.
Tal. What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us? 72
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
How far'st thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand 76
That hath contriv'd this woeful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
Whilst any trump did sound or drum struck up, 80
His sword did ne'er striking in the field.
Yet liv'st thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
One eye thou hast to look to heaven for grace:
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world. 84
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life? 88
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die, whiles—
He beckons with his hand and smiles on me, 92
As who should say, 'When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.'
, I will; and ,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn: 96
Wretched shall France be my name.
Here an Alarum, and it thunders and lightens.
What stir is this? What tumult's in the heavens?
Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
Enter a Messenger.
Mess. My lord, my lord! the French have gather'd 100
The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
A holy prophetess new risen up,
Is come with a great power to raise the siege.
Here Salisbury lifteth himself up and groans.
Tal. Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan! 104
It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd.
Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:
Pucelle or , ,
Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
Convey me Salisbury into his tent, 110
And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.
Alarum. Exeunt [bearing out the bodies].
[The Same. Before one of the Gates]
Here an Alarum again, and Talbot pursueth the Dauphin and driveth him. Then enter Joan la Pucelle, driving Englishmen before her. Then enter Talbot.
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;
A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee:
Devil, or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee: 5
And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st.
Joan. Come, come; 'tis only I that must disgrace thee. Here they fight.
Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? 9
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage,
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,
But I will chastise this strumpet. 12
They fight again.
Joan. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
I must go victual Orleans forthwith.
A short Alarum; then [let Pucelle].
O'ertake me if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.
Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men; 16
Help Salisbury to make his testament:
This day is ours, as many more shall be. Exit.
Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
I know not where I am, nor what I do: 20
A witch, by fear, not force, ,
Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
So bees with smoke, and doves with noisome stench,
Are from their hives and houses driven away. 24
They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
A short Alarum.
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Renounce your soil, sheep in lions' stead:
Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves. 32
Alarum. Here another skirmish.
It will not be: retire into your trenches:
You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
Pucelle is entered into Orleans 36
In spite of us or aught that we could do.
O! would I were to die with Salisbury.
The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
Exit Talbot. Alarum,, Flourish.
Enter, on the walls, Pucelle, Dauphin, Reignier, Alençon, and Soldiers.
Rescu'd is Orleans from the English:
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.
Char. Divinest creature, 4
How shall I honour thee for this success?
Thy promises are like ,
That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess! 8
Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.
Reig. Why ring not out the bells throughout the town?
Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires 12
And feast and banquet in the open streets,
To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.
Alen. All France will be replete with mirth and joy,
When they shall hear how we have play'd the men. 16
Char. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
For which I will divide my crown with her;
And all the priests and friars in my realm
Shall in procession sing her endless praise. 20
A statelier to her I'll rear
Than ever was:
In memory of her when she is dead,
Her ashes, in an urn more precious 24
Than the rich-jewell'd ,
Transported shall be at high festivals
Before the kings and queens of France.
No longer on Saint Denis will we cry, 28
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
Come in, and let us banquet royally,
After this golden day of victory.
Footnotes to Act I
The First Part, etc.; cf. n.
1 Hung . . . black; cf. n.
10 his: its
16 lift: lifted
50 marish: marsh; cf. n.
60, 61 Cf. n.
64 lead: leaden wrappings
65 Roan: Rouen
71 several: separate
72 field . . . dispatch'd: battle . . . arranged
80 The fleurs de lys are plucked from your coat of arms
88 intermissive: temporarily interrupted (but now to be renewed)
92 Cf. n.
110, 111 Cf. n.
110 dreadful: redoubtable
112 full scarce: scarce full, not quite
116 wanted pikes; cf. n.
124 flew; cf. n.
126 agaz'd on: astounded at
131 Sir John Fastolfe; cf. n.
132 vaward,—plac'd behind; cf. n.
136 with: by
148 Cf. n.
154 Saint George's feast; cf. n.
162 your oaths; cf. n.
163 quell: destroy
170 Eltham; cf. n.
177 at chiefest stern: in supreme control
Scene Two S. d. Flourish: trumpet blast
1 Mars his true moving: Mars' exact movement; cf. n.
7 Otherwhiles: at times
14 wont: were wont
17 Nor: neither
18 alarum: call to arms
28 hungry: stimulating hunger
30 Olivers and Rowlands: knights like the best who followed Charlemagne
33 Goliases: Goliaths (Golias is the Latin form)
41 gimmors: mechanical joints
42 still: continually
48 cheer appall'd: mood dejected
56 nine sibyls; cf. n.
93 high terms: lofty language
95 buckle: contend
99 Deck'd: adorned
105 sword of Deborah; cf. n.
110 Pucelle; cf. n.
121 mean: moderation
131 Saint Martin's summer; cf. n.
138, 139 Cf. n.
140 Cf. n.
142 Cf. n.
143 Cf. n.
2 conveyance: underhand dealing
13 Break up: open forcibly
19 Cardinal; cf. n.
22 Woodvile; cf. n.
30 Peel'd: tonsured
31 proditor: betrayer
34 contriv'dst: plottedst; cf. n.
35 Cf. n.
36 canvass: toss, as in a canvas sheet
39 Damascus; cf. n.
42 bearing-cloth: christening robe
53 Winchester goose: cant name of a foul disease
61 distrain'd: confiscated
63 motions: advocates
82 break: express (with a pun)
85 clubs: the rallying cry to summon apprentices and other citizens
8 espials: spies
11 overpeer: look down upon
23-56 Cf. n.
38 entertain'd: treated
53 chosen shot: sharpshooters
56 S. d. linstock: stick holding gunner's match
64 express: precise
68 must be: will have to be
81 leave: cease from
95 Plantagenet; cf. n.
like thee; cf. n.
97 only in: at the mere sound of
100 head: armed forces
107 puzzel: lewd woman
dolphin or dogfish; cf. n.