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Henry VI part one

Act I, Scene 2

France, before Orleans.
 
(Note:  the "bury" of Salisbury appears to be considered one syllable)
 
[Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers]
 
CHARLES
        ,          ,   ,              ,   2        ,
      Mars his | true mov/ing, eene^|as in the | heavens
       ,            ,          ,     T   .  T    T
      So in | the earth,| to this | day is not known:
        ,             ,       ,         ,         ,
      Late did | he shine | upon | the Eng|lish side;
       T   T  .   T            ,  ,        ,
      Now we are vic|tors; up/on us | he smiles.
             ,        ,     ,             ,   ,
      What towns | of a|ny mom|ent but / we have?
           ,         ,        ,          ,    ,
      At plea|sure here | we lie | near Or|leans;
       ,       ,          ,          ,               ,        ,   ->
      Other|whiles the | famished | English,| like pale || ghosts,
        ,             Tx    T    T      2    ,
      Faint/ly be|siege us one hour | in a month.
 
ALENCON
             ,           ,                      ,    ,    ,
      They want | their por|ridge and their // fat bull-beeves:
       ,              ,        ,   ,           ,
10    Either | they must | be di|eted | like mules
            ,            ,      ,     ,                ,
      And have | their prov|ender | tied to | their mouths
          ,    2    ,           ,           ,        ,
      Or pit|eous they | will look,| like drown|ed mice.
 
REIGNIER
              ,           ,           ,        ,      ,
      Let's raise | the siege:| why live | we id|ly here?
       ,           ,        ,         ,         ,
      Talbot | is ta|ken, whom | we wont | to fear:
          ,        ,         ,      ,     ,   
      Remain|eth none | but mad-|brained Sal/isbury;
           ,         ,         ,         ,           ,
      And he | may well | in fret|ting spend | his gall,
           ,         ,       ,              ,   ,
      Nor men | nor mon|ey hath | he to / make war.
 
CHARLES
        T      T   . T       ,          ,         ,
      Sound, sound alar|um, we | will rush | on them.
       ,             ,      ,             ,     ,
      Now for | the hon|or of | the for/lorn French:
       ,           ,         ,           ,        ,
20    Him I | forgive | my death | that kil|leth me
            ,         ,        ,          ,        ,
      When he | sees^me | go back | one foot | or fly.
 
[Exeunt. Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER]
 
CHARLES
           ,     ,          ,          ,         ,
      Who ev|er saw | the like?| what men | have I?
       __     ,         ,          2        ,           ,
      Dogs,| cowards,| dastards:| I would nere | have fled,
       ,                ,      2   ,         ,    ,
      But that | they left | me amidst | my en|emies.
 
REIGNIER
       ,      2   ,      ,    2     ,     ,
      Salis|bury is | a des|perate hom|icide;
           ,             ,    ,     ,         ,
      He fight|eth as / one wear|y of | his life.
           ,       ,           ,       ,        ,
      The oth|er lords,| like li|ons want|ing food,
           ,      ,        ,          ,        ,
      Do rush | upon | us as | their hun|gry prey.
 
ALENCON
             ,        ,      ,         ,        ,
      Froissart,| a coun|tryman | of ours,| records,
       ,             ,    ,         ,          ,
30    England | all Ol|ivers | and Row|lands bred,
       ,             ,     ,             ,           ,
      During | the time | Edward | the Third | did reign.
            ,      ,          ,        ,     ,
      More tru|ly now | may this | be ver|ified;
            ,         ,        ,       ,   ,
      For none | but Sam|sons and | Goli|ases
           ,        ,          ,         ,        ,
      It send|eth forth | to skir|mish: One | to ten?
        T   T    T      ,           2       ,         ,
      Lean raw-boned | rascals,| who would ere | suppose
            ,          ,        ,       ,    ,
      They had | such cou|rage and | auda|city?
 
CHARLES
              ,            ,     ,      2        T     T       T
      Let's^leave | this town;| for they are | hare-brained slaves,
           ,        ,        ,         2    ,          x
      And hun|ger will | enforce | them to be | more^eager:
          ,        ,           ,        ,            ,   
      Of old | I know | them; ra|ther with | their teeth
            ,               ,      ,             ,           ,
40    The walls | they'll tear | down than | forsake | the siege.
 
REIGNIER
          ,          ,         ,        ,       ,
      I think,| by some | odd gim|mors or | device
              ,         ,            ,        ,          ,
      Their^arms | are set | like^clocks,| stiff to | strike on;
             ,            ,          ,        ,         ,
      Else^nere | could they | hold out | so as | they do.
          ,        ,          ,      ,        2   ,
      By my | consent,| we'll e|ven let | them alone.
 
ALENCON
       ,      __
      Be it | so.  \\
 
[Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS]
 
BASTARD OF ORLEANS
         ,             ,    ,                   ,         ,
      Where's the | Prince Dau/phin? I | have news | for him.
 
CHARLES
       ,     2      ,    T      T    T         x
      Bastard of | Orle|ans, thrice wel|come to us.
 
BASTARD OF ORLEANS
           ,            ,          ,           ,          ,
      Methinks | your looks | are sad,| your cheer | appalled:
                   ,   ,      ,       ,               ,
      Hath the / late ov|erthrow | wrought this | offence?
          ,         ,          ,       ,        ,
50    Be not | dismayed,| for suc|cor is | at hand:
         ,      ,     ,         ,           ,
      A ho|ly maid | hither | with me | I bring,
             ,      ,        ,        ,            x
      Which by | a vis|ion sent | to her | from heaven
          ,      ,        ,           ,   2     ,
      Ordai|ned is | to raise | this te|dious siege
            ,          ,         ,            ,           ,
      And drive | the Eng|lish forth | the bounds | of France.
           ,             ,   ,      ,         ,
      The spi|rit of / deep pro|phecy | she hath,
         ,               ,   ,            ,    ,
      Excee|ding the / nine sib|yls of / old Rome:
               ,          ,           ,         ,        ,
      What's past | and what's | to come | she can | descry.
        ,                ,         ,       ,          ,
      Speak, shall | I call | her in?| Believe | my words,
            ,         ,              ,  ,    ,
      For they | are cer|tain and / unfall|ible.
 
CHARLES
           ,         ,         ,         ,          ,
60    Go call | her in:| but first,| to try | her skill,
        ,          ,              ,        ,        ,
      Reignier,| stand thou | as Dau|phin in | my place:
        ,              ,        ,          ,          ,
      Question | her proud|ly; let | thy looks | be stern:
       ,          ,                ,            ,           ,
      By this | means shall | we sound | what skill | she hath.
 
[Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE REIGNIER]
              ,      2     ,          ,          ,           ,
      Fair* maid,| is it thou | wilt do | these won|drous feats?
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
        ,          2     ,            ,              ,    ,
      Reignier,| is it thou | that thinkst | to be/guile me?
        ,             ,          ,      ,             ,
      Where is | the Dau|phin? Come,| come from | behind;
          ,           ,            ,       ,        ,
      I know | thee well,| though ne|ver seen | before.
          ,        ,             ,        ,          ,
      Be not | amazed,| there's no|thing hid | from me:
          ,         ,        ,           ,       ,
      In pri|vate will | I talk | with thee | apart.
              ,          ,           ,         ,         ,
70    Stand^back,| you lords,| and give | us leave | awhile.
 
REIGNIER
            ,        ,         ,             ,     ,
      She takes | upon | her brave|ly at / first dash.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
       ,        ,   2       ,         ,            ,
      Dauphin,| I am by | birth a | shepherd's | daughter,
          ,          ,        ,      ,        ,
      My wit | untrained | in a|ny kind | of art.
         x              ,     ,          ,          ,
      Heaven and | our La|dy gra|cious hath | it pleased
           ,         ,        ,     ,        ,
      To shine | on my | contemp|tible | estate:
       ,               ,      ,       ,        ,
      Lo, whilst | I wait|ed on | my ten|der lambs,
                 ,     ,         ,          ,           ,
      And to / sun's parch|ing heat | displayed | my cheeks,
             ,        ,       ,       ,        ,
      God's^mo|ther deign|ed to | appear | to me
           ,      ,        ,        ,     ,
      And in | a vis|ion full | of maj|esty
         ,             ,      T   T   T  ,
80    Willed me | to leave | my base vo|cation
            ,         ,        ,       ,    ,
      And free | my count|ry from | cala|mity:
           ,          ,        ,        ,          ,
      Her aid | she prom|ised and | assured | success:
               ,    ,      ,         ,          ,
      In com/plete glo|ry she | revealed | herself;
            ,      ,         ,           ,         ,
      And where|as I | was black | and swart | before,
                     ,     ,           ,        ,         ,
      With those / clear rays | which she | infused | on me
             ,      ,        ,             ,          ,
      That beau|ty am | I blessed | with which | you see.
       ,              ,                ,    ,     ,
      Ask me | what ques|tion thou / canst pos|sible,
       ,   2        ,        ,     ,    ,
      And I will | answer | unpre|medi|tated:
           ,       ,        ,        ,           x
      My cour|age try | by com|bat, if | thou darest,
            ,            ,         ,       ,        ,
90    And thou | shalt find | that I | exceed | my sex.
          ,          ,           ,         ,      ,
      Resolve | on this,| thou shalt | be for|tunate,
           ,        ,         ,         ,         ,
      If thou | receive | me for | thy war|like mate.
 
CHARLES
             ,       ,         ,                ,    ,
      Thou hast | aston|ished me | with thy / high terms:
       ,            ,           ,        ,       ,
      Only | this proof | I'll of | thy val|or make,
          ,       ,        ,             x           ,
      In sin|gle com|bat thou | shalt buckle | with me,
           ,         ,        ,          ,           ,
      And if | thou van|quishest,| thy words | are true;
       ,         ,        ,      ,   ,
      Other|wise I | renounce | all con/fidence.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
      ,           ,       ,    2       T    T     T
      I am | prepared:| here is my | keen-edged sword,
         ,                 ,         ,      ,          ,
      Decked with | five flower|-de-luc|es on | each^side;
            ,       2     ,          ,       ,   2          ,
100   The which | at Touraine,| in Saint | Katharine's | churchyard*,
       ,    2      T     T   .  T      T  .   T     T
      Out of a | great deal of old | iron I chose forth.
 
CHARLES
             ,         ,       ,         ,        ,
      Then come,| of God's | name; I | fear no | woman.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
            ,         ,           ,     ,            ,
      And while | I live,| I'll nere | fly from | a man.
 
[Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes]
 
CHARLES
       __      ,          ,            ,        ,     , ->
      Stay,| stay thy | hands, thou | art | an Am||azon,
             ,          2      ,         ,    ,
      And fightst | with the sword | of De|borah.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
         Tx      Tx     T           ,    ,              ,
      Christ's mother helps | me, else | I were | too^weak.
 
CHARLES
          ,      ,                 ,           ,          ,
      Whoere | helps thee,| 'tis thou | that must | help^me:
         ,       ,       ,          ,        ,
      Impa|tiently | I burn | with thy | desire;
           ,           ,            ,         ,         ,
      My heart | and hands | thou hast | at once | subdued.
       ,      ,       ,       2      ,        ,
110   Excel|lent Pu|celle,| if thy name | be so,
           ,        ,              ,   ,    2     ,
      Let me | thy ser|vant and / not sov|ereign be:
                    ,    ,        ,      ,          ,
      'Tis the / French Dau|phin sue|th to | thee thus.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
          ,          ,        ,      ,          ,
      I must | not yield | to a|ny rites | of love,
           ,       ,          ,        ,       ,
      For my | profes|sion's^sa|cred from | above:
           ,         ,       ,          ,           ,
      When I | have cha|sed all | thy foes | from hence,
             ,        ,        ,      ,      ,
      Then will | I think | upon | a re|compense.
 
CHARLES
           ,           ,         ,        ,            ,
      Meantime | look gra|cious on | thy pro|strate thrall.
 
REIGNIER
           ,         ,         ,      ,         ,
      My lord | methinks | is ve|ry long | in talk.
 
ALENCON
        ,               ,            ,      ,         ,
      Doubtless | he shrives | this wo|man to | her smock;
             ,           ,        ,         ,            ,
120   Else nere | could he | so long | protract | his speech.
 
REIGNIER
             ,       ,            ,          ,          ,
      Shall we | disturb | him, since | he keeps | no mean?
 
ALENCON
          ,           ,                ,   ,         ,
      He may | mean more | than we / poor men | do know:
             ,              ,     ,         ,             ,
      These wo|men are / shrewd temp|ters with | their tongues.
 
REIGNIER
           ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      My lord,| where are | you? what | devise | you on?
             ,        ,      ,    ,        ,
      Shall we | give o|ver Or|leans,| or no?
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
           ,      ,         ,        ,      ,
      Why no,| I say,| distrust|ful re|creants,
        ,                ,      ,   ,                    ,
      Fight till | the last | gasp; I / will be | your guard.
 
CHARLES
            ,           ,         ,            ,         ,
      What she | says^I'll | confirm:| we'll fight | it out.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
           ,        ,       ,        ,          ,
      Assigned | am I | to be | the Eng|lish scourge.
             ,           ,        ,     ,          ,
130   This night | the siege | assur|edly | I'll raise:
          ,           ,         ,        ,    2    ,
      Expect | Saint Mar|tin's sum|mer, hal|cyon days,
        ,             ,        ,  T   T     T
      Since I | have en|tered in|to these wars.
       ,   2       ,       ,        ,        ,
      Glory is | like a | circle | in the | water,
             ,       ,       ,       ,        ,
      Which ne|ver ceas|eth to | enlarge | itself
        ,         ,      ,                 ,           ,
      Till by | broad spread/ing it | disperse | to nought.
            ,         ,          ,        ,        ,
      With Hen|ry's death | the Eng|lish cir|cle ends;
           ,       ,         ,         ,     ,
      Dispersed | are the | glories | it in|cluded.
       ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      Now am | I like | that proud | insul|ting ship
             ,       ,         ,         ,         ,
      Which Cae|sar and | his for|tune bare | at once.
 
CHARLES
           ,    ,        ,       ,        ,
140   Was Ma|homet | inspir|ed with | a dove?
        ,             ,      ,        ,       ,
      Thou with | an ea|gle art | inspir|ed then.
       ,           ,             ,    ,        ,
      Helen,| the mo|ther of / great Con|stantine,
           ,            ,         ,          ,           ,
      Nor yet | Saint Phil|ip's daugh|ters were | like thee.
         T     T   .  T       ,        ,      2      ,
      Bright star of Ven|us, fal|len down | on the earth,
       ,     2     ,   2       ,         ,        ,
      How may I | reverent|ly wor|ship thee | enough?
 
ALENCON
             ,        ,         ,         ,           ,
      Leave^off | delays,| and let | us raise | the siege.
 
REIGNIER
       ,        ,     2         ,          ,          ,
      Woman, | do what thou | canst to | save our | honors;
        ,                ,    ,       3  3   ,       ,
      Drive them | from Or|leans | and be immor|talized.
 
CHARLES
        ,  2             ,      T     T   . T         x
      Presently | we'll try:| come, let's away | about it:
       ,    ,            2    ,         ,            ,
150   No | prophet | will I trust,| if she | prove^false.
 
[Exeunt]

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