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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, as "bree")
 
[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 an|y mom|ent, but / we have?
           ,         ,        ,          ,    ,
      At pleas|ure 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:
       ,              ,        ,   ,           ,
      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 tak|en, 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:
       ,           ,         ,           ,        ,
      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. 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 count|ryman | of ours,| records,
       ,             ,    ,         ,          ,
      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 cour|age and | auda|city?
 
CHARLES
              ,            ,
      Let's^leave | this town,
                               ,      2        T     T       T
                              For they are | hare-brained slaves,
           ,        ,        ,         2    ,          x
      And hun|ger will | enforce | them to be | more^eager:
          ,        ,           ,        ,            ,   
      Of old | I know | them; rath|er with | their teeth
            ,               ,      ,               ,           ,
      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 ev|en 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 | offense?
          ,         ,          ,       ,        ,
      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 ted|ious siege,
            ,          ,         ,            ,           ,
      And drive | the Eng|lish forth | the bounds | of France:
           ,             ,   ,      ,         ,
      The spir|it 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 cert|ain, and / unfall|ible.
 
CHARLES
           ,         ,         ,         ,          ,
      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.
 
[Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE REIGNIER]
              ,      2     ,          ,          ,           ,
      Fair* maid,| is it thou | wilt do | these wond|rous 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 nev|er seen | before.
          ,        ,             ,        ,          ,
      Be not | amazed,| there's noth|ing hid | from me;
          ,         ,        ,           ,       ,
      In priv|ate will | I talk | with thee | apart:
              ,          ,           ,         ,         ,
      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 an|y 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 tend|er lambs,
                 ,     ,         ,          ,           ,
      And to / sun's parch|ing heat | displayed | my cheeks,
             ,        ,       ,       ,        ,
      God's^moth|er deign|ed to | appear | to me,
           ,      ,        ,        ,     ,
      And in | a vis|ion full | of maj|esty,
         ,             ,      T   T   T  ,
      Willed me | to leave | my base vo|cation,
            ,         ,        ,       ,    ,
      And free | my count|ry from | calam|ity:
           ,          ,         ,        ,          ,
      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,
             ,      ,        ,              ,        2     ,
      That beaut|y am | I blessed | with, which | you may see.
       ,              ,                ,    ,     ,
      Ask me | what ques|tion thou / canst pos|sible,
       ,   2        ,        ,     ,    ,
      And I will | answer | unpre|medi|tated:
           ,       ,        ,        ,          ,
      My cour|age try | by com|bat, if | thou darst,
            ,            ,         ,       ,        ,
      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 sing|le 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,
         ,            T    Tx    .  T      ,          ,
      Decked with | five flower de luc|es on | each^side,
            ,       2     ,          ,       ,   2          ,
      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      ,        ,
      Excel|lent Pu|celle,| if thy name | be so,
           ,        ,               ,   ,    2     ,
      Let me | thy serv|ant, and / not sov|ereign be:
                    ,    ,        ,      ,          ,
      'Tis the / French Dau|phin sue|th to | thee thus.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
          ,          ,        ,      ,          ,
      I must | not yield | to an|y rites | of love,
           ,       ,          ,        ,       ,
      For my | profes|sion's^sac|red from | above:
           ,         ,       ,          ,           ,
      When I | have cha|sed all | thy foes | from hence,
             ,        ,        ,      ,      ,
      Then will | I think | upon | a rec|ompense.
 
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 wom|an to | her smock,
             ,           ,        ,         ,            ,
      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 wom|en are / shrewd temp|ters with | their tongues.
 
REIGNIER
           ,           ,           ,        ,         ,
      My lord,| where are | you? what | devise | you on?
             ,        ,      ,    ,        ,
      Shall we | give ov|er Or|leans,| or no?
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
           ,      ,         ,        ,      ,
      Why no,| I say:| distrust|ful re|creants,
        ,                ,      T     T   T          ,
      Fight till | the last | gasp: I'll 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.
             ,           ,        ,     ,          ,
      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 ent|ered in|to these wars.
       ,   2       ,       ,        ,        ,
      Glory is | like a | circle | in the | water,
             ,       ,       ,       ,        ,
      Which nev|er 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
           ,    ,        ,       ,        ,
      Was Ma|homet | inspir|ed with | a dove?
        ,             ,      ,        ,       ,
      Thou with | an eag|le art | inspir|ed then.
       ,           ,             ,    ,        ,
      Helen,| the moth|er of / great const|antine,
           ,            ,         ,          ,           ,
      Nor yet | Saint Phil|ip's daught|ers were | like thee.
         T     T   .  T         x       ,             ,
      Bright star of Ven|us, fallen | down on | the earth,
       ,     2     ,   2       ,         ,        ,
      How may I | reverent|ly worsh|ip thee | enough?
 
ALENCON
        T    T   .  T         ,         ,           ,
      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 immort|alized.
 
CHARLES
        ,  2             ,      T     T   . T         x
      Presently | we'll try:| come, let's away | about it,
       ,   ,                 ,      .  T    T     T
      No proph/et will | I trust,| if she prove false.
 
[Exeunt]

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