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Henry VI part one

Act I, Scene 4

*[Note:  the First Folio spells "Dauphin" as "Dolphin", which is why line 107, "Dogfish or Dolphin", is a pun.]
 
[Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy.]
 
MASTER GUNNER
       ,               ,          ,    ,      2     ,
      Sirrah,| thou knowst | how Or|leans | is besieged,
           ,         ,         ,         ,        ,
      And how | the Eng|lish have | the sub|urbs won.
 
BOY
       ,           ,         ,           ,         ,
      Father | I know;| and oft | have shot | at them,
          ,       ,      ,         ,         ,
      Howere | unfor|tunate | I missed | my aim.
 
MASTER GUNNER
           ,                  ,    ,          ,         ,
      But now | thou shalt / not. Be | thou ruled | by me:
        T     Tx    T       ,   ,             ,
      Chief master-gun|ner am | I of | this town;
        ,         ,        ,            ,         ,
      Something | I must | do to | procure | me grace.
            ,      2   ,       ,         ,
      The prin|ce's espi|als have | informed | me
      <- ,          ,         ,        ,         ,           ,
        How || the Eng|lish, in | the sub|urbs close | intrenched,
        ,               ,        ,         ,      ,
10    Went through | a sec|ret grate | of ir|on bars
          ,        x         ,     ,         ,    2->
      In yon|der tower,| to ov|erpeer | the ci||ty
             ,         ,      ,           ,       ,       ->
      And thence | disco|ver how | with most | advan||tage
        ,         ,      2       ,     ,            ,
      They | may vex | us with shot | or with | assault.
          ,      ,          ,     ,     ,
      To in|tercept | this in|conven|ience,
          ,         ,            ,        ,           ,
      A piece | of ord|nance 'gainst | it I | have placed;
           ,      ,       ,     ,                ,
      And ev|en these | three days / have I | watched,
       ,            ,           ,     T   T    T
      If I | could see | them. Now | do thou watch,
          ,         ,        ,       o   oo
      For I | can stay | no lon|ger.   |
                  ,   ,      ,          ,         ,
      If thou / spyst a|ny, run | and bring | me word;
            ,            ,        ,        ,       ,
20    And thou | shalt find | me at | the gov|ernor's.
 
[Exit]
 
BOY
       ,          ,        ,      ,             ,
      Father,| I war|rant you,| take you | no care;
            ,       ,       ,     ,  2       ,
      I'll nev|er trou|ble you,| if I may | spy them.
 
[Exit]
 
[Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT, GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others]
 
SALISBURY
       ,            ,        ,       ,         ,
      Talbot,| my life,| my joy,| again | returned?
            ,           ,       ,       ,     ,
      How wert | thou hand|led be|ing pris|oner?
          ,          ,       ,              ,        ,
      Or by | what means | gotst thou | to be | released?
            ,        ,        ,         ,         ,
      Discourse | I pri|thee on | this tur|ret's top.
 
TALBOT
            ,        ,        ,        ,    ,
      The Duke | of Bed|ford had | a pris|oner
         ,           T     T   T            ,    ,
      Called the | brave Lord Pon|ton de / Santrailles;
           ,        ,        ,           ,         o
      For him | was I | exchanged | and ran|somed.
       ,            ,      ,         ,        ,
30    But with | a bas|er man | of arms | by far
        ,            ,            ,           ,         ,
      Once in | contempt | they would | have bar|tered me:
            ,        ,          ,           ,        ,
      Which^I | disdain|ing, scorned;| and cra|ved death,
       ,            ,          ,        ,         ,
      Rather | than I | would be | so vile | esteemed.
           ,         ,        ,       ,        ,
      In fine,| redeemed | I was | as I | desired.
          ,         ,      2    ,           ,          ,
      But O,| the treach|erous Fal|staff wounds | my heart,
        ,              ,      ,              ,    ,
      Whom with | my bare | fists I | would ex|ecute,
         ,        ,           ,         ,        ,
      If I | now had | him brought | into | my power.
 
SALISBURY
             ,           ,          ,          ,       ,
      Yet tellst | thou not | how thou | wert en|tertained.
 
TALBOT
              ,            ,          ,     ,    2     ,
      With scoffs | and scorns | and con|tumel|ious taunts.
         ,      ,        ,          ,           ,
40    In o|pen mar|ket-place | produced | they me,
          ,      ,        ,     ,        ,
      To be | a pub|lic spec|tacle | to all:
        ,            ,             ,       ,          ,
      Here, said | they, is | the ter|ror of | the French,
            ,     ,              ,            ,        ,
      The scare|crow that | affrights | our chil|dren so.
             ,     ,     2       ,     ,          ,
      Then broke | I from the | offi|cers that | led me,
            ,         ,        T      T    T      2       ,
      And with | my nails | digged stones out | of the ground,
           ,     ,          ,        ,        ,
      To hurl | at the | behol|ders of | my shame:
           ,       ,       ,         ,        ,
      My gris|ly coun|tenance | made^o|thers fly;
             ,            ,          ,        ,        ,
      None^durst | come near | for fear | of sud|den death.
          ,      ,             ,         ,        ,
      In ir|on walls | they deemed | me not | secure;
       T   T     T      2     ,        ,         2       ,
50    So great fear | of my name | amongst | them was spread,
             ,         ,                 ,    ,         ,
      That they | supposed | I could / rend bars | of steel,
            ,         ,        ,         ,    ,
      And spurn | in pie|ces posts | of ad|amant:
        ,             ,         ,        ,       ,
      Wherefore | a guard | of cho|sen shot | I had,
              ,        ,        ,      ,        ,
      That walked | about | me ev|ery min|ute-while;
           ,      ,          ,     ,           ,
      And if | I did | but stir | out of | my bed,
       ,             ,         ,         ,         ,
      Ready | they were | to shoot | me to | the heart.
 
[Enter the Boy with a linstock]
 
SALISBURY
          ,           ,          ,         ,        ,
      I grieve | to hear | what tor|ments you | endured,
           ,         ,        ,         ,       ,
      But we | will be | revenged | suffic|iently.
       ,           ,        ,        ,    ,
      Now it | is sup|per-time | in Or|leans:
       __       T      T    T         ,           ,
60    Here,| through this grate,| I count | each one,
            ,           ,        ,          ,     ,
      and view | the French|men how | they for|tify:
       ,    2       ,          ,            ,       ,
      Let us look^|in, the | sight will | much de|light thee.
           ,       ,    ,       2        ,          ,
      Sir Tho|mas Gar|grave, and Sir | William | Glansdale,
       ,         ,             ,       ,
      Let me | have your | express | opin|ions
      <-  ,           ,      ,          ,         ,         ,
        Where || is best | place to | make our | batter|y next.
 
GARGRAVE
          ,       2      ,       ,           T      T     T
      I think | at the north | gate, for | there stands lords.
 
GLANSDALE
          ,     ,             ,    ,             ,
      And I | here, at | the bul|wark of | the bridge.
 
TALBOT
            ,        ,          ,      ,        ,         ->
      For aught | I see,| this^ci|ty must | be fam||ished,
       ,          ,       ,      ,      ,
      Or | with light | skirmi|shes en|feebled.
 
[Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall]
 
SALISBURY
          ,          ,       x        ,        ,
70    O Lord | have mer|cy on us,| wretched | sinners.
 
GARGRAVE
          ,          ,           ,   ,       ,
      O Lord | have mer|cy on / me, woe|ful man.
 
TALBOT
              ,          ,          ,                  ,     ,
      What chance | is this | that sud|denly hath / crossed us?
        ,     ,                ,                ,      ,
      Speak, Sal/isbury;| at least,| if thou / canst, speak:
           ,        ,     ,         2     ,        ,
      How far|est thou,| mirror | of all mar|tial men?
       ,             ,                ,       ,            ,
      One of | thy eyes | and thy / cheek's side | struck off?
         ,        ,        ,       ,       ,
      Accur|sed tower,| accur|sed fa|tal hand
             ,          ,           ,       ,     ,
      That hath | contrived | this woe|ful tra|gedy.
           ,        ,        ,            ,   ,
      In thir|teen bat|tles Sal|isbury / orecame;
       ,            ,          ,        ,               ,
      Henry | the Fifth | he first | trained to | the wars;
             ,      ,           ,          ,            ,
80    Whilst^a|ny trump | did sound,| or drum | struck^up,
            ,           ,      ,     ,                  ,
      His sword | did nere | leave strik/ing in | the field.
            ,           ,    2        ,            ,            ,
      Yet livst | thou Sal|isbury? though | thy speech | doth fail,
           ,           ,         ,        ,     2      ,
      One^eye | thou hast | to look | to hea|ven for grace:
           ,               ,    ,       ,          ,
      The sun | with one^/eye view|eth all | the world.
       ,        ,          ,             ,       ,
      Heaven | be thou | gracious | to none | alive,
          ,      ,           ,      ,         ,
      If Sal|isbury | wants^mer|cy at | thy hands.
              ,          Tx     2       ,        ,     ,
      Bear* hence | his body,| I will help | to bu|ry it.  ??
            ,      ,    ,             ,         ,
      Sir Thom|as Gar|grave, hast | thou a|ny life?
        ,          ,        ,          ,       ,
      Speak un|to Tal|bot; nay,| look up | to him.
       ,   2        ,           ,        ,          ,
90    Salisbury,| cheer thy | spirit | with this | comfort;
        T    T    T    ___     __       oo
      Thou shalt not | die | whiles-- |
           ,        ,          ,          ,          ,
      He beck|ons with | his hand | and smiles | on me.
          ,            ,          ,        ,          ,
      As who | should say, | When I | am dead | and gone,
         ,       ,      ,         ,          ,
      Remem|ber to | avenge | me on | the French.
           ,    ,        ,     .    T    T    T    ->
      Planta|genet | I will;| and like thee, Ne||ro,
        ,      2      ,       ,               ,     ,
      Play | on the lute,| behol|ding the / towns burn:
         ,     2         ,         ,          ,   ,
      Wretch|ed shall France | be^on|ly in / my name.
 
[Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens]
             ,         ,          ,         ,          x
      What stir | is this?| what tum|ult's in | the heavens?
         ,    ,               ,      ,          ,
      Whence com/eth this | ala|rum and | the noise?
 
[Enter a Messenger]
 
MESSENGER
           ,         ,           ,            ,         ,
100   My lord,| my lord,| the French | have gath|ered head:
           ,                ,    ,            ,      ,
      The Dau|phin, with / one Joan | la Pu/celle joined,
         ,     ,       ,         ,      ,
      A ho|ly pro|phetess | new ris|en up,
           ,               ,     ,          ,           ,
      Is come | with a / great power | to raise | the siege.
 
[Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans]
 
TALBOT
       __      ,         ,       ,   2             ,
      Hear,| hear how | dying | Salisbury | doth groan!
           ,          ,         ,       ,        ,
      It irks | his heart | he can|not be | revenged.
         ,          ,          ,      ,        ,
      Frenchmen,| I'll be | a Sal|isbury | to you:
          ,         ,        ,              ,   ,
      Pucelle | or puz|zle, Dau|phin* or / dogfish,
              ,            ,      ,              ,        ,
      Your hearts | I'll stamp | out with | my horse|'s heels,
            ,        ,    ,             ,          ,
      And make | a quag|mire of | your min|gled brains.
          ,        ,      ,     ,           ,
110   Convey | me Sal|isbury | into | his tent,
            ,           ,        2       ,          ,         ,
      And then | we'll try | what these^das|tard French|men dare.
 
[Alarum. Exeunt.]

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