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Henry VI part one

Act I, Scene 5

 

The same.
 
[Here an alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them then re-enter TALBOT]
 
TALBOT
        ,               ,          ,       ,         ,
      Where is | my strength,| my va|lor, and | my force?
           ,          ,         ,       ,        ,         2->
      Our En|glish troops | retire,| I can|not stay || them:
         ,       ,        ,       ,     2
      A wom|an clad | in ar|mor chas|eth them.
 
      [Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE]
        T     T   .    T            ,        ,           ,
      Here, here she^comes.| I'll have | a bout | with thee;
       ,          ,        ,          ,         ,
      Devil | or dev|il's dam,| I'll con|jure thee:
        ,              ,         ,          ,        ,
      Blood will | I draw | on thee,| thou art | a witch,
             ,           ,          ,        ,            ,
      And straight|way give | thy soul | to him | thou servst.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
             ,           ,    ,     ,      2      ,
      Come come, | 'tis on|ly I | that must^dis|grace thee.
 
      [Here they fight]
 
TALBOT
         x                ,        ,     ,           ,
      Heavens, can | you suf|fer hell | so to | prevail?
            ,            ,             ,        ,        ,      2->
10    My breast | I'll burst | with strain|ing of | my cour||age
            ,         ,          ,          ,      ,      o
      And from | my shoul|ders crack | my arms | asun|der,
          ,     T    T   T           ,    ,         ,
      But I | will chastise | this high-|minded | strumpet.  (hex with prev)
 
      [They fight again]
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
       ,             ,          ,        ,          ,
      Talbot | farewell;| thy hour | is not | yet come:
          ,        ,    2   ,    ,          ,
      I must | go vic|tual Or|leans | forthwith.
 
      [A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers]
           ,        ,          ,         ,            ,
      Oretake | me if | thou canst,| I scorn | thy strength.
       T   T    T       2      ,       ,       ,
      Go, go, cheer | up thy hung|ry-starv|ed men;
        ,   ,                ,         ,      ,
      Help Sal/isbury | to make | his tes|tament:
            ,         ,        ,      ,           ,
      This^day | is ours,| as ma|ny more | shall be.
 
      [Exit]
 
TALBOT
             ,            ,        ,       ,          ,
      My thoughts | are whir|led like | a pot|ter's wheel;
          ,          ,        ,         ,       ,
20    I know | not where | I am,| nor what | I do;
          ,          ,          ,           ,     ,
      A witch | by fear,| not force,| like Han|nibal,
         T     T   .     T          ,         ,         ,
      Drives back our troops | and con|quers as | she lists:
           ,           ,           ,           ,          ,
      So bees | with smoke | and doves | with noi|some stench
            ,            ,          ,       ,     2   ,
      Are from | their hives | and hou|ses dri|ven away.
              ,         ,           ,         ,         ,
      They called | us for | our fierce|ness Eng|lish dogs;
            ,          ,         ,       ,       ,
      Now like | to whelps,| we cry|ing run | away.
 
      [A short alarum]
        ,    ,             ,          ,          ,
      Hark coun/trymen, | either | renew | the fight,
           ,         ,      ,        ,           ,
      Or tear | the li|ons out | of En|gland's coat;
           ,            ,           ,         ,        ,
      Renounce | your soil,| give sheep | in li|ons' stead:
        T    T   T      ,         ,    2        ,           ,  ->
30    Sheep run not | half so | treacherous | from the || wolf,
             ,         ,       ,         ,
      Or | horse or | oxen | from the | leopard,
          ,     ,               ,       ,       ,
      As you | fly from | your oft-|subdu|ed slaves.
 
      [Alarum. Here another skirmish]
           ,         ,       ,     ,  2         ,
      It will | not be:| retire | into your | trenches:
           ,        ,       ,     ,     2       ,
      You all | consen|ted un|to Sal|isbury's death,
            ,             ,          ,         ,       ,
      For none | would strike | a stroke | in his | revenge.
          ,         ,        ,     ,    ,
      Pucelle | is en|tered in|to Or|leans,
           ,         ,        ,           ,          ,
      In spite | of us | or aught | that we | could do.
          ,         ,        ,          ,      ,
      O would | I were | to die | with Sal|isbury,
            ,          ,          ,         ,         ,
      The shame | hereof,| will make | me hide | my head.
 
[Alarum; retreat; flourish. Exit]

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