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France, before Rouen.
[Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers with sacks upon their
backs]
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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These are | the ci|ty gates,| the gates | of
Rouen,
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Through which | our pol|icy | must make | a
breach.
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Take^heed,| be wa|ry how | you place | your
words,
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Talk like | the vul|gar sort | of mark|et men,
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That come | to gat|her mon|ey for | their corn.
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If we | have en|trance, as | I hope | we shall,
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And that | we find | the sloth|ful watch | but
weak,
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I'll by | a sign | give not|ice to | our friends,
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That Charles | the Dauph|in may | encount|er
them.
FIRST SOLDIER
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Our sacks | shall be | a mean | to sack | the ci||ty,
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And we | be lords | and rul|ers ov|er Rouen,
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Therefore | we'll knock. \\
[Knocks]
WATCH [Within]
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Qui la.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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Paysans
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Poor* mark|et folks | that come | to sell | their
corn.
WATCH
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Enter,| go in,| the mark|et bell | is rung.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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Now Rouen,| I'll shake | thy bul|warks to | the
ground.
[Exeunt. Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, REIGNIER, and
forces]
CHARLES
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Saint^Den|nis bless | this hap|py stra|tagem,
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And once | again | we'll sleep | secure | in
Rouen.
BASTARD OF ORLEANS
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Here^ent|ered Pu/celle, and | her prac|tisants:
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Now she | is there,| how will | she spe|cify?
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Here is | the best | and sa|fest pas|sage in.
REIGNIER
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By thrust|ing out | a torch | from yond|er tower,
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Which once | discerned,| shows that | her
mean|ing is,
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No way | to that (for weak|ness) which | she
en||tered.
[Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out a torch burning]
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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Behold,| this is | the hap|py wed|ding torch,
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That join|eth Rouen | unto | her count|rymen,
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But burn|ing fat|al to | the Tal|botites.
[Exit]
BASTARD OF ORLEANS
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See nob|le Charles | the bea|con of | our friend,
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The burn|ing torch | in yond|er tur|ret stands.
CHARLES
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Now shine | it like | a com|et of | revenge,
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A proph|et to | the fall | of all | our foes.
REIGNIER
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Defer | no time,| delays | have dang|erous ends,
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Enter | and cry, | The Dauph|in, pres|ently,
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And then | do ex|ecu|tion on | the watch.
[Alarum. Exeunt. An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion]
TALBOT
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France, thou | shalt rue | this treas|on with |
thy tears,
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If Tal|bot but | survive | thy treach|ery.
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Pucelle | that witch,| that damn|ed sor|ceress,
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Hath wrought | this hel|lish mis|chief un|awares,
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That hard|ly we | escaped | the pride | of France.
[Exit. An alarum: excursions. BEDFORD, brought in sick in a chair. Enter
TALBOT and BURGUNDY without: within JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD OF
ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, on the walls]
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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Good mor|row gal|lants, want | ye corn | for
bread?
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I think | the Duke | of Burg|undy | will fast,
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Before | he'll buy | again | at such | a rate.
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'Twas full | of dar|nel: do | you like | the
taste?
BURGUNDY
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Scoff on vile | fiend, and | shameless |
courtesan,
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I trust | ere long | to choke | thee with |
thine^own,
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And make | thee curse | the harv|est of | that
corn.
CHARLES
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Your grace | may starve |(perhaps)| before | that
time.
BEDFORD
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Oh let | no words,| but deeds,| revenge | this
treason.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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What will | you do,| good grey-beard?|
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Break a | lance, and | run a | tilt at |
Death,
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With||in a | chair. \\
TALBOT
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Foul fiend of France,| and hag | of all
| despite,
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Encomp|assed with | thy lust|ful par|amours,
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Becomes | it thee | to taunt | his val|iant age,
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And twit | with cow|ardice | a man | half dead?
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Damsel,| I'll have | a bout | with you | again,
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Or else | let Tal|bot per|ish with | this shame.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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Are ye so | hot, sir:| yet Pu/celle hold | thy peace,
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If Tal|bot do | but thund|er, rain | will fol||low.
[The English whisper together in council.]
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God | speed the | parliament:| who shall | be the
speak||er?
TALBOT
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Dare | ye come | forth, and | meet us | in the
field?
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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Belike | your lord|ship takes | us then | for
fools,
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To try | if that | our own | be ours,| or no.
TALBOT
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I speak | not to | that rai|ling Hec|ate,
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But un|to thee | Alen|con, and | the rest.
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Will ye,| like sol|diers, come | and fight | it
out?
ALENCON
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Signior | no.
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Signior,| hang: base mule|ters of
France,
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Like peas|ant foot-|boys do | they keep | the walls,
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And dare | not take | up arms,| like gent|lemen.
JOAN LA PUCELLE
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Away | captains,| let's get | us from | the
walls,
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For Tal|bot means | no good|ness by | his looks.
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Goodbye | my lord,| we came | but to | tell you
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That we | are here. \\
[Exeunt from the walls]
TALBOT
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And there | will we | be too,| ere it | be long,
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Or else | reproach | be Tal|bot's great|est fame.
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Vow Bur/gundy,| by hon|or of | thy house,
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Pricked on | by pub|lic wrongs | sustained | in
France,
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Either | to get | the town | again,| or die.
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And I,| as sure | as Eng|lish Hen|ry lives,
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And as | his fath|er here | was con|queror;
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As sure | as in | this late-|betray|ed town,
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Great Coeur-de-li|on's heart | was bur|ied,
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So sure | I swear,| to get | the town,| or die.
BURGUNDY
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My vows are e|qual part|ners with / thy vows.
TALBOT
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But ere | we go,| regard | this dy|ing prince,
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The val|iant Duke | of Bed|ford: Come | my lord,
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We will | bestow | you in | some bet|ter place,
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Fitter | for sick|ness, and | for cra|zy age.
BEDFORD
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Lord Tal|bot, do | not so | dishon|or me:
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Here will | I sit | before | the walls | of Rouen,
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And will | be part|ner of | your weal | or woe.
BURGUNDY
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Coura|geous Bed|ford, let | us now | persuade ||
you.
BEDFORD
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Not | to be gone | from hence:| for once | I read,
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That stout | Pendrag/on, in | his lit|ter sick,
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Came to | the field,| and van|quished | his foes.
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Methinks | I should | revive | the sol|diers'
hearts,
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Because | I ev|er found | them as | myself.
TALBOT
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Undaunt|ed spirit | in a dy|ing breast,
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Then be || it so:| heavens | keep old Bed|ford
safe.
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And now | no more | ado,| brave Bur/gundy,
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But gath|er we | our for|ces out | of hand,
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And set | upon | our boast|ing en|emy.
[Exeunt all but BEDFORD and Attendants. An alarum: excursions. Enter
FALSTAFF and a Captain]
CAPTAIN
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Whither a|way Sir | John Falstaff,| in such
haste?
FALSTAFF
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Whither | away?| to save | myself | by flight,
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We are like | to have | the ov|erthrow | again.
CAPTAIN
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What? will | you fly,| and leave | Lord^Tal|bot?
FALSTAFF
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Aye,|| all the | Talbots | in the world,| to
save | my life.
[Exit]
CAPTAIN
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Cowardly | knight, ill for|tune fol|low thee.
[Exit. Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON, and CHARLES fly]
BEDFORD
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Now quiet soul,| depart | when heav|en please,
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For I | have seen | our en|emies'^ov|erthrow.
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What is | the trust | or strength | of fool|ish
man?
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They that | of late | were dar|ing with | their
scoffs,
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Are glad | and fain | by flight | to save |
themselves.
[BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair. An alarum. Enter
TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest]
TALBOT
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Lost, and | recov|ered in | a day | again,
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This is | a doub|le hon|or, Burg|undy:
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Yet heav/ens have | glory | for this | victory.
BURGUNDY
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Warlike | and mar|tial Tal|bot, Burg|undy
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Enshrines | thee in | his heart,| and there | erects
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Thy nob|le deeds,| as val|or's mon|uments.
TALBOT
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Thanks gentle duke:| But where | is Pu/celle now?
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I think | her old | famil|iar is | asleep.
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Now where's | the bast|ard's braves,| and Charles
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What all | amort?| Rouen hangs her head | for
grief,
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That such | a val|iant comp|any | are fled.
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Now will | we take | some^ord|er in | the town,
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Placing | therein | some^ex|pert of|ficers,
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And then | depart | to Par|is, to | the king,
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For there | young Hen/ry with | his nob|les lie.
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What wills | Lord Talbot, please|th Burg|undy.
TALBOT
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But yet | before | we go,| let's not | forget
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The nob|le Duke | of Bed|ford, late | deceased,
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But see | his ex|equies | fulfilled | in Rouen,
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A brav|er sol|dier nev|er couch|ed lance,
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A gent|ler heart | did nev|er sway | in court.
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But kings | and might|iest pot|entates | must
die,
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For that's | the end | of hum|an mis|ery.
[Exeunt]