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Henry VI part one

Act III, Scene 3

 

The plains near Rouen.
 
[Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces ]
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
          ,           ,        ,         ,     ,
      Dismay | not (prin|ces) at | this ac|cident,
             ,            ,         ,      ,        o
      Nor grieve | that Rouen | is so | recov|ered:
        ,            ,         ,       ,   ,
      Care is | no cure,| but ra|ther cor|rosive,
             ,           ,     ,           ,     ,
      For things | that are | not to | be rem|edied.
            ,       ,       ,        ,        ,
      Let fran|tic Tal|bot tri|umph for | a while
            ,       ,    ,    ,      ,          ,
      And like | a pea|cock sweep along | his tail;  ????
              ,           ,           ,       ,         ,
      We'll pull | his plumes | and take | away | his train,
          ,        ,          ,          ,         ,
      If Dau|phin and | the rest | will be | but ruled.
 
CHARLES
           ,          ,       ,          ,     ,
      We have | been gui|ded by | thee hith|erto,
           ,        ,        ,        ,       ,
10    And of | thy cun|ning had | no dif|fidence:
           ,        ,           ,       ,          ,
      One sud|den foil | shall nev|er breed | distrust.
 
BASTARD OF ORLEANS
              ,         ,         ,       ,     ,
      Search^out | thy wit | for se|cret pol|icies,
           ,          ,          ,         ,            ,
      And we | will make | thee fa|mous through | the world.
 
ALENCON
             ,         ,       ,         ,      ,
      We'll set | thy sta|tue in | some ho|ly place,
            ,          ,     2      ,        ,        ,
      And have | thee rev|erenced like | a bless|ed saint:
          ,           ,      ,    ,                   ,
      Employ | thee then,| sweet vir/gin, for | our good.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
             ,         ,          ,           ,        ,
      Then thus | it must | be; this | doth Joan | devise:
           ,         ,         ,           ,         ,
      By fair | persua|sions mixed | with sug|ared words
           ,        ,          ,        ,      ,
      We will | entice | the Duke | of Bur|gundy
           ,          ,       ,        ,       ,
20    To leave | the Tal|bot and | to fol|low us.
 
CHARLES
           ,       ,         ,        ,          ,
      Aye mar|ry sweet|ing, if | we could | do that,
         ,               ,          ,        ,     ,
      France were | no place | for Hen|ry's war|riors;
       ,                 ,        ,         ,         ,
      Nor should | that na|tion boast | it so | with us,
           ,      ,        ,         ,      ,
      But be | extir|ped from | our pro|vinces.
 
ALENCON
           ,       ,           ,        ,             ,
      For ev|er should | they be | expulsed | from France
           ,          ,      ,        ,        ,
      And not | have ti|tle of | an earl|dom here.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
            ,        ,          ,         ,          ,
      Your hon|ors shall | perceive | how I | will work
           ,           ,       ,         ,      ,
      To bring | this mat|ter to | the wish|ed end.
 
[Drum sounds afar off]
        ,              ,          ,         ,         ,
      Hark, by | the sound | of drum | you may | perceive
               ,          ,         ,     ,       ,
30    Their powers | are mar|ching un|to Par|is-ward.
 
[Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over at a distance, TALBOT and his forces]
              ,         ,         ,         ,         ,
      There goes | the Tal|bot, with | his col|ors spread,
           ,           ,         ,        ,      ,
      And all | the troops | of En|glish af|ter him.
 
[French march. Enter BURGUNDY and forces]
       ,             ,         ,           ,         ,
      Now in | the rear|ward comes | the duke | and his:
       ,            ,       ,          ,        ,
      Fortune | in fa|vor makes | him lag | behind.
       ,          ,        ,          ,          ,
      Summon | a par|ley; we | will talk | with him.
 
[Trumpets sound a parley]
 
CHARLES
         ,        ,          ,        ,      ,
      A par|ley with | the Duke | of Bur|gundy.
 
BURGUNDY
             ,        ,        ,         ,      ,
      Who craves | a par|ley with | the Bur|gundy?
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
            ,          ,            ,           ,      ,
      The prince|ly Charles | of France,| thy coun|tryman.
 
BURGUNDY
             ,             ,           ,       ,          ,
      What sayst | thou Charles?|  For I | am mar|ching hence.
 
CHARLES
        ,        ,              ,           ,          ,
40    Speak Pu|celle, and | enchant | him with | thy words.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
        ,    ,              ,        ,          ,
      Brave Bur/gundy,| undoub|ted hope | of France,
        ,              ,        ,    ,    ,
      Stay, let | thy hum|ble hand|maid speak / to thee.
 
BURGUNDY
             ,        ,       ,      ,    ,
      Speak^on;| but be | not o|ver-ted|ious.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
        ,             ,         ,        ,          ,
      Look on | thy coun|try, look | on fer|tile France,
           ,         ,       ,          ,          ,
      And see | the cit|ies and | the towns | defaced
          ,        ,     ,        ,      ,
      By was|ting ru|in of | the cru|el foe.
           ,          ,       ,        ,       ,
      As looks | the mo|ther on | her low|ly babe
             ,            ,          ,       ,       ,
      When death | doth close | his ten|der dy|ing eyes,
       ,              ,       ,    ,         ,
      See, see | the pin|ing mal|ady | of France;
          ,           ,           ,       ,    2     ,
50    Behold | the wounds,| the most | unnat|ural wounds,
              ,         ,          ,    2     ,         ,
      Which thou | thyself | hast gi|ven her woe|ful breast.
           ,         ,       ,       ,       ,
      Oh turn | thy ed|ged sword | ano|ther way;
         ,                  ,          ,          ,            ,
      Strike those | that hurt,| and hurt | not those | that help.
            ,         ,       ,       2        ,          ,
      One drop | of blood | drawn from thy | country's | bosom
                ,            ,            ,          ,         ,
      Should grieve | thee more | than streams | of for|eign gore:
          ,           ,          ,        ,          ,
      Return | thee there|fore with | a flood | of tears,
            ,       ,         ,          ,        ,
      And wash | away | thy coun|try's stain|ed spots.
 
BURGUNDY
        ,            ,         ,           ,          ,
      Either | she hath | bewitched | me with | her words,
          ,        ,         ,      ,       ,
      Or na|ture makes | me sud|denly | relent.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
          ,            ,            ,         ,           ,
60    Besides,| all French | and France | exclaims | on thee,
        ,              ,          ,       ,     ,
      Doubting | thy birth | and law|ful pro|geny.
             ,             ,     ,      2      ,       ,
      Who jointst | thou with | but with a | lordly | nation
             ,          ,           ,         ,          ,
      That will | not trust | thee but | for pro|fit's^sake?
            ,        ,          ,        ,          ,
      When Tal|bot hath | set foot|ing once | in France
            ,          ,          ,      ,         ,
      And fash|ioned thee | that in|strument | of ill,
            ,         ,        ,       ,         ,
      Who then | but Eng|lish Hen|ry will | be lord
            ,          ,      ,            ,     ,
      And thou | be thrust | out like | a fu|gitive?
        ,            ,          ,          ,          ,
      Call we | to mind,| and mark | but this | for proof,
           ,          ,        ,    ,         ,
      Was not | the Duke | of Or|leans | thy foe?
           ,        ,        ,        ,     ,
70    And was | he not | in Eng|land pri|soner?
            ,           ,         ,          ,    ,
      But when | they heard | he was | thine^e|nemy,
            ,          ,         ,         ,        ,
      They set | him free | without | his ran|som paid,
           ,         ,      ,        ,           ,
      In spite | of Bur|gundy | and all | his friends.
       ,                 ,          ,           ,      ,
      See then,| thou fightst | against | thy coun|trymen
             ,             ,          ,         ,        ,
      And jointst | with them | will be | thy slaugh|termen.
        T     T    .  T        ,          ,     2     ,
      Come, come, return;| return,| thou wan|dering lord:
         ,                ,           ,          ,           ,
      Charles and | the rest | will take | thee in | their arms.
 
BURGUNDY
      ,       ,                   ,        ,          ,
      I am | vanquished;| these haugh|ty words | of hers
            ,         ,          ,       ,        ,
      Have bat|tered me | like roar|ing can|non-shot,
            ,        ,        ,        ,        ,
80    And made | me al|most yield | upon | my knees.
           ,         ,               ,     ,      ,
      Forgive | me coun|try, and / sweet coun|trymen,
            ,         ,           ,       ,        ,
      And lords | accept | this hear|ty kind | embrace.
          ,       ,         ,         ,          ,
      My for|ces and | my power | of men | are yours:
                ,   ,         ,        ,        ,          ->
      So fare/well Tal|bot; I'll | no lon|ger trust || thee.
 
JOAN LA PUCELLE
        ,        2     ,          ,          ,       ,
      Done | like a French|man: turn,| and turn | again.
 
CHARLES
         Tx     T     T           ,           ,          ,
      Welcome brave duke,| thy friend|ship makes | us fresh.
 
BASTARD OF ORLEANS
            ,       ,     ,    ,                  ,
      And doth | beget | new cour/age in | our breasts.
 
ALENCON
          ,            ,         ,           ,         ,
      Pucelle | hath brave|ly played | her part | in this,
            ,        ,        ,    ,         ,
      And doth | deserve | a cor|onet | of gold.
 
CHARLES
           ,        ,        ,           ,           ,
90    Now let | us on,| my lords,| and join | our powers,
            ,         ,        ,      ,         ,
      And seek | how we | may pre|judice | the foe.
 
[Exeunt]

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