{"product_id":"henry-vi-part-1-isbn-9780140714654","title":"Henry VI, Part 1","description":"\u003cb\u003eThe acclaimed Pelican Shakespeare series edited by A. R. Braunmuller and Stephen Orgel\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e  \u003cbr\u003e The legendary Pelican Shakespeare series features authoritative and meticulously researched texts paired with scholarship by renowned Shakespeareans. Each book includes an essay on the theatrical world of Shakespeare’s time, an introduction to the individual play, and a detailed note on the text used. Updated by general editors Stephen Orgel and A. R. Braunmuller, these easy-to-read editions incorporate over thirty years of Shakespeare scholarship undertaken since the original series, edited by Alfred Harbage, appeared between 1956 and 1967. 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Readers trust the series to provide authoritative texts enhanced by introductions and notes by distinguished scholars and contemporary authors, as well as up-to-date translations by award-winning translators.“Gorgeous new Shakespeare paperbacks.” \u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—Marlon James, author of \u003ci\u003eA Brief History of Seven Killings\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“I have been using the Pelican Shakespeare for years in my lecture course--it's invaluable, the best individual-volume series available for students.”\u003cb\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003eMarjorie Garber, William R. Kenan, Jr. Professor of English and Visual and Environmental Studies, Harvard University\u003ci\u003e \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eWilliam Shakespeare \u003c\/b\u003ewas born in Stratford-upon-Avon in April, 1564, and his birth is traditionally celebrated on April 23. The facts of his life, known from surviving documents, are sparse. He died on April 23, 1616, and was buried in Holy Trinity Church, Stratford. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eA. R.\u003c\/b\u003e \u003cb\u003eBraunmuller \u003c\/b\u003eis Distinguished Professor of English and Comparative Literature at the University of California at Los Angeles. He has written critical volumes on George Peele and George Chapman and has edited plays in both the Oxford (\u003ci\u003eKing John\u003c\/i\u003e) and Cambridge (\u003ci\u003eMacbeth\u003c\/i\u003e) series of Shakespeare editions. He is also general editor of The New Cambridge Shakespeare. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003eStephen Orgel \u003c\/b\u003eis the Jackson Eli Reynolds Professor of the Humanities at Stanford University and general editor of the Cambridge Studies in Renaissance Literature and Culture. His books include \u003ci\u003eImagining Shakespeare\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eThe Authentic Shakespeare\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eImpersonations: The Performance of Gender in Shakespeare’s England\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eThe Illusion of Power\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cb\u003eThe First Part of        Henry the Sixth\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ¥    I.1 Dead march. Enter the funeral of King Henry the Fifth,      attended on by the Duke of Bedford, Humphrey Duke of Gloucester,      the Duke of Exeter, the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchester,      and the Duke of Somerset.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bedford\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hung be the heavens with black! Yield, day, to night!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Comets, importing change of times and states,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 2\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And with them scourge the bad revolting stars\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 4\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That have consented unto Henry's death-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e gloucester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e England ne'er had a king until his time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Virtue he had, deserving to command.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 9\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His brandished sword did blind men with his beams.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 10\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e More dazzled and drove back his enemies\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Than midday sun, fierce bent against their faces.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What should I say? His deeds exceed all speech.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He ne'er lift up his hand but conquerd.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 16\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e exeter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We mourn in black; why mourn we not in blood?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 17\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Henry is dead, and never shall revive.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Upon a wooden coffin we attend,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And death's dishonorable victory\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 20\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We with our stately presence glorify,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Like captives bound to a triumphant car.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 22\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What, shall we curse the planets of mishap,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Or shall we think the subtle-witted French\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By magic verses have contrived his end?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bishop of winchester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He was a king blessed of the King of Kings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Unto the French, the dreadful judgment day\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So dreadful will not be as was his sight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 30\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The battles of the Lord of Hosts he fought.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The church's prayers made him so prosperous.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 32\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e gloucester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The church? Where is it? Had not churchmen prayed,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 33\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His thread of life had not so soon decayed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e None do you like but an effeminate prince,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Whom like a schoolboy you may overawe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bishop of winchester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art Protector,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And lookest to command the prince and realm.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Thy wife is proud: she holdeth thee in awe,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 39\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e More than God or religious churchmen may.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 40\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e gloucester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Except it be to pray against thy foes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bedford\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in peace.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 44\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Let's to the altar. Heralds, wait on us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Exeunt Warwick, Somerset,       and Heralds with coffin.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 46\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Posterity, await for wretched years,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 48\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When, at their mothers' moistened eyes, babes shall suck,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Our isle be made a marish of salt tears,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 50\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And none but women left to wail the dead.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Prosper this realm; keep it from civil broils;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 53\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Combat with adverse planets in the heavens.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A far more glorious star thy soul will make\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Than Julius Caesar or bright-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enter a Messenger.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e messenger\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My honorable lords, health to you all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Guyenne, Compigne, Rouen, Rheims, OrlŽans,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 60\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Paris, Gisors, Poitiers are all quite lost.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bedford\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What sayst thou, man, before dead Henry's corpse?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 64\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e gloucester To the Messenger\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Is Paris lost? Is Rouen yielded up?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If Henry were recalled to life again,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e exeter To the Messenger\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e How were they lost? What treachery was used?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e messenger\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No treachery, but want of men and money.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Amongst the soldiers this is mutterd:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 70\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That here you maintain several factions,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And whilst a field should be dispatched and fought,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 72\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e You are disputing of your generals.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 73\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 75\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A third thinks, without expense at all,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By guileful fair words peace may be obtained.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Awake, awake, English nobility!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Let not sloth dim your honors new-begot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cropped are the flower-de-luces in your arms;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 80\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Of England's coat, one half is cut away.Exit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e exeter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Were our tears wanting to this funeral,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 82\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e These tidings would call forth her flowing tides.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 83\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bedford\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Me they concern; Regent I am of France.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Give me my steeld coat. I'll fight for France.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He removes his mourning robe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Wounds will I lend the French, instead of eyes,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 87\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To weep their intermissive miseries.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 88\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enter to them another Messenger, with letters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e second messenger\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lords, view these letters, full of bad mischance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e France is revolted from the English quite,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 90\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Except some petty towns of no import.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Dauphin Charles is crownd king in Rheims;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Bastard of OrlŽans with him is joined;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RenŽ, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Duke of Alenon flieth to his side.Exit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e exeter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The dauphin crownd king? All fly to him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e gloucester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bedford\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 100\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e An army have I mustered in my thoughts,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Wherewith already France is overrun.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enter another Messenger.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e third messenger\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My gracious lords, to add to your laments,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I must inform you of a dismal fight\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 105\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 106\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bishop of winchester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What, wherein Talbot overcame-is't so?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e third messenger\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e O no, wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 109\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 110\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Retiring from the siege of OrlŽans,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 112\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By three and twenty thousand of the French\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Was round encompassd and set upon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e No leisure had he to enrank his men.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He wanted pikes to set before his archers-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 116\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Instead whereof, sharp stakes plucked out of hedges\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They pitchd in the ground confusdly,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e More than three hours the fight continud,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 120\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Where valiant Talbot above human thought\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enacted wonders with his sword and lance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 123\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Here, there, and everywhere, enraged he slew.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The French exclaimed the devil was in arms:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e All the whole army stood agazed on him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 126\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"A Talbot! A Talbot!\" cried out amain,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 128\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And rushed into the bowels of the battle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Here had the conquest fully been sealed up,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 130\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If Sir John Fastolf had not played the coward.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 131\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He, being in the vanguard placed behind,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 132\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With purpose to relieve and follow them,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hence grew the general wrack and massacre.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 135\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enclosd were they with their enemies.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 136\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A base Walloon, to win the dauphin's grace,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 137\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Whom all France, with their chief assembled strength,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Durst not presume to look once in the face.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 140\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bedford\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Is Talbot slain then? I will slay myself,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For living idly here in pomp and ease\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Unto his dastard foemen is betrayed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e third messenger\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e O no, he lives, but is took prisoner,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Most of the rest slaughtered, or took likewise.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bedford\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His ransom there is none but I shall pay.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 148\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I'll hale the dauphin headlong from his throne;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His crown shall be the ransom of my friend.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 150\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 151\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Farewell, my masters; to my task will I.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To keep our great Saint George's feast withal.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 154\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e third messenger\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So you had need. Fore OrlŽans, besieged,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The English army is grown weak and faint.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 159\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 160\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.Exit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e exeter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Either to quell the dauphin utterly,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bedford\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I do remember it, and here take my leave\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To go about my preparation.Exit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e gloucester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 167\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To view th' artillery and munition,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And then I will proclaim young Henry king. Exit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e exeter\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To Eltham will I, where the young king is,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 170\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Being ordained his special governor,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And for his safety there I'll best devise.Exit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bishop of winchester\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Each hath his place and function to attend;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I am left out; for me, nothing remains.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But long I will not be jack out of office.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The king from Eltham I intend to steal,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.Exit.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 177\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e *\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ¥    I.2 Sound a flourish. Enter Charles the Dauphin,        the Duke of Alenon, and RenŽ Duke of Anjou, marching with Drummer      and Soldiers.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e charles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mars his true moving-even as in the heavens,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So in the earth-to this day is not known.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Late did he shine upon the English side;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 3\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Now we are victors: upon us he smiles.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What towns of any moment but we have?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 5\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At pleasure here we lie near OrlŽans\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Otherwhiles the famished English, like pale ghosts,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 7\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e alenon\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They want their porridge and their fat bull beeves.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 9\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Either they must be dieted like mules,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 10\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And have their provender tied to their mouths,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Or piteous they will look, like drownd mice.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e renŽ\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Let's raise the siege. Why live we idly here?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 13\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 14\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Remaineth none but mad-brained Salisbury,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And he may well in fretting spend his gall:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 16\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Nor men nor money hath he to make war.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 17\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e charles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Sound, sound, alarum! We will rush on them.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 18\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Now for the honor of the forlorn French,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Him I forgive my death that killeth me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 20\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e When he sees me go back one foot or flee.Exeunt.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e *\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e ¥    I.3 Here alarum. The French are beaten back by the English      with great loss. Enter Charles the Dauphin, the Duke of Alenon,      and RenŽ Duke of Anjou.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e charles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Who ever saw the like? What men have I?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dogs, cowards, dastards! I would ne'er have fled,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But that they left me 'midst my enemies.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e renŽ\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Salisbury is a desperate homicide.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He fighteth as one weary of his life.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The other lords, like lions wanting food,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 7\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e alenon\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Froissart, a countryman of ours, records\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 8\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e England all Olivers and Rolands bred\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 9\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e During the time Edward the Third did reign.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 10\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e More truly now may this be verified,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For none but Samsons and Goliases\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 12\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lean raw-boned rascals, who would e'er suppose\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 14\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They had such courage and audacity?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e charles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Let's leave this town, for they are harebrained slaves,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And hunger will enforce them to be more eager.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 17\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Of old I know them: rather with their teeth\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The walls they'll tear down, than forsake the siege.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e renŽ\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I think by some odd gimmers or device\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 20\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Their arms are set, like clocks, still to strike on,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 21\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By my consent we'll even let them alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e alenon \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Be it so.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enter the Bastard of OrlŽans.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bastard\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e charles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Bastard of OrlŽans, thrice welcome to us.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e bastard\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appalled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 27\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Hath the late overthrow wrought this offense?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Be not dismayed, for succor is at hand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e A holy maid hither with me I bring,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 30\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Which, by a vision sent to her from heaven,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ordaind is to raise this tedious siege\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And drive the English forth the bounds of France.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 35\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What's past and what's to come she can descry.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Speak: shall I call her in? Believe my words,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e For they are certain and unfallible.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e charles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Go call her in.Exit Bastard.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e         But first, to try her skill,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RenŽ stand thou as dauphin in my place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 40\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 42\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Enter the Bastard of OrlŽans with Joan la Pucelle, armed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e renŽ As Charles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e joan\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RenŽ, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Where is the dauphin? (To Charles) Come, come from behind.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I know thee well, though never seen before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Be not amazed. There's nothing hid from me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In private will I talk with thee apart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Stand back you lords, and give us leave awhile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e RenŽ, Alenon, and Bastard stand apart.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e renŽ To Alenon and Bastard\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She takes upon her bravely, at first dash.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 50\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e joan\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My wit untrained in any kind of art.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 53\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e To shine on my contemptible estate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And to sun's parching heat displayed my cheeks,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e God's mother deignd to appear to me,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And in a vision, full of majesty,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Willed me to leave my base vocation\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And free my country from calamity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 60\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Her aid she promised, and assured success.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In complete glory she revealed herself-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And whereas I was black and swart before,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 63\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e With those clear rays which she infused on me\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 64\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e That beauty am I blessed with, which you may see.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Ask me what question thou canst possible,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And I will answer unpremeditated.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Resolve on this: thou shalt be fortunate,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 70\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 71\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e charles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Thou hast astonished me with thy high terms.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 72\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Only this proof I'll of thy valor make:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 73\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In single combat thou shalt buckle with me.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 74\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e An if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 75\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Otherwise, I renounce all confidence.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 76\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e joan\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e I am prepared. Here is my keen-edged sword,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Decked with five flower-de-luces on each side-\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The which at Touraine, in Saint Katherine's churchyard,\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 80\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e charles\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Then come a God's name. I fear no woman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 81\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e joan\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Here they fight, and Joan la Pucelle overcomes.","brand":"Penguin Classics","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46300438167781,"sku":"NP9780140714654","price":14.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9780140714654.jpg?v=1767728938","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/henry-vi-part-1-isbn-9780140714654","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}