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The ripest fruit first falls.

      — King Richard II, Act II Scene 1

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1

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 1]

Duke of Gloucester

70

Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
If Henry were recall'd to life again,
These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.

2

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 3]

(stage directions)

428

[Here they skirmish again]

3

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 4]

Earl of Salisbury

481

Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!
How wert thou handled being prisoner?
Or by what means got'st thou to be released?
Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.

4

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 5]

(stage directions)

576

[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]

5

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 5]

(stage directions)

594

[They fight again]

6

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 5]

Edmund Mortimer

1140

I will, if that my fading breath permit
And death approach not ere my tale be done.
Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,
Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,
The first-begotten and the lawful heir,
Of Edward king, the third of that descent:
During whose reign the Percies of the north,
Finding his usurpation most unjust,
Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:
The reason moved these warlike lords to this
Was, for that—young King Richard thus removed,
Leaving no heir begotten of his body—
I was the next by birth and parentage;
For by my mother I derived am
From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son
To King Edward the Third; whereas he
From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,
Being but fourth of that heroic line.
But mark: as in this haughty attempt
They laboured to plant the rightful heir,
I lost my liberty and they their lives.
Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,
Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,
Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived
From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,
Marrying my sister that thy mother was,
Again in pity of my hard distress
Levied an army, weening to redeem
And have install'd me in the diadem:
But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl
And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,
In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.

7

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 1]

(stage directions)

1302

[A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor]

8

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 1]

(stage directions)

1320

[Skirmish again]

9

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 1]

(stage directions)

1333

[Begin again]

10

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Charles, King of France

1461

Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!
And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.

11

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Joan la Pucelle

1494

Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?
I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast
Before he'll buy again at such a rate:
'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?

12

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury

1505

Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,
Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!
Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age
And twit with cowardice a man half dead?
Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,
Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.

13

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury

1530

And there will we be too, ere it be long,
Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!
Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,
Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,
Either to get the town again or die:
And I, as sure as English Henry lives
And as his father here was conqueror,
As sure as in this late-betrayed town
Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried,
So sure I swear to get the town or die.

14

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Sir John Fastolfe

1563

Whither away! to save myself by flight:
We are like to have the overthrow again.

15

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury

1580

Lost, and recover'd in a day again!
This is a double honour, Burgundy:
Yet heavens have glory for this victory!

16

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 3]

Joan la Pucelle

1695

[Aside] Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!

17

Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 3]

Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester)

2028

Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,
That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?

18

Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 5]

John Talbot

2153

He that flies so will ne'er return again.

19

Henry VI, Part I
[V, 2]

Charles, King of France

2423

These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:
'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt
And turn again unto the warlike French.

20

Henry VI, Part I
[V, 3]

Earl of Suffolk

2512

An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.
Be not offended, nature's miracle,
Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:
So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,
Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.
Yet, if this servile usage once offend.
Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.
[She is going]
O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;
My hand would free her, but my heart says no
As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,
Twinkling another counterfeited beam,
So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.
Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:
I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.
Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;
Hast not a tongue? is she not here?
Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?
Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,
Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.

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