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Henry VI, Part I
[I, 1] |
Duke of Bedford |
5 |
Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
And with them scourge the bad revolting stars
That have consented unto Henry's death!
King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
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2 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 1] |
Winchester |
32 |
He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day
So dreadful will not be as was his sight.
The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
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3 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 1] |
Duke of Gloucester |
37 |
The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,
His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
None do you like but an effeminate prince,
Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
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4 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 1] |
Winchester |
114 |
What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
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5 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 1] |
Messenger |
164 |
So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;
The English army is grown weak and faint:
The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
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6 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 2] |
Charles, King of France |
191 |
Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
So in the earth, to this day is not known:
Late did he shine upon the English side;
Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
What towns of any moment but we have?
At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.
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7 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 2] |
Reignier |
234 |
I think, by some odd gimmors or device
Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;
Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.
By my consent, we'll even let them alone.
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8 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 2] |
Duke of Alencon |
238 |
Be it so.
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9 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 2] |
Charles, King of France |
306 |
Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:
Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:
'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.
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10 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 2] |
Duke of Alencon |
318 |
Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;
Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.
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11 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 3] |
First Warder |
356 |
[Within] Who's there that knocks so imperiously?
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12 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 3] |
First Serving-Man |
359 |
Villains, answer you so the lord protector?
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13 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 3] |
First Warder |
360 |
[Within] The Lord protect him! so we answer him:
We do no otherwise than we are will'd.
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14 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 4] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
485 |
The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner
Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;
For him was I exchanged and ransomed.
But with a baser man of arms by far
Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:
Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,
Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.
In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.
But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,
Whom with my bare fists I would execute,
If I now had him brought into my power.
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15 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 4] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
497 |
With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.
In open market-place produced they me,
To be a public spectacle to all:
Here, said they, is the terror of the French,
The scarecrow that affrights our children so.
Then broke I from the officers that led me,
And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,
To hurl at the beholders of my shame:
My grisly countenance made others fly;
None durst come near for fear of sudden death.
In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;
So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,
That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,
And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:
Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,
That walked about me every minute-while;
And if I did but stir out of my bed,
Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.
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16 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 5] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
590 |
Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage
And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.
But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
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17 |
Henry VI, Part I
[I, 5] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
603 |
My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;
I know not where I am, nor what I do;
A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,
Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:
So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
Are from their hives and houses driven away.
They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;
Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.
[A short alarum]
Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,
Or tear the lions out of England's coat;
Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:
Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.
[Alarum. Here another skirmish]
It will not be: retire into your trenches:
You all consented unto Salisbury's death,
For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,
In spite of us or aught that we could do.
O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
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18 |
Henry VI, Part I
[II, 1] |
Duke of Burgundy |
684 |
Traitors have never other company.
But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
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19 |
Henry VI, Part I
[II, 1] |
Duke of Bedford |
687 |
A maid! and be so martial!
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20 |
Henry VI, Part I
[II, 1] |
Duke of Alencon |
710 |
How now, my lords! what, all unready so?
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