Speeches (Lines) for Charles, King of France
in "Henry VI, Part I"

Total: 41

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1

I,2,191

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.

2

I,2,208

Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
Him I forgive my death that killeth me
When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
[Exeunt]
[Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English]
with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER]

3

I,2,215

Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
But that they left me 'midst my enemies.

4

I,2,230

Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
Of old I know them; rather with their teeth
The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.

5

I,2,241

Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.

6

I,2,254

Go, call her in.
[Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS]
But first, to try her skill,
Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:
Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:
By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.

7

I,2,290

Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:
Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,
In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,
And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;
Otherwise I renounce all confidence.

8

I,2,300

Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.

9

I,2,303

Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon
And fightest with the sword of Deborah.

10

I,2,306

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.

11

I,2,316

Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.

12

I,2,327

What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.

13

I,2,339

Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?
Thou with an eagle art inspired then.
Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.
Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,
How may I reverently worship thee enough?

14

I,2,348

Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:
No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.

15

I,6,632

Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,
How shall I honour thee for this success?
Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens
That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.
France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!
Recover'd is the town of Orleans:
More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.

16

I,6,645

'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;
For which I will divide my crown with her,
And all the priests and friars in my realm
Shall in procession sing her endless praise.
A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear
Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:
In memory of her when she is dead,
Her ashes, in an urn more precious
Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,
Transported shall be at high festivals
Before the kings and queens of France.
No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,
But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.
Come in, and let us banquet royally,
After this golden day of victory.

17

II,1,722

Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,
Make us partakers of a little gain,
That now our loss might be ten times so much?

18

II,1,732

Duke of Alencon, this was your default,
That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.

19

II,1,740

And, for myself, most part of all this night,
Within her quarter and mine own precinct
I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
About relieving of the sentinels:
Then how or which way should they first break in?

20

III,2,1461

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

21

III,2,1477

Now shine it like a comet of revenge,
A prophet to the fall of all our foes!

22

III,2,1501

Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.

23

III,3,1614

We have been guided by thee hitherto,
And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

24

III,3,1626

Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
France were no place for Henry's warriors;
Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
But be extirped from our provinces.

25

III,3,1646

A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!

26

III,3,1650

Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.

27

III,3,1696

Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.

28

III,3,1700

Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
And seek how we may prejudice the foe.

29

IV,7,2288

Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,
We should have found a bloody day of this.

30

IV,7,2304

O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
[Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the]
French preceding]

31

IV,7,2310

On what submissive message art thou sent?

32

IV,7,2315

For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.
But tell me whom thou seek'st.

33

IV,7,2348

Go, take their bodies hence.

34

IV,7,2351

So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.
And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:
All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.

35

V,2,2423

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

36

V,2,2433

What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.

37

V,2,2437

Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;
But we will presently provide for them.

38

V,2,2444

Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!

39

V,4,2791

Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
We come to be informed by yourselves
What the conditions of that league must be.

40

V,4,2813

'Tis known already that I am possess'd
With more than half the Gallian territories,
And therein reverenced for their lawful king:
Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
Detract so much from that prerogative,
As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
That which I have than, coveting for more,
Be cast from possibility of all.

41

V,4,2841

It shall;
Only reserved, you claim no interest
In any of our towns of garrison.

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