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1

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 2]

(stage directions)

260

[Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE]

2

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 2]

(stage directions)

302

[Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes]

3

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 4]

Messenger

562

My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:
The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,
A holy prophetess new risen up,
Is come with a great power to raise the siege.

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]

Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury

580

Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:
A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
[Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE]
Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee;
Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:
Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,
And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.

6

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 6]

(stage directions)

627

[Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES,]
REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers]

7

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 6]

Joan la Pucelle

629

Advance our waving colours on the walls;
Rescued is Orleans from the English
Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.

8

Henry VI, Part I
[I, 6]

Charles, King of France

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.

9

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 1]

(stage directions)

721

[Enter CHARLES and JOAN LA PUCELLE]

10

Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4]

Duke/Earl of Somerset

1011

Away, away, good William de la Pole!
We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.

11

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

(stage directions)

1438

[Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers]
with sacks upon their backs]

12

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Watch

1453

[Within] Qui est la?

13

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Reignier

1466

By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;
Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,
No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.
[Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out a]
torch burning]

14

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury

1484

France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,
If Talbot but survive thy treachery.
Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,
Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,
That hardly we escaped the pride of France.
[Exit]
[An alarum: excursions. BEDFORD, brought in sick]
in a chair. Enter TALBOT and BURGUNDY without:
within JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD OF ORLEANS,
ALENCON, and REIGNIER, on the walls]

15

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2]

Captain

1569

Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
[Exit]
[Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON,]
and CHARLES fly]

16

Henry VI, Part I
[III, 3]

(stage directions)

1604

[Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, JOAN]
LA PUCELLE, and forces]

17

Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 7]

Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury

2270

Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
[Dies]
[Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD OF]
ORLEANS, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces]

18

Henry VI, Part I
[V, 2]

(stage directions)

2421

[Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD OF]
ORLEANS, REIGNIER, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces]

19

Henry VI, Part I
[V, 3]

(stage directions)

2446

[Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE]

20

Henry VI, Part I
[V, 3]

Joan la Pucelle

2447

The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.
Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;
And ye choice spirits that admonish me
And give me signs of future accidents.
[Thunder]
You speedy helpers, that are substitutes
Under the lordly monarch of the north,
Appear and aid me in this enterprise.
[Enter Fiends]
This speedy and quick appearance argues proof
Of your accustom'd diligence to me.
Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd
Out of the powerful regions under earth,
Help me this once, that France may get the field.
[They walk, and speak not]
O, hold me not with silence over-long!
Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,
I'll lop a member off and give it you
In earnest of further benefit,
So you do condescend to help me now.
[They hang their heads]
No hope to have redress? My body shall
Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.
[They shake their heads]
Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice
Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?
Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,
Before that England give the French the foil.
[They depart]
See, they forsake me! Now the time is come
That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest
And let her head fall into England's lap.
My ancient incantations are too weak,
And hell too strong for me to buckle with:
Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.
[Exit]
[Excursions. Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand]
to hand with YORK. JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The
French fly]