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Henry VI, Part 1 Scenes


Scene 3

France. The plains near Rouen.

(Charles the Dauphin of France; Bastard of Orléans; Duke of Alanson; Joan de Pucelle; Duke of Burgundy)


Joan convinces the French lords to continue in their faith to her. They all agree, pledging to honor her forever. She plans to convinces the duke of Burgundy to abandon the English and join them, and calls him over to a parley as he passes on his way to Paris. She argues with him on the basis of his being French by birth, and he yields, uncertain whether he has been convinced by logic or bewitched. ( line)

Enter Charles, Bastard, Alanson, Pucelle, and forces.

PUC.

Dismay not, princes, at this accident,

Nor grieve that Roan is so recovered:

Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,

For things that are not to be remedied.

Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while,

And like a peacock sweep along his tail;

We’ll pull his plumes and take away his train,

If Dauphin and the rest will be but rul’d.

CHAR.

We have been guided by thee hitherto,

And of thy cunning had no diffidence;

One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.

BAST.

Search out thy wit for secret policies,

And we will make thee famous through the world.

ALAN.

We’ll set thy statue in some holy place,

And have thee reverenc’d like a blessed saint.

Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.

PUC.

Then thus it must be, this doth Joan devise:

By fair persuasions, mix’d with sug’red words,

We will entice the Duke of Burgundy

To leave the Talbot and to follow us.

CHAR.

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.

ALAN.

Forever should they be expuls’d from France,

And not have title of an earldom here.

PUC.

Your honors shall perceive how I will work

To bring this matter to the wished end.

Drum sounds afar off.

Hark, by the sound of drum you may perceive

Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.

Here sound an English march.

There goes the Talbot, with his colors spread,

And all the troops of English after him.

French march.

Now in the rearward comes the Duke and his.

Fortune in favor makes him lag behind.

Summon a parley, we will talk with him.

Trumpets sound a parley.

Enter the Duke of Burgundy and forces.

CHAR.

A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!

BUR.

Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?

PUC.

The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.

BUR.

What say’st thou, Charles? For I am marching hence.

CHAR.

Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.

PUC.

Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France,

Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.

BUR.

Speak on, but be not over-tedious.

PUC.

Look on thy country, look on fertile France,

And see the cities and the towns defac’d

By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.

As looks the mother on her lowly babe

When death doth close his tender-dying eyes,

See, see the pining malady of France!

Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,

Which thou thyself hast given her woeful breast.

O, turn the edged sword another way,

Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.

One drop of blood drawn from thy country’s bosom

Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore.

Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,

And wash away thy country’s stained spots.

BUR.

Either she hath bewitch’d me with her words,

Or nature makes me suddenly relent.

PUC.

Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,

Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.

Who join’st thou with, but with a lordly nation

That will not trust thee but for profit’s sake?

When Talbot hath set footing once in France

And fashion’d thee that instrument of ill,

Who then but English Henry will be lord,

And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?

Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof:

Was not the Duke of Orleance thy foe?

And was he not in England prisoner?

But when they heard he was thine enemy,

They set him free without his ransom paid,

In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.

See then, thou fight’st against thy countrymen

And join’st with them will be thy slaughter-men.

Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord!

Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.

BUR.

Aside.BUR.

I am vanquished. These haughty words of hers

Have batt’red me like roaring cannon-shot,

And made me almost yield upon my knees.—

Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,

And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace.

My forces and my power of men are yours.

So farewell, Talbot, I’ll no longer trust thee.

PUC.

Aside.PUC.

Done like a Frenchman—turn and turn again!

CHAR.

Welcome, brave Duke, thy friendship makes us fresh.

BAST.

And doth beget new courage in our breasts.

ALAN.

Pucelle hath bravely play’d her part in this,

And doth deserve a coronet of gold.

CHAR.

Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,

And seek how we may prejudice the foe.

Exeunt.

 
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