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Henry VI, Part 1 - Act 1, scene 5
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Act 1, scene 5
Talbot attacks, fights Pucelle, fails to defeat her, and accuses her of witchcraft. The English, defeated, retreat.Here an alarum again, and Talbot pursueth the
Dauphin and driveth him; then enter Joan ⌜la⌝ Pucelle,
driving Englishmen before her. ⌜They cross the stage
and exit.⌝ Then enter Talbot.
0537 Where is my strength, my valor, and my force?
0538 Our English troops retire; I cannot stay them.
0539 A woman clad in armor chaseth them.
Enter Pucelle, ⌜with Soldiers.⌝
0540 Here, here she comes!—I’ll have a bout with thee.
0541 5 Devil or devil’s dam, I’ll conjure thee.
0542 Blood will I draw on thee—thou art a witch—
0543 And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv’st.
0544 Come, come; ’tis only I that must disgrace thee.
Here they fight.
0545 Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
0546 10 My breast I’ll burst with straining of my courage,
0547 And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,
0548 But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.
They fight again.
0549 Talbot, farewell. Thy hour is not yet come.
0550 I must go victual Orleance forthwith.
A short alarum. Then ⌜she prepares to⌝
enter the town with Soldiers.
0551 15 O’ertake me if thou canst. I scorn thy strength.
0552 Go, go, cheer up thy ⌜hunger-starvèd⌝ men.
0553 Help Salisbury to make his testament.
0554 This day is ours, as many more shall be.
She exits ⌜with Soldiers.⌝
0555 My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter’s wheel.
0556 20 I know not where I am nor what I do.
0557 A witch by fear—not force, like Hannibal—
0558 Drives back our troops, and conquers as she lists.
0559 So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench
p. 510560 Are from their hives and houses driven away.
0561 25 They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs;
0562 Now like to whelps we crying run away.
A short alarum. ⌜Enter English soldiers,
chased by French soldiers.⌝
0563 Hark, countrymen, either renew the fight,
0564 Or tear the lions out of England’s coat.
0565 Renounce your soil; give sheep in lions’ stead.
0566 30 Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,
0567 Or horse or oxen from the leopard,
0568 As you fly from your oft-subduèd slaves.
Alarum. Here another skirmish.
0569 It will not be! Retire into your trenches.
0570 You all consented unto Salisbury’s death,
0571 35 For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
0572 Pucelle is entered into Orleance
0573 In spite of us or aught that we could do.
0574 O, would I were to die with Salisbury!
0575 The shame hereof will make me hide my head.
Talbot exits. Alarum. Retreat.