Henry VI, Part I

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. Salisbury Yet tell’st thou not how thou wert entertain’d. Talbot

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.

Enter the Boy with a linstock. Salisbury

I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
But we will be revenged sufficiently.
Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
Here, through this grate, I count each one
and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions
Where is best place to make our battery next.

Gargrave I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords. Glansdale And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge. Talbot

For aught I see, this city must be famish’d,
Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.Here they shoot. Salisbury and Gargrave fall.

Salisbury O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners! Gargrave O Lord, have mercy on me, woeful man! Talbot

What chance is this that suddenly hath cross’d us?
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes and thy cheek’s side struck off!
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
That hath contrived this woeful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o’ercame;
Henry the Fifth he first train’d to the wars;
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
His sword did ne’er leave striking in the field.
Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die whiles⁠—
He beckons with his hand and smiles on me,
As who should say “When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.”
Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched shall France be only in my name. Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens.
What stir is this? what tumult’s in the heavens?
Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?

Enter a Messenger. Messenger

My lord, my lord, the French have gather’d 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. Here Salisbury lifteth himself up and groans.

Talbot

Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!
It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.
Frenchmen, I’ll be a Salisbury to you:
Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,
Your hearts I’ll stamp out with my horse’s heels,
And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.
Convey me Salisbury into his tent,
And then we’ll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare. Alarum. Exeunt.

Scene V

The same.

	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.
Talbot	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 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.
Pucelle	Come, come, ’tis only I that must disgrace thee. Here they fight.
Talbot	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. They fight again.
Pucelle	Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come: I must go victual Orleans forthwith. A short alarum: then enter the town with soldiers. O’ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength. Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men; Help Salisbury to make his testament: This day is ours, as many more shall be. Exit.
Talbot	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. Exit Talbot. Alarum; retreat; flourish.

Scene VI

The same.

Enter, on the walls, La Pucelle,