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      <article class="book" id="R.1">
         <header class="book-titlepage">
            <h1>The First Part of Henry the Sixth</h1>
         </header>
         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Westminster Abbey.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Before Orleans.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  London. Before the Tower.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  Orleans.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE V.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE VI.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Before Orleans.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  Orleans. Within the town.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  London. The Temple-garden.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.6">5. SCENE V.  The Tower of London.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  London. The Parliament-house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Before Rouen.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  The plains near Rouen.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  Paris. The palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Paris. A hall of state.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  Before Bourdeaux.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  Plains in Gascony.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  Other plains in Gascony.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.6">5. SCENE V.  The English camp near Bourdeaux.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.7">6. SCENE VI.  A field of battle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.8">7. SCENE VII.  Another part of the field.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  London. The palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Plains in Anjou.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  Before Angiers.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  Camp of the YORK in Anjou.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  London. The palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
               </ul>
            </div>
         </div>
         <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
            <header class="preface-titlepage">
               <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
            </header>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">KING HENRY THE SIXTH</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, uncle to the King, and Protector. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">DUKE OF BEDFORD, uncle to the King, and Regent of France. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of Exeter, great-uncle to the King. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">HENRY BEAUFORT, great-uncle to the King, Bishop of Winchester, and afterwards Cardinal. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl, afterwards Duke, of Somerset. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">RICHARD PLANTAGENET, son of Richard late Earl of Cambridge, afterwards Duke of York.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">EARL OF WARWICK</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">EARL OF SALISBURY</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">EARL OF SUFFOLK</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">LORD TALBOT, afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">JOHN TALBOT, Lord Talbot's son.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">SIR JOHN FASTOLFE</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">SIR WILLIAM LUCY</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Mayor of London</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">WOODVILE, Lieutenant of the Tower.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">VERNON, of the White-Rose or York faction.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">BASSET, of the Red-Rose or Lancaster faction.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">A Lawyer. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Mortimer's Keepers. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King, of France.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and titular King of Naples.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">DUKE OF BURGUNDY</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">DUKE OF ALENCON</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Governor of Paris.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Son. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">General of the French forces in Bourdeaux. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">A French Sergeant. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">A Porter.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">An old Shepherd, father to Joan la Pucelle. </span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">MARGARET, daughter to Reignier, afterwards married to King Henry.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">JOAN LA PUCELLE, commonly called Joan of Arc.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Lords, Warders of the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and Attendants.</span>
            </p>
            <p>
               <span class="personname">Fiends appearing to La Pucelle.</span>
            </p>
            <p>SCENE  Partly in England, and partly in France.</p>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Westminster Abbey.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Before Orleans.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  London. Before the Tower.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  Orleans.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE V.  The same.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE VI.  The same.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Westminster Abbey.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Dead March. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the
Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of
France; GLOUCESTER, Protector; and EXETER, Earl of
WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, &c</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!</div>
                     <div class="line">Comets, importing change of times and states,</div>
                     <div class="line">Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with them scourge the bad revolting stars</div>
                     <div class="line">That have consented unto Henry's death!</div>
                     <div class="line">King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!</div>
                     <div class="line">England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">England ne'er had a king until his time.</div>
                     <div class="line">Virtue he had, deserving to command:</div>
                     <div class="line">His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams:</div>
                     <div class="line">His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;</div>
                     <div class="line">His sparking eyes, replete with wrathful fire,</div>
                     <div class="line">More dazzled and drove back his enemies</div>
                     <div class="line">Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.</div>
                     <div class="line">What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:</div>
                     <div class="line">He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?</div>
                     <div class="line">Henry is dead and never shall revive:</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon a wooden coffin we attend,</div>
                     <div class="line">And death's dishonourable victory</div>
                     <div class="line">We with our stately presence glorify,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like captives bound to a triumphant car.</div>
                     <div class="line">What! shall we curse the planets of mishap</div>
                     <div class="line">That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or shall we think the subtle-witted French</div>
                     <div class="line">Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him</div>
                     <div class="line">By magic verses have contrived his end?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day</div>
                     <div class="line">So dreadful will not be as was his sight.</div>
                     <div class="line">The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:</div>
                     <div class="line">The church's prayers made him so prosperous.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">None do you like but an effeminate prince,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector</div>
                     <div class="line">And lookest to command the prince and realm.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,</div>
                     <div class="line">More than God or religious churchmen may.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,</div>
                     <div class="line">And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st</div>
                     <div class="line">Except it be to pray against thy foes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:</div>
                     <div class="line">Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:</div>
                     <div class="line">Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.</div>
                     <div class="line">Posterity, await for wretched years,</div>
                     <div class="line">When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">And none but women left to wail the dead.</div>
                     <div class="line">Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:</div>
                     <div class="line">Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,</div>
                     <div class="line">Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!</div>
                     <div class="line">A far more glorious star thy soul will make</div>
                     <div class="line">Than Julius Caesar or bright--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">My honourable lords, health to you all!</div>
                     <div class="line">Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:</div>
                     <div class="line">Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,</div>
                     <div class="line">Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns</div>
                     <div class="line">Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?</div>
                     <div class="line">If Henry were recall'd to life again,</div>
                     <div class="line">These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">How were they lost? what treachery was used?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">No treachery; but want of men and money.</div>
                     <div class="line">Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,</div>
                     <div class="line">That here you maintain several factions,</div>
                     <div class="line">And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,</div>
                     <div class="line">You are disputing of your generals:</div>
                     <div class="line">One would have lingering wars with little cost;</div>
                     <div class="line">Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;</div>
                     <div class="line">A third thinks, without expense at all,</div>
                     <div class="line">By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">Awake, awake, English nobility!</div>
                     <div class="line">Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:</div>
                     <div class="line">Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;</div>
                     <div class="line">Of England's coat one half is cut away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Were our tears wanting to this funeral,</div>
                     <div class="line">These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Me they concern; Regent I am of France.</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.</div>
                     <div class="line">Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!</div>
                     <div class="line">Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">To weep their intermissive miseries.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter to them another Messenger</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.</div>
                     <div class="line">France is revolted from the English quite,</div>
                     <div class="line">Except some petty towns of no import:</div>
                     <div class="line">The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;</div>
                     <div class="line">The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;</div>
                     <div class="line">The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!</div>
                     <div class="line">O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.</div>
                     <div class="line">Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?</div>
                     <div class="line">An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherewith already France is overrun.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter another Messenger</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious lords, to add to your laments,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,</div>
                     <div class="line">I must inform you of a dismal fight</div>
                     <div class="line">Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:</div>
                     <div class="line">The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.</div>
                     <div class="line">The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">Retiring from the siege of Orleans,</div>
                     <div class="line">Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.</div>
                     <div class="line">By three and twenty thousand of the French</div>
                     <div class="line">Was round encompassed and set upon.</div>
                     <div class="line">No leisure had he to enrank his men;</div>
                     <div class="line">He wanted pikes to set before his archers;</div>
                     <div class="line">Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges</div>
                     <div class="line">They pitched in the ground confusedly,</div>
                     <div class="line">To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.</div>
                     <div class="line">More than three hours the fight continued;</div>
                     <div class="line">Where valiant Talbot above human thought</div>
                     <div class="line">Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;</div>
                     <div class="line">Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:</div>
                     <div class="line">The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;</div>
                     <div class="line">All the whole army stood agazed on him:</div>
                     <div class="line">His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit</div>
                     <div class="line">A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain</div>
                     <div class="line">And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.</div>
                     <div class="line">Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,</div>
                     <div class="line">If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:</div>
                     <div class="line">He, being in the vaward, placed behind</div>
                     <div class="line">With purpose to relieve and follow them,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.</div>
                     <div class="line">Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;</div>
                     <div class="line">Enclosed were they with their enemies:</div>
                     <div class="line">A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom all France with their chief assembled strength</div>
                     <div class="line">Durst not presume to look once in the face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,</div>
                     <div class="line">For living idly here in pomp and ease,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,</div>
                     <div class="line">And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:</div>
                     <div class="line">Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">His ransom there is none but I shall pay:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:</div>
                     <div class="line">His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;</div>
                     <div class="line">Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;</div>
                     <div class="line">Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,</div>
                     <div class="line">To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:</div>
                     <div class="line">Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;</div>
                     <div class="line">The English army is grown weak and faint:</div>
                     <div class="line">The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,</div>
                     <div class="line">And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,</div>
                     <div class="line">Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">I do remember it; and here take my leave,</div>
                     <div class="line">To go about my preparation.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,</div>
                     <div class="line">To view the artillery and munition;</div>
                     <div class="line">And then I will proclaim young Henry king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">To Eltham will I, where the young king is,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being ordain'd his special governor,</div>
                     <div class="line">And for his safety there I'll best devise.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Each hath his place and function to attend:</div>
                     <div class="line">I am left out; for me nothing remains.</div>
                     <div class="line">But long I will not be Jack out of office:</div>
                     <div class="line">The king from Eltham I intend to steal</div>
                     <div class="line">And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  France. Before Orleans.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and
REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens</div>
                     <div class="line">So in the earth, to this day is not known:</div>
                     <div class="line">Late did he shine upon the English side;</div>
                     <div class="line">Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.</div>
                     <div class="line">What towns of any moment but we have?</div>
                     <div class="line">At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;</div>
                     <div class="line">Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:</div>
                     <div class="line">Either they must be dieted like mules</div>
                     <div class="line">And have their provender tied to their mouths</div>
                     <div class="line">Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?</div>
                     <div class="line">Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:</div>
                     <div class="line">Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;</div>
                     <div class="line">And he may well in fretting spend his gall,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor men nor money hath he to make war.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now for the honour of the forlorn French!</div>
                     <div class="line">Him I forgive my death that killeth me</div>
                     <div class="line">When he sees me go back one foot or fly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
               <p>Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English
with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Who ever saw the like? what men have I!</div>
                     <div class="line">Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that they left me 'midst my enemies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Salisbury is a desperate homicide;</div>
                     <div class="line">He fighteth as one weary of his life.</div>
                     <div class="line">The other lords, like lions wanting food,</div>
                     <div class="line">Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,</div>
                     <div class="line">England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,</div>
                     <div class="line">During the time Edward the Third did reign.</div>
                     <div class="line">More truly now may this be verified;</div>
                     <div class="line">For none but Samsons and Goliases</div>
                     <div class="line">It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!</div>
                     <div class="line">Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose</div>
                     <div class="line">They had such courage and audacity?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,</div>
                     <div class="line">And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:</div>
                     <div class="line">Of old I know them; rather with their teeth</div>
                     <div class="line">The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">I think, by some odd gimmors or device</div>
                     <div class="line">Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;</div>
                     <div class="line">Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.</div>
                     <div class="line">By my consent, we'll even let them alone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Be it so.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?</div>
                     <div class="line">Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:</div>
                     <div class="line">A holy maid hither with me I bring,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which by a vision sent to her from heaven</div>
                     <div class="line">Ordained is to raise this tedious siege</div>
                     <div class="line">And drive the English forth the bounds of France.</div>
                     <div class="line">The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,</div>
                     <div class="line">Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:</div>
                     <div class="line">What's past and what's to come she can descry.</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,</div>
                     <div class="line">For they are certain and unfallible.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, call her in.</div>
                     <p>Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS</p>
                     <div class="line">But first, to try her skill,</div>
                     <div class="line">Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:</div>
                     <div class="line">Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:</div>
                     <div class="line">By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;</div>
                     <div class="line">I know thee well, though never seen before.</div>
                     <div class="line">Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:</div>
                     <div class="line">In private will I talk with thee apart.</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">She takes upon her bravely at first dash.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,</div>
                     <div class="line">My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.</div>
                     <div class="line">Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased</div>
                     <div class="line">To shine on my contemptible estate:</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,</div>
                     <div class="line">And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,</div>
                     <div class="line">God's mother deigned to appear to me</div>
                     <div class="line">And in a vision full of majesty</div>
                     <div class="line">Will'd me to leave my base vocation</div>
                     <div class="line">And free my country from calamity:</div>
                     <div class="line">Her aid she promised and assured success:</div>
                     <div class="line">In complete glory she reveal'd herself;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, whereas I was black and swart before,</div>
                     <div class="line">With those clear rays which she infused on me</div>
                     <div class="line">That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ask me what question thou canst possible,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will answer unpremeditated:</div>
                     <div class="line">My courage try by combat, if thou darest,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.</div>
                     <div class="line">Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:</div>
                     <div class="line">Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,</div>
                     <div class="line">In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;</div>
                     <div class="line">Otherwise I renounce all confidence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,</div>
                     <div class="line">Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;</div>
                     <div class="line">The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's</div>
                     <div class="line">churchyard,</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon</div>
                     <div class="line">And fightest with the sword of Deborah.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:</div>
                     <div class="line">Impatiently I burn with thy desire;</div>
                     <div class="line">My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.</div>
                     <div class="line">Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">I must not yield to any rites of love,</div>
                     <div class="line">For my profession's sacred from above:</div>
                     <div class="line">When I have chased all thy foes from hence,</div>
                     <div class="line">Then will I think upon a recompense.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;</div>
                     <div class="line">Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">He may mean more than we poor men do know:</div>
                     <div class="line">These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, where are you? what devise you on?</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall we give over Orleans, or no?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!</div>
                     <div class="line">Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.</div>
                     <div class="line">This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:</div>
                     <div class="line">Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,</div>
                     <div class="line">Since I have entered into these wars.</div>
                     <div class="line">Glory is like a circle in the water,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself</div>
                     <div class="line">Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.</div>
                     <div class="line">With Henry's death the English circle ends;</div>
                     <div class="line">Dispersed are the glories it included.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now am I like that proud insulting ship</div>
                     <div class="line">Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou with an eagle art inspired then.</div>
                     <div class="line">Helen, the mother of great Constantine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.</div>
                     <div class="line">Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">How may I reverently worship thee enough?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;</div>
                     <div class="line">Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:</div>
                     <div class="line">No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  London. Before the Tower.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">I am come to survey the Tower this day:</div>
                     <div class="line">Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.</div>
                     <div class="line">Where be these warders, that they wait not here?</div>
                     <div class="line">Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Warder</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  Who's there that knocks so imperiously?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Serving-Man</div>
                     <div class="line">It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Warder</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Serving-Man</div>
                     <div class="line">Villains, answer you so the lord protector?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Warder</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  The Lord protect him! so we answer him:</div>
                     <div class="line">We do no otherwise than we are will'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?</div>
                     <div class="line">There's none protector of the realm but I.</div>
                     <div class="line">Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize.</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and
WOODVILE the Lieutenant speaks within</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WOODVILE</div>
                     <div class="line">What noise is this? what traitors have we here?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?</div>
                     <div class="line">Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WOODVILE</div>
                     <div class="line">Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;</div>
                     <div class="line">The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:</div>
                     <div class="line">From him I have express commandment</div>
                     <div class="line">That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?</div>
                     <div class="line">Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art no friend to God or to the king:</div>
                     <div class="line">Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Serving-Men</div>
                     <div class="line">Open the gates unto the lord protector,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP
OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">I do, thou most usurping proditor,</div>
                     <div class="line">And not protector, of the king or realm.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou proceed in this thy insolence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:</div>
                     <div class="line">This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,</div>
                     <div class="line">To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll use to carry thee out of this place.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">What! am I dared and bearded to my face?</div>
                     <div class="line">Draw, men, for all this privileged place;</div>
                     <div class="line">Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,</div>
                     <div class="line">I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:</div>
                     <div class="line">Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:</div>
                     <div class="line">In spite of pope or dignities of church,</div>
                     <div class="line">Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!</div>
                     <div class="line">Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.</div>
                     <div class="line">Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF
WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly-
burly the Mayor of London and his Officers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Mayor</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus contumeliously should break the peace!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,</div>
                     <div class="line">One that still motions war and never peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,</div>
                     <div class="line">That seeks to overthrow religion,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because he is protector of the realm,</div>
                     <div class="line">And would have armour here out of the Tower,</div>
                     <div class="line">To crown himself king and suppress the prince.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not answer thee with words, but blows.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Here they skirmish again</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Mayor</div>
                     <div class="line">Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife</div>
                     <div class="line">But to make open proclamation:</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cry.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Officer</div>
                     <div class="line">All manner of men assembled here in arms this day</div>
                     <div class="line">against God's peace and the king's, we charge and</div>
                     <div class="line">command you, in his highness' name, to repair to</div>
                     <div class="line">your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,</div>
                     <div class="line">handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,</div>
                     <div class="line">henceforward, upon pain of death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:</div>
                     <div class="line">But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Mayor</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.</div>
                     <div class="line">This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;</div>
                     <div class="line">For I intend to have it ere long.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF
WINCHESTER with their Serving-men</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Mayor</div>
                     <div class="line">See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.</div>
                     <div class="line">Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!</div>
                     <div class="line">I myself fight not once in forty year.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Orleans.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Master-Gunner</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,</div>
                     <div class="line">And how the English have the suburbs won.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Boy</div>
                     <div class="line">Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,</div>
                     <div class="line">Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Master-Gunner</div>
                     <div class="line">But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:</div>
                     <div class="line">Chief master-gunner am I of this town;</div>
                     <div class="line">Something I must do to procure me grace.</div>
                     <div class="line">The prince's espials have informed me</div>
                     <div class="line">How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars</div>
                     <div class="line">In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,</div>
                     <div class="line">And thence discover how with most advantage</div>
                     <div class="line">They may vex us with shot, or with assault.</div>
                     <div class="line">To intercept this inconvenience,</div>
                     <div class="line">A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;</div>
                     <div class="line">And even these three days have I watch'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">If I could see them.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou shalt find me at the governor's.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Boy</div>
                     <div class="line">Father, I warrant you; take you no care;</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <p>Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT,
GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!</div>
                     <div class="line">How wert thou handled being prisoner?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or by what means got'st thou to be released?</div>
                     <div class="line">Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner</div>
                     <div class="line">Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;</div>
                     <div class="line">For him was I exchanged and ransomed.</div>
                     <div class="line">But with a baser man of arms by far</div>
                     <div class="line">Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.</div>
                     <div class="line">But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom with my bare fists I would execute,</div>
                     <div class="line">If I now had him brought into my power.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.</div>
                     <div class="line">In open market-place produced they me,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be a public spectacle to all:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here, said they, is the terror of the French,</div>
                     <div class="line">The scarecrow that affrights our children so.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then broke I from the officers that led me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,</div>
                     <div class="line">To hurl at the beholders of my shame:</div>
                     <div class="line">My grisly countenance made others fly;</div>
                     <div class="line">None durst come near for fear of sudden death.</div>
                     <div class="line">In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;</div>
                     <div class="line">So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,</div>
                     <div class="line">That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,</div>
                     <div class="line">And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,</div>
                     <div class="line">That walked about me every minute-while;</div>
                     <div class="line">And if I did but stir out of my bed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the Boy with a linstock</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">I grieve to hear what torments you endured,</div>
                     <div class="line">But we will be revenged sufficiently</div>
                     <div class="line">Now it is supper-time in Orleans:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here, through this grate, I count each one</div>
                     <div class="line">and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me have your express opinions</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is best place to make our battery next.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GARGRAVE</div>
                     <div class="line">I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLANSDALE</div>
                     <div class="line">And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                     <div class="line">O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GARGRAVE</div>
                     <div class="line">O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:</div>
                     <div class="line">How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?</div>
                     <div class="line">One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!</div>
                     <div class="line">Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath contrived this woful tragedy!</div>
                     <div class="line">In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;</div>
                     <div class="line">Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,</div>
                     <div class="line">His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,</div>
                     <div class="line">One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:</div>
                     <div class="line">The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.</div>
                     <div class="line">Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,</div>
                     <div class="line">If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!</div>
                     <div class="line">Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.</div>
                     <div class="line">Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.</div>
                     <div class="line">Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt not die whiles--</div>
                     <div class="line">He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.</div>
                     <div class="line">As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,</div>
                     <div class="line">Remember to avenge me on the French.'</div>
                     <div class="line">Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,</div>
                     <div class="line">Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:</div>
                     <div class="line">Wretched shall France be only in my name.</div>
                     <p>Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens</p>
                     <div class="line">What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?</div>
                     <div class="line">Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:</div>
                     <div class="line">The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">A holy prophetess new risen up,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is come with a great power to raise the siege.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!</div>
                     <div class="line">It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.</div>
                     <div class="line">Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:</div>
                     <div class="line">Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.</div>
                     <div class="line">Convey me Salisbury into his tent,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Alarum. Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  The same.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>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</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?</div>
                     <div class="line">Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:</div>
                     <div class="line">A woman clad in armour chaseth them.</div>
                     <p>Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE</p>
                     <div class="line">Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee;</div>
                     <div class="line">Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,</div>
                     <div class="line">And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Here they fight</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?</div>
                     <div class="line">My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage</div>
                     <div class="line">And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.</div>
                     <div class="line">But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>They fight again</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:</div>
                     <div class="line">I must go victual Orleans forthwith.</div>
                     <p>A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers</p>
                     <div class="line">O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;</div>
                     <div class="line">Help Salisbury to make his testament:</div>
                     <div class="line">This day is ours, as many more shall be.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;</div>
                     <div class="line">I know not where I am, nor what I do;</div>
                     <div class="line">A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,</div>
                     <div class="line">Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:</div>
                     <div class="line">So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench</div>
                     <div class="line">Are from their hives and houses driven away.</div>
                     <div class="line">They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.</div>
                     <p>A short alarum</p>
                     <div class="line">Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or tear the lions out of England's coat;</div>
                     <div class="line">Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:</div>
                     <div class="line">Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or horse or oxen from the leopard,</div>
                     <div class="line">As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.</div>
                     <p>Alarum. Here another skirmish</p>
                     <div class="line">It will not be: retire into your trenches:</div>
                     <div class="line">You all consented unto Salisbury's death,</div>
                     <div class="line">For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.</div>
                     <div class="line">Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,</div>
                     <div class="line">In spite of us or aught that we could do.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, would I were to die with Salisbury!</div>
                     <div class="line">The shame hereof will make me hide my head.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat; flourish</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.3.7">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>6. SCENE VI.  The same.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES,
REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Advance our waving colours on the walls;</div>
                     <div class="line">Rescued is Orleans from the English</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,</div>
                     <div class="line">How shall I honour thee for this success?</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens</div>
                     <div class="line">That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.</div>
                     <div class="line">France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!</div>
                     <div class="line">Recover'd is the town of Orleans:</div>
                     <div class="line">More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town?</div>
                     <div class="line">Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires</div>
                     <div class="line">And feast and banquet in the open streets,</div>
                     <div class="line">To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">All France will be replete with mirth and joy,</div>
                     <div class="line">When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;</div>
                     <div class="line">For which I will divide my crown with her,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all the priests and friars in my realm</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall in procession sing her endless praise.</div>
                     <div class="line">A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear</div>
                     <div class="line">Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:</div>
                     <div class="line">In memory of her when she is dead,</div>
                     <div class="line">Her ashes, in an urn more precious</div>
                     <div class="line">Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,</div>
                     <div class="line">Transported shall be at high festivals</div>
                     <div class="line">Before the kings and queens of France.</div>
                     <div class="line">No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,</div>
                     <div class="line">But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come in, and let us banquet royally,</div>
                     <div class="line">After this golden day of victory.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.4">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 2. ACT II</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Before Orleans.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  Orleans. Within the town.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  London. The Temple-garden.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.4.6">5. SCENE V.  The Tower of London.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Before Orleans.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Sergeant</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:</div>
                     <div class="line">If any noise or soldier you perceive</div>
                     <div class="line">Near to the walls, by some apparent sign</div>
                     <div class="line">Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Sentinel</div>
                     <div class="line">Sergeant, you shall.</div>
                     <p>Exit Sergeant</p>
                     <div class="line">Thus are poor servitors,</div>
                     <div class="line">When others sleep upon their quiet beds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with
scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,</div>
                     <div class="line">By whose approach the regions of Artois,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,</div>
                     <div class="line">This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,</div>
                     <div class="line">Having all day caroused and banqueted:</div>
                     <div class="line">Embrace we then this opportunity</div>
                     <div class="line">As fitting best to quittance their deceit</div>
                     <div class="line">Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,</div>
                     <div class="line">Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,</div>
                     <div class="line">To join with witches and the help of hell!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Traitors have never other company.</div>
                     <div class="line">But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">A maid, they say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">A maid! and be so martial!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,</div>
                     <div class="line">If underneath the standard of the French</div>
                     <div class="line">She carry armour as she hath begun.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:</div>
                     <div class="line">God is our fortress, in whose conquering name</div>
                     <div class="line">Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Not all together: better far, I guess,</div>
                     <div class="line">That we do make our entrance several ways;</div>
                     <div class="line">That, if it chance the one of us do fail,</div>
                     <div class="line">The other yet may rise against their force.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Agreed: I'll to yond corner.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">And I to this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right</div>
                     <div class="line">Of English Henry, shall this night appear</div>
                     <div class="line">How much in duty I am bound to both.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Sentinels</div>
                     <div class="line">Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.'</p>
               <p>The French leap over the walls in their shirts.
Enter, several ways, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS,
ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">How now, my lords! what, all unready so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise</div>
                     <div class="line">More venturous or desperate than this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CHARLES and JOAN LA PUCELLE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?</div>
                     <div class="line">Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,</div>
                     <div class="line">Make us partakers of a little gain,</div>
                     <div class="line">That now our loss might be ten times so much?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend!</div>
                     <div class="line">At all times will you have my power alike?</div>
                     <div class="line">Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?</div>
                     <div class="line">Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,</div>
                     <div class="line">This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Duke of Alencon, this was your default,</div>
                     <div class="line">That, being captain of the watch to-night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Did look no better to that weighty charge.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Had all your quarters been as safely kept</div>
                     <div class="line">As that whereof I had the government,</div>
                     <div class="line">We had not been thus shamefully surprised.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">Mine was secure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">And so was mine, my lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">And, for myself, most part of all this night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Within her quarter and mine own precinct</div>
                     <div class="line">I was employ'd in passing to and fro,</div>
                     <div class="line">About relieving of the sentinels:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then how or which way should they first break in?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Question, my lords, no further of the case,</div>
                     <div class="line">How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place</div>
                     <div class="line">But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.</div>
                     <div class="line">And now there rests no other shift but this;</div>
                     <div class="line">To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed,</div>
                     <div class="line">And lay new platforms to endamage them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A
Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their
clothes behind</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Soldier</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll be so bold to take what they have left.</div>
                     <div class="line">The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;</div>
                     <div class="line">For I have loaden me with many spoils,</div>
                     <div class="line">Using no other weapon but his name.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  Orleans. Within the town.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">The day begins to break, and night is fled,</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.</div>
                     <div class="line">Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Retreat sounded</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,</div>
                     <div class="line">And here advance it in the market-place,</div>
                     <div class="line">The middle centre of this cursed town.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;</div>
                     <div class="line">For every drop of blood was drawn from him,</div>
                     <div class="line">There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.</div>
                     <div class="line">And that hereafter ages may behold</div>
                     <div class="line">What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,</div>
                     <div class="line">Within their chiefest temple I'll erect</div>
                     <div class="line">A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the which, that every one may read,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,</div>
                     <div class="line">The treacherous manner of his mournful death</div>
                     <div class="line">And what a terror he had been to France.</div>
                     <div class="line">But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,</div>
                     <div class="line">I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,</div>
                     <div class="line">His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor any of his false confederates.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,</div>
                     <div class="line">Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,</div>
                     <div class="line">They did amongst the troops of armed men</div>
                     <div class="line">Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Myself, as far as I could well discern</div>
                     <div class="line">For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,</div>
                     <div class="line">Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,</div>
                     <div class="line">When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves</div>
                     <div class="line">That could not live asunder day or night.</div>
                     <div class="line">After that things are set in order here,</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll follow them with all the power we have.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">All hail, my lords! which of this princely train</div>
                     <div class="line">Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts</div>
                     <div class="line">So much applauded through the realm of France?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,</div>
                     <div class="line">With modesty admiring thy renown,</div>
                     <div class="line">By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe</div>
                     <div class="line">To visit her poor castle where she lies,</div>
                     <div class="line">That she may boast she hath beheld the man</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose glory fills the world with loud report.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars</div>
                     <div class="line">Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,</div>
                     <div class="line">When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.</div>
                     <div class="line">You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men</div>
                     <div class="line">Could not prevail with all their oratory,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore tell her I return great thanks,</div>
                     <div class="line">And in submission will attend on her.</div>
                     <div class="line">Will not your honours bear me company?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">No, truly; it is more than manners will:</div>
                     <div class="line">And I have heard it said, unbidden guests</div>
                     <div class="line">Are often welcomest when they are gone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,</div>
                     <div class="line">I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither, captain.</div>
                     <p>Whispers</p>
                     <div class="line">You perceive my mind?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">Porter, remember what I gave in charge;</div>
                     <div class="line">And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Porter</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,</div>
                     <div class="line">I shall as famous be by this exploit</div>
                     <div class="line">As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.</div>
                     <div class="line">Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,</div>
                     <div class="line">And his achievements of no less account:</div>
                     <div class="line">Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,</div>
                     <div class="line">To give their censure of these rare reports.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Messenger and TALBOT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam,</div>
                     <div class="line">According as your ladyship desired,</div>
                     <div class="line">By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">And he is welcome. What! is this the man?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, it is.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">Is this the scourge of France?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad</div>
                     <div class="line">That with his name the mothers still their babes?</div>
                     <div class="line">I see report is fabulous and false:</div>
                     <div class="line">I thought I should have seen some Hercules,</div>
                     <div class="line">A second Hector, for his grim aspect,</div>
                     <div class="line">And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!</div>
                     <div class="line">It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp</div>
                     <div class="line">Should strike such terror to his enemies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;</div>
                     <div class="line">But since your ladyship is not at leisure,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll sort some other time to visit you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves</div>
                     <div class="line">To know the cause of your abrupt departure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,</div>
                     <div class="line">I go to certify her Talbot's here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Re-enter Porter with keys</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Prisoner! to whom?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">To me, blood-thirsty lord;</div>
                     <div class="line">And for that cause I trained thee to my house.</div>
                     <div class="line">Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,</div>
                     <div class="line">For in my gallery thy picture hangs:</div>
                     <div class="line">But now the substance shall endure the like,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,</div>
                     <div class="line">That hast by tyranny these many years</div>
                     <div class="line">Wasted our country, slain our citizens</div>
                     <div class="line">And sent our sons and husbands captivate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Ha, ha, ha!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">I laugh to see your ladyship so fond</div>
                     <div class="line">To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow</div>
                     <div class="line">Whereon to practise your severity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, art not thou the man?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">I am indeed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">Then have I substance too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">No, no, I am but shadow of myself:</div>
                     <div class="line">You are deceived, my substance is not here;</div>
                     <div class="line">For what you see is but the smallest part</div>
                     <div class="line">And least proportion of humanity:</div>
                     <div class="line">I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,</div>
                     <div class="line">It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;</div>
                     <div class="line">He will be here, and yet he is not here:</div>
                     <div class="line">How can these contrarieties agree?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">That will I show you presently.</div>
                     <p>Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of
ordnance. Enter soldiers</p>
                     <div class="line">How say you, madam? are you now persuaded</div>
                     <div class="line">That Talbot is but shadow of himself?</div>
                     <div class="line">These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,</div>
                     <div class="line">With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Razeth your cities and subverts your towns</div>
                     <div class="line">And in a moment makes them desolate.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:</div>
                     <div class="line">I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited</div>
                     <div class="line">And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.</div>
                     <div class="line">Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;</div>
                     <div class="line">For I am sorry that with reverence</div>
                     <div class="line">I did not entertain thee as thou art.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue</div>
                     <div class="line">The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake</div>
                     <div class="line">The outward composition of his body.</div>
                     <div class="line">What you have done hath not offended me;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor other satisfaction do I crave,</div>
                     <div class="line">But only, with your patience, that we may</div>
                     <div class="line">Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;</div>
                     <div class="line">For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                     <div class="line">With all my heart, and think me honoured</div>
                     <div class="line">To feast so great a warrior in my house.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  London. The Temple-garden.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK;
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?</div>
                     <div class="line">Dare no man answer in a case of truth?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;</div>
                     <div class="line">The garden here is more convenient.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Faith, I have been a truant in the law,</div>
                     <div class="line">And never yet could frame my will to it;</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore frame the law unto my will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;</div>
                     <div class="line">Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;</div>
                     <div class="line">Between two blades, which bears the better temper:</div>
                     <div class="line">Between two horses, which doth bear him best;</div>
                     <div class="line">Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;</div>
                     <div class="line">I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;</div>
                     <div class="line">But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,</div>
                     <div class="line">Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:</div>
                     <div class="line">The truth appears so naked on my side</div>
                     <div class="line">That any purblind eye may find it out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">And on my side it is so well apparell'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">So clear, so shining and so evident</div>
                     <div class="line">That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,</div>
                     <div class="line">In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let him that is a true-born gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">And stands upon the honour of his birth,</div>
                     <div class="line">If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,</div>
                     <div class="line">From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,</div>
                     <div class="line">But dare maintain the party of the truth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">I love no colours, and without all colour</div>
                     <div class="line">Of base insinuating flattery</div>
                     <div class="line">I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">I pluck this red rose with young Somerset</div>
                     <div class="line">And say withal I think he held the right.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till you conclude that he upon whose side</div>
                     <div class="line">The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall yield the other in the right opinion.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:</div>
                     <div class="line">If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">And I.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">Then for the truth and plainness of the case.</div>
                     <div class="line">I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,</div>
                     <div class="line">Giving my verdict on the white rose side.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red</div>
                     <div class="line">And fall on my side so, against your will.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt</div>
                     <div class="line">And keep me on the side where still I am.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, well, come on: who else?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lawyer</div>
                     <div class="line">Unless my study and my books be false,</div>
                     <div class="line">The argument you held was wrong in you:</div>
                     <p>To SOMERSET</p>
                     <div class="line">In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, Somerset, where is your argument?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Here in my scabbard, meditating that</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;</div>
                     <div class="line">For pale they look with fear, as witnessing</div>
                     <div class="line">The truth on our side.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">No, Plantagenet,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks</div>
                     <div class="line">Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,</div>
                     <div class="line">That shall maintain what I have said is true,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,</div>
                     <div class="line">I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, away, good William de la Pole!</div>
                     <div class="line">We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;</div>
                     <div class="line">His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,</div>
                     <div class="line">Third son to the third Edward King of England:</div>
                     <div class="line">Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">He bears him on the place's privilege,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">By him that made me, I'll maintain my words</div>
                     <div class="line">On any plot of ground in Christendom.</div>
                     <div class="line">Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,</div>
                     <div class="line">For treason executed in our late king's days?</div>
                     <div class="line">And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,</div>
                     <div class="line">Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?</div>
                     <div class="line">His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">My father was attached, not attainted,</div>
                     <div class="line">Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;</div>
                     <div class="line">And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,</div>
                     <div class="line">Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.</div>
                     <div class="line">For your partaker Pole and you yourself,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll note you in my book of memory,</div>
                     <div class="line">To scourge you for this apprehension:</div>
                     <div class="line">Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;</div>
                     <div class="line">And know us by these colours for thy foes,</div>
                     <div class="line">For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,</div>
                     <div class="line">As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will I for ever and my faction wear,</div>
                     <div class="line">Until it wither with me to my grave</div>
                     <div class="line">Or flourish to the height of my degree.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!</div>
                     <div class="line">And so farewell until I meet thee next.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">How I am braved and must perforce endure it!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">This blot that they object against your house</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall be wiped out in the next parliament</div>
                     <div class="line">Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;</div>
                     <div class="line">And if thou be not then created York,</div>
                     <div class="line">I will not live to be accounted Warwick.</div>
                     <div class="line">Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Against proud Somerset and William Pole,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will I upon thy party wear this rose:</div>
                     <div class="line">And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,</div>
                     <div class="line">Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall send between the red rose and the white</div>
                     <div class="line">A thousand souls to death and deadly night.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,</div>
                     <div class="line">That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">In your behalf still will I wear the same.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Lawyer</div>
                     <div class="line">And so will I.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, gentle sir.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say</div>
                     <div class="line">This quarrel will drink blood another day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.4.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  The Tower of London.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, and Gaolers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                     <div class="line">Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.</div>
                     <div class="line">Even like a man new haled from the rack,</div>
                     <div class="line">So fare my limbs with long imprisonment.</div>
                     <div class="line">And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nestor-like aged in an age of care,</div>
                     <div class="line">Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.</div>
                     <div class="line">These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;</div>
                     <div class="line">Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief,</div>
                     <div class="line">And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine</div>
                     <div class="line">That droops his sapless branches to the ground;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,</div>
                     <div class="line">Unable to support this lump of clay,</div>
                     <div class="line">Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,</div>
                     <div class="line">As witting I no other comfort have.</div>
                     <div class="line">But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:</div>
                     <div class="line">We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;</div>
                     <div class="line">And answer was return'd that he will come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                     <div class="line">Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.</div>
                     <div class="line">Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before whose glory I was great in arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">This loathsome sequestration have I had:</div>
                     <div class="line">And even since then hath Richard been obscured,</div>
                     <div class="line">Deprived of honour and inheritance.</div>
                     <div class="line">But now the arbitrator of despairs,</div>
                     <div class="line">Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,</div>
                     <div class="line">With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:</div>
                     <div class="line">I would his troubles likewise were expired,</div>
                     <div class="line">That so he might recover what was lost.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, your loving nephew now is come.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                     <div class="line">Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                     <div class="line">Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,</div>
                     <div class="line">And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:</div>
                     <div class="line">O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.</div>
                     <div class="line">And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,</div>
                     <div class="line">Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.</div>
                     <div class="line">This day, in argument upon a case,</div>
                     <div class="line">Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;</div>
                     <div class="line">Among which terms he used his lavish tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">And did upbraid me with my father's death:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">Else with the like I had requited him.</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,</div>
                     <div class="line">In honour of a true Plantagenet</div>
                     <div class="line">And for alliance sake, declare the cause</div>
                     <div class="line">My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                     <div class="line">That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me</div>
                     <div class="line">And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth</div>
                     <div class="line">Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Was cursed instrument of his decease.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Discover more at large what cause that was,</div>
                     <div class="line">For I am ignorant and cannot guess.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                     <div class="line">I will, if that my fading breath permit</div>
                     <div class="line">And death approach not ere my tale be done.</div>
                     <div class="line">Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,</div>
                     <div class="line">Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,</div>
                     <div class="line">The first-begotten and the lawful heir,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of Edward king, the third of that descent:</div>
                     <div class="line">During whose reign the Percies of the north,</div>
                     <div class="line">Finding his usurpation most unjust,</div>
                     <div class="line">Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:</div>
                     <div class="line">The reason moved these warlike lords to this</div>
                     <div class="line">Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Leaving no heir begotten of his body--</div>
                     <div class="line">I was the next by birth and parentage;</div>
                     <div class="line">For by my mother I derived am</div>
                     <div class="line">From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son</div>
                     <div class="line">To King Edward the Third; whereas he</div>
                     <div class="line">From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,</div>
                     <div class="line">Being but fourth of that heroic line.</div>
                     <div class="line">But mark: as in this haughty attempt</div>
                     <div class="line">They laboured to plant the rightful heir,</div>
                     <div class="line">I lost my liberty and they their lives.</div>
                     <div class="line">Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived</div>
                     <div class="line">From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,</div>
                     <div class="line">Marrying my sister that thy mother was,</div>
                     <div class="line">Again in pity of my hard distress</div>
                     <div class="line">Levied an army, weening to redeem</div>
                     <div class="line">And have install'd me in the diadem:</div>
                     <div class="line">But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl</div>
                     <div class="line">And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,</div>
                     <div class="line">In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                     <div class="line">True; and thou seest that I no issue have</div>
                     <div class="line">And that my fainting words do warrant death;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:</div>
                     <div class="line">But yet be wary in thy studious care.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:</div>
                     <div class="line">But yet, methinks, my father's execution</div>
                     <div class="line">Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                     <div class="line">With silence, nephew, be thou politic:</div>
                     <div class="line">Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,</div>
                     <div class="line">And like a mountain, not to be removed.</div>
                     <div class="line">But now thy uncle is removing hence:</div>
                     <div class="line">As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With long continuance in a settled place.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">O, uncle, would some part of my young years</div>
                     <div class="line">Might but redeem the passage of your age!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth</div>
                     <div class="line">Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.</div>
                     <div class="line">Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;</div>
                     <div class="line">Only give order for my funeral:</div>
                     <div class="line">And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes</div>
                     <div class="line">And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Dies</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!</div>
                     <div class="line">In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage</div>
                     <div class="line">And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;</div>
                     <div class="line">And what I do imagine let that rest.</div>
                     <div class="line">Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself</div>
                     <div class="line">Will see his burial better than his life.</div>
                     <p>Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER</p>
                     <div class="line">Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,</div>
                     <div class="line">Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:</div>
                     <div class="line">And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:</div>
                     <div class="line">I doubt not but with honour to redress;</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore haste I to the parliament,</div>
                     <div class="line">Either to be restored to my blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or make my ill the advantage of my good.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.5">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 3. ACT III</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  London. The Parliament-house.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Before Rouen.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  The plains near Rouen.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  Paris. The palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  London. The Parliament-house.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, EXETER, GLOUCESTER,
WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF
WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others.
GLOUCESTER offers to put up a bill; BISHOP OF
WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,</div>
                     <div class="line">With written pamphlets studiously devised,</div>
                     <div class="line">Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,</div>
                     <div class="line">Do it without invention, suddenly;</div>
                     <div class="line">As I with sudden and extemporal speech</div>
                     <div class="line">Purpose to answer what thou canst object.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Presumptuous priest! this place commands my patience,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or thou shouldst find thou hast dishonour'd me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Think not, although in writing I preferr'd</div>
                     <div class="line">The manner of thy vile outrageous crimes,</div>
                     <div class="line">That therefore I have forged, or am not able</div>
                     <div class="line">Verbatim to rehearse the method of my pen:</div>
                     <div class="line">No, prelate; such is thy audacious wickedness,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy lewd, pestiferous and dissentious pranks,</div>
                     <div class="line">As very infants prattle of thy pride.</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art a most pernicious usurer,</div>
                     <div class="line">Forward by nature, enemy to peace;</div>
                     <div class="line">Lascivious, wanton, more than well beseems</div>
                     <div class="line">A man of thy profession and degree;</div>
                     <div class="line">And for thy treachery, what's more manifest?</div>
                     <div class="line">In that thou laid'st a trap to take my life,</div>
                     <div class="line">As well at London bridge as at the Tower.</div>
                     <div class="line">Beside, I fear me, if thy thoughts were sifted,</div>
                     <div class="line">The king, thy sovereign, is not quite exempt</div>
                     <div class="line">From envious malice of thy swelling heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Gloucester, I do defy thee. Lords, vouchsafe</div>
                     <div class="line">To give me hearing what I shall reply.</div>
                     <div class="line">If I were covetous, ambitious or perverse,</div>
                     <div class="line">As he will have me, how am I so poor?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or how haps it I seek not to advance</div>
                     <div class="line">Or raise myself, but keep my wonted calling?</div>
                     <div class="line">And for dissension, who preferreth peace</div>
                     <div class="line">More than I do?--except I be provoked.</div>
                     <div class="line">No, my good lords, it is not that offends;</div>
                     <div class="line">It is not that that hath incensed the duke:</div>
                     <div class="line">It is, because no one should sway but he;</div>
                     <div class="line">No one but he should be about the king;</div>
                     <div class="line">And that engenders thunder in his breast</div>
                     <div class="line">And makes him roar these accusations forth.</div>
                     <div class="line">But he shall know I am as good--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">As good!</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou bastard of my grandfather!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,</div>
                     <div class="line">But one imperious in another's throne?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Am I not protector, saucy priest?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">And am not I a prelate of the church?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, as an outlaw in a castle keeps</div>
                     <div class="line">And useth it to patronage his theft.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Unreverent Gloster!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art reverent</div>
                     <div class="line">Touching thy spiritual function, not thy life.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Rome shall remedy this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Roam thither, then.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, it were your duty to forbear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, see the bishop be not overborne.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Methinks my lord should be religious</div>
                     <div class="line">And know the office that belongs to such.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Methinks his lordship should be humbler;</div>
                     <div class="line">it fitteth not a prelate so to plead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, when his holy state is touch'd so near.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">State holy or unhallow'd, what of that?</div>
                     <div class="line">Is not his grace protector to the king?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Plantagenet, I see, must hold his tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lest it be said 'Speak, sirrah, when you should;</div>
                     <div class="line">Must your bold verdict enter talk with lords?'</div>
                     <div class="line">Else would I have a fling at Winchester.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Uncles of Gloucester and of Winchester,</div>
                     <div class="line">The special watchmen of our English weal,</div>
                     <div class="line">I would prevail, if prayers might prevail,</div>
                     <div class="line">To join your hearts in love and amity.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, what a scandal is it to our crown,</div>
                     <div class="line">That two such noble peers as ye should jar!</div>
                     <div class="line">Believe me, lords, my tender years can tell</div>
                     <div class="line">Civil dissension is a viperous worm</div>
                     <div class="line">That gnaws the bowels of the commonwealth.</div>
                     <p>A noise within, 'Down with the tawny-coats!'</p>
                     <div class="line">What tumult's this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">An uproar, I dare warrant,</div>
                     <div class="line">Begun through malice of the bishop's men.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>A noise again, 'Stones! stones!' Enter Mayor</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Mayor</div>
                     <div class="line">O, my good lords, and virtuous Henry,</div>
                     <div class="line">Pity the city of London, pity us!</div>
                     <div class="line">The bishop and the Duke of Gloucester's men,</div>
                     <div class="line">Forbidden late to carry any weapon,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have fill'd their pockets full of pebble stones</div>
                     <div class="line">And banding themselves in contrary parts</div>
                     <div class="line">Do pelt so fast at one another's pate</div>
                     <div class="line">That many have their giddy brains knock'd out:</div>
                     <div class="line">Our windows are broke down in every street</div>
                     <div class="line">And we for fear compell'd to shut our shops.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Serving-men, in skirmish, with bloody pates</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">We charge you, on allegiance to ourself,</div>
                     <div class="line">To hold your slaughtering hands and keep the peace.</div>
                     <div class="line">Pray, uncle Gloucester, mitigate this strife.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Serving-man</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, if we be forbidden stones,</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll fall to it with our teeth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Serving-man</div>
                     <div class="line">Do what ye dare, we are as resolute.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Skirmish again</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">You of my household, leave this peevish broil</div>
                     <div class="line">And set this unaccustom'd fight aside.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Third Serving-man</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, we know your grace to be a man</div>
                     <div class="line">Just and upright; and, for your royal birth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Inferior to none but to his majesty:</div>
                     <div class="line">And ere that we will suffer such a prince,</div>
                     <div class="line">So kind a father of the commonweal,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be disgraced by an inkhorn mate,</div>
                     <div class="line">We and our wives and children all will fight</div>
                     <div class="line">And have our bodies slaughtered by thy foes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Serving-man</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, and the very parings of our nails</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall pitch a field when we are dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Begin again</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, stay, I say!</div>
                     <div class="line">And if you love me, as you say you do,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me persuade you to forbear awhile.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">O, how this discord doth afflict my soul!</div>
                     <div class="line">Can you, my Lord of Winchester, behold</div>
                     <div class="line">My sighs and tears and will not once relent?</div>
                     <div class="line">Who should be pitiful, if you be not?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or who should study to prefer a peace.</div>
                     <div class="line">If holy churchmen take delight in broils?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Yield, my lord protector; yield, Winchester;</div>
                     <div class="line">Except you mean with obstinate repulse</div>
                     <div class="line">To slay your sovereign and destroy the realm.</div>
                     <div class="line">You see what mischief and what murder too</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath been enacted through your enmity;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then be at peace except ye thirst for blood.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">He shall submit, or I will never yield.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Compassion on the king commands me stoop;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or I would see his heart out, ere the priest</div>
                     <div class="line">Should ever get that privilege of me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Behold, my Lord of Winchester, the duke</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath banish'd moody discontented fury,</div>
                     <div class="line">As by his smoothed brows it doth appear:</div>
                     <div class="line">Why look you still so stern and tragical?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Here, Winchester, I offer thee my hand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, uncle Beaufort! I have heard you preach</div>
                     <div class="line">That malice was a great and grievous sin;</div>
                     <div class="line">And will not you maintain the thing you teach,</div>
                     <div class="line">But prove a chief offender in the same?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet king! the bishop hath a kindly gird.</div>
                     <div class="line">For shame, my lord of Winchester, relent!</div>
                     <div class="line">What, shall a child instruct you what to do?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, Duke of Gloucester, I will yield to thee;</div>
                     <div class="line">Love for thy love and hand for hand I give.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Ay, but, I fear me, with a hollow heart.--</div>
                     <div class="line">See here, my friends and loving countrymen,</div>
                     <div class="line">This token serveth for a flag of truce</div>
                     <div class="line">Betwixt ourselves and all our followers:</div>
                     <div class="line">So help me God, as I dissemble not!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  So help me God, as I intend it not!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">O, loving uncle, kind Duke of Gloucester,</div>
                     <div class="line">How joyful am I made by this contract!</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, my masters! trouble us no more;</div>
                     <div class="line">But join in friendship, as your lords have done.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Serving-man</div>
                     <div class="line">Content: I'll to the surgeon's.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Second Serving-man</div>
                     <div class="line">And so will I.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Third Serving-man</div>
                     <div class="line">And I will see what physic the tavern affords.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt Serving-men, Mayor, &c</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Accept this scroll, most gracious sovereign,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which in the right of Richard Plantagenet</div>
                     <div class="line">We do exhibit to your majesty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Well urged, my Lord of Warwick: or sweet prince,</div>
                     <div class="line">And if your grace mark every circumstance,</div>
                     <div class="line">You have great reason to do Richard right;</div>
                     <div class="line">Especially for those occasions</div>
                     <div class="line">At Eltham Place I told your majesty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">And those occasions, uncle, were of force:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, my loving lords, our pleasure is</div>
                     <div class="line">That Richard be restored to his blood.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Let Richard be restored to his blood;</div>
                     <div class="line">So shall his father's wrongs be recompensed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">As will the rest, so willeth Winchester.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">If Richard will be true, not that alone</div>
                     <div class="line">But all the whole inheritance I give</div>
                     <div class="line">That doth belong unto the house of York,</div>
                     <div class="line">From whence you spring by lineal descent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy humble servant vows obedience</div>
                     <div class="line">And humble service till the point of death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Stoop then and set your knee against my foot;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, in reguerdon of that duty done,</div>
                     <div class="line">I gird thee with the valiant sword of York:</div>
                     <div class="line">Rise Richard, like a true Plantagenet,</div>
                     <div class="line">And rise created princely Duke of York.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                     <div class="line">And so thrive Richard as thy foes may fall!</div>
                     <div class="line">And as my duty springs, so perish they</div>
                     <div class="line">That grudge one thought against your majesty!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALL</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, high prince, the mighty Duke of York!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Perish, base prince, ignoble Duke of York!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Now will it best avail your majesty</div>
                     <div class="line">To cross the seas and to be crown'd in France:</div>
                     <div class="line">The presence of a king engenders love</div>
                     <div class="line">Amongst his subjects and his loyal friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">As it disanimates his enemies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">When Gloucester says the word, King Henry goes;</div>
                     <div class="line">For friendly counsel cuts off many foes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Your ships already are in readiness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but EXETER</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, we may march in England or in France,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not seeing what is likely to ensue.</div>
                     <div class="line">This late dissension grown betwixt the peers</div>
                     <div class="line">Burns under feigned ashes of forged love</div>
                     <div class="line">And will at last break out into a flame:</div>
                     <div class="line">As fester'd members rot but by degree,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till bones and flesh and sinews fall away,</div>
                     <div class="line">So will this base and envious discord breed.</div>
                     <div class="line">And now I fear that fatal prophecy</div>
                     <div class="line">Which in the time of Henry named the Fifth</div>
                     <div class="line">Was in the mouth of every sucking babe;</div>
                     <div class="line">That Henry born at Monmouth should win all</div>
                     <div class="line">And Henry born at Windsor lose all:</div>
                     <div class="line">Which is so plain that Exeter doth wish</div>
                     <div class="line">His days may finish ere that hapless time.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  France. Before Rouen.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldiers
with sacks upon their backs</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen,</div>
                     <div class="line">Through which our policy must make a breach:</div>
                     <div class="line">Take heed, be wary how you place your words;</div>
                     <div class="line">Talk like the vulgar sort of market men</div>
                     <div class="line">That come to gather money for their corn.</div>
                     <div class="line">If we have entrance, as I hope we shall,</div>
                     <div class="line">And that we find the slothful watch but weak,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll by a sign give notice to our friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">First Soldier</div>
                     <div class="line">Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city,</div>
                     <div class="line">And we be lords and rulers over Rouen;</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore we'll knock.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Knocks</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Watch</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Within</span>  Qui est la?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Paysans, pauvres gens de France;</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor market folks that come to sell their corn.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Watch</div>
                     <div class="line">Enter, go in; the market bell is rung.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
               <p>Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON,
REIGNIER, and forces</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem!</div>
                     <div class="line">And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants;</div>
                     <div class="line">Now she is there, how will she specify</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is the best and safest passage in?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is,</div>
                     <div class="line">No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out a
torch burning</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Behold, this is the happy wedding torch</div>
                     <div class="line">That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen,</div>
                     <div class="line">But burning fatal to the Talbotites!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend;</div>
                     <div class="line">The burning torch in yonder turret stands.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Now shine it like a comet of revenge,</div>
                     <div class="line">A prophet to the fall of all our foes!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends;</div>
                     <div class="line">Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then do execution on the watch.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Alarum. Exeunt</p>
               <p>An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">If Talbot but survive thy treachery.</div>
                     <div class="line">Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares,</div>
                     <div class="line">That hardly we escaped the pride of France.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <p>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</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread?</div>
                     <div class="line">I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast</div>
                     <div class="line">Before he'll buy again at such a rate:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan!</div>
                     <div class="line">I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own</div>
                     <div class="line">And make thee curse the harvest of that corn.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Your grace may starve perhaps before that time.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance,</div>
                     <div class="line">And run a tilt at death within a chair?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite,</div>
                     <div class="line">Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours!</div>
                     <div class="line">Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age</div>
                     <div class="line">And twit with cowardice a man half dead?</div>
                     <div class="line">Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;</div>
                     <div class="line">If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.</div>
                     <p>The English whisper together in council</p>
                     <div class="line">God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Belike your lordship takes us then for fools,</div>
                     <div class="line">To try if that our own be ours or no.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">I speak not to that railing Hecate,</div>
                     <div class="line">But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest;</div>
                     <div class="line">Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Signior, no.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Signior, hang! base muleters of France!</div>
                     <div class="line">Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls</div>
                     <div class="line">And dare not take up arms like gentlemen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Away, captains! let's get us from the walls;</div>
                     <div class="line">For Talbot means no goodness by his looks.</div>
                     <div class="line">God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you</div>
                     <div class="line">That we are here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt from the walls</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">And there will we be too, ere it be long,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame!</div>
                     <div class="line">Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house,</div>
                     <div class="line">Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France,</div>
                     <div class="line">Either to get the town again or die:</div>
                     <div class="line">And I, as sure as English Henry lives</div>
                     <div class="line">And as his father here was conqueror,</div>
                     <div class="line">As sure as in this late-betrayed town</div>
                     <div class="line">Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried,</div>
                     <div class="line">So sure I swear to get the town or die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">My vows are equal partners with thy vows.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">But, ere we go, regard this dying prince,</div>
                     <div class="line">The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord,</div>
                     <div class="line">We will bestow you in some better place,</div>
                     <div class="line">Fitter for sickness and for crazy age.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me:</div>
                     <div class="line">Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen</div>
                     <div class="line">And will be partner of your weal or woe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Not to be gone from hence; for once I read</div>
                     <div class="line">That stout Pendragon in his litter sick</div>
                     <div class="line">Came to the field and vanquished his foes:</div>
                     <div class="line">Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because I ever found them as myself.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Undaunted spirit in a dying breast!</div>
                     <div class="line">Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe!</div>
                     <div class="line">And now no more ado, brave Burgundy,</div>
                     <div class="line">But gather we our forces out of hand</div>
                     <div class="line">And set upon our boasting enemy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt all but BEDFORD and Attendants</p>
               <p>An alarum: excursions. Enter FASTOLFE and
a Captain</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FASTOLFE</div>
                     <div class="line">Whither away! to save myself by flight:</div>
                     <div class="line">We are like to have the overthrow again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FASTOLFE</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay,</div>
                     <div class="line">All the Talbots in the world, to save my life!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <p>Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON,
and CHARLES fly</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please,</div>
                     <div class="line">For I have seen our enemies' overthrow.</div>
                     <div class="line">What is the trust or strength of foolish man?</div>
                     <div class="line">They that of late were daring with their scoffs</div>
                     <div class="line">Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair</p>
               <p>An alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Lost, and recover'd in a day again!</div>
                     <div class="line">This is a double honour, Burgundy:</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet heavens have glory for this victory!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy</div>
                     <div class="line">Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now?</div>
                     <div class="line">I think her old familiar is asleep:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks?</div>
                     <div class="line">What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief</div>
                     <div class="line">That such a valiant company are fled.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now will we take some order in the town,</div>
                     <div class="line">Placing therein some expert officers,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then depart to Paris to the king,</div>
                     <div class="line">For there young Henry with his nobles lie.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">But yet, before we go, let's not forget</div>
                     <div class="line">The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased,</div>
                     <div class="line">But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen:</div>
                     <div class="line">A braver soldier never couched lance,</div>
                     <div class="line">A gentler heart did never sway in court;</div>
                     <div class="line">But kings and mightiest potentates must die,</div>
                     <div class="line">For that's the end of human misery.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  The plains near Rouen.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, JOAN
LA PUCELLE, and forces</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Dismay not, princes, at this accident,</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:</div>
                     <div class="line">Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,</div>
                     <div class="line">For things that are not to be remedied.</div>
                     <div class="line">Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while</div>
                     <div class="line">And like a peacock sweep along his tail;</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,</div>
                     <div class="line">If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">We have been guided by thee hitherto,</div>
                     <div class="line">And of thy cunning had no diffidence:</div>
                     <div class="line">One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">Search out thy wit for secret policies,</div>
                     <div class="line">And we will make thee famous through the world.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll set thy statue in some holy place,</div>
                     <div class="line">And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:</div>
                     <div class="line">Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:</div>
                     <div class="line">By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words</div>
                     <div class="line">We will entice the Duke of Burgundy</div>
                     <div class="line">To leave the Talbot and to follow us.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,</div>
                     <div class="line">France were no place for Henry's warriors;</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor should that nation boast it so with us,</div>
                     <div class="line">But be extirped from our provinces.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">For ever should they be expulsed from France</div>
                     <div class="line">And not have title of an earldom here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Your honours shall perceive how I will work</div>
                     <div class="line">To bring this matter to the wished end.</div>
                     <p>Drum sounds afar off</p>
                     <div class="line">Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive</div>
                     <div class="line">Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.</div>
                     <p>Here sound an English march. Enter, and pass over
at a distance, TALBOT and his forces</p>
                     <div class="line">There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,</div>
                     <div class="line">And all the troops of English after him.</div>
                     <p>French march. Enter BURGUNDY and forces</p>
                     <div class="line">Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:</div>
                     <div class="line">Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.</div>
                     <div class="line">Summon a parley; we will talk with him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Trumpets sound a parley</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak on; but be not over-tedious.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Look on thy country, look on fertile France,</div>
                     <div class="line">And see the cities and the towns defaced</div>
                     <div class="line">By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.</div>
                     <div class="line">As looks the mother on her lowly babe</div>
                     <div class="line">When death doth close his tender dying eyes,</div>
                     <div class="line">See, see the pining malady of France;</div>
                     <div class="line">Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, turn thy edged sword another way;</div>
                     <div class="line">Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.</div>
                     <div class="line">One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom</div>
                     <div class="line">Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:</div>
                     <div class="line">Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,</div>
                     <div class="line">And wash away thy country's stained spots.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or nature makes me suddenly relent.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.</div>
                     <div class="line">Who joint'st thou with but with a lordly nation</div>
                     <div class="line">That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?</div>
                     <div class="line">When Talbot hath set footing once in France</div>
                     <div class="line">And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who then but English Henry will be lord</div>
                     <div class="line">And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?</div>
                     <div class="line">Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,</div>
                     <div class="line">Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?</div>
                     <div class="line">And was he not in England prisoner?</div>
                     <div class="line">But when they heard he was thine enemy,</div>
                     <div class="line">They set him free without his ransom paid,</div>
                     <div class="line">In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.</div>
                     <div class="line">See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen</div>
                     <div class="line">And joint'st with them will be thy slaughtermen.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord:</div>
                     <div class="line">Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers</div>
                     <div class="line">Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,</div>
                     <div class="line">And made me almost yield upon my knees.</div>
                     <div class="line">Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:</div>
                     <div class="line">My forces and my power of men are yours:</div>
                     <div class="line">So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">And doth beget new courage in our breasts.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,</div>
                     <div class="line">And doth deserve a coronet of gold.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,</div>
                     <div class="line">And seek how we may prejudice the foe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.5.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Paris. The palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF
WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK,
EXETER, VERNON BASSET, and others. To them
with his Soldiers, TALBOT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious prince, and honourable peers,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hearing of your arrival in this realm,</div>
                     <div class="line">I have awhile given truce unto my wars,</div>
                     <div class="line">To do my duty to my sovereign:</div>
                     <div class="line">In sign, whereof, this arm, that hath reclaim'd</div>
                     <div class="line">To your obedience fifty fortresses,</div>
                     <div class="line">Twelve cities and seven walled towns of strength,</div>
                     <div class="line">Beside five hundred prisoners of esteem,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lets fall his sword before your highness' feet,</div>
                     <div class="line">And with submissive loyalty of heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Ascribes the glory of his conquest got</div>
                     <div class="line">First to my God and next unto your grace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Kneels</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Is this the Lord Talbot, uncle Gloucester,</div>
                     <div class="line">That hath so long been resident in France?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, if it please your majesty, my liege.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, brave captain and victorious lord!</div>
                     <div class="line">When I was young, as yet I am not old,</div>
                     <div class="line">I do remember how my father said</div>
                     <div class="line">A stouter champion never handled sword.</div>
                     <div class="line">Long since we were resolved of your truth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your faithful service and your toil in war;</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet never have you tasted our reward,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or been reguerdon'd with so much as thanks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because till now we never saw your face:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, stand up; and, for these good deserts,</div>
                     <div class="line">We here create you Earl of Shrewsbury;</div>
                     <div class="line">And in our coronation take your place.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Sennet. Flourish. Exeunt all but VERNON and BASSET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,</div>
                     <div class="line">Disgracing of these colours that I wear</div>
                     <div class="line">In honour of my noble Lord of York:</div>
                     <div class="line">Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage</div>
                     <div class="line">The envious barking of your saucy tongue</div>
                     <div class="line">Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">Sirrah, thy lord I honour as he is.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, what is he? as good a man as York.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">Hark ye; not so: in witness, take ye that.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Strikes him</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Villain, thou know'st the law of arms is such</div>
                     <div class="line">That whoso draws a sword, 'tis present death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else this blow should broach thy dearest blood.</div>
                     <div class="line">But I'll unto his majesty, and crave</div>
                     <div class="line">I may have liberty to venge this wrong;</div>
                     <div class="line">When thou shalt see I'll meet thee to thy cost.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, miscreant, I'll be there as soon as you;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, after, meet you sooner than you would.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.6">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 4. ACT IV</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Paris. A hall of state.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  Before Bourdeaux.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  Plains in Gascony.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  Other plains in Gascony.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.6">5. SCENE V.  The English camp near Bourdeaux.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.7">6. SCENE VI.  A field of battle.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.6.8">7. SCENE VII.  Another part of the field.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  Paris. A hall of state.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, BISHOP OF
WINCHESTER, YORK, SUFFOLK, SOMERSET, WARWICK,
TALBOT, EXETER, the Governor, of Paris, and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord bishop, set the crown upon his head.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">God save King Henry, of that name the sixth!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, governor of Paris, take your oath,</div>
                     <div class="line">That you elect no other king but him;</div>
                     <div class="line">Esteem none friends but such as are his friends,</div>
                     <div class="line">And none your foes but such as shall pretend</div>
                     <div class="line">Malicious practises against his state:</div>
                     <div class="line">This shall ye do, so help you righteous God!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter FASTOLFE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">FASTOLFE</div>
                     <div class="line">My gracious sovereign, as I rode from Calais,</div>
                     <div class="line">To haste unto your coronation,</div>
                     <div class="line">A letter was deliver'd to my hands,</div>
                     <div class="line">Writ to your grace from the Duke of Burgundy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Shame to the Duke of Burgundy and thee!</div>
                     <div class="line">I vow'd, base knight, when I did meet thee next,</div>
                     <div class="line">To tear the garter from thy craven's leg,</div>
                     <p>Plucking it off</p>
                     <div class="line">Which I have done, because unworthily</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou wast installed in that high degree.</div>
                     <div class="line">Pardon me, princely Henry, and the rest</div>
                     <div class="line">This dastard, at the battle of Patay,</div>
                     <div class="line">When but in all I was six thousand strong</div>
                     <div class="line">And that the French were almost ten to one,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before we met or that a stroke was given,</div>
                     <div class="line">Like to a trusty squire did run away:</div>
                     <div class="line">In which assault we lost twelve hundred men;</div>
                     <div class="line">Myself and divers gentlemen beside</div>
                     <div class="line">Were there surprised and taken prisoners.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then judge, great lords, if I have done amiss;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or whether that such cowards ought to wear</div>
                     <div class="line">This ornament of knighthood, yea or no.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">To say the truth, this fact was infamous</div>
                     <div class="line">And ill beseeming any common man,</div>
                     <div class="line">Much more a knight, a captain and a leader.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">When first this order was ordain'd, my lords,</div>
                     <div class="line">Knights of the garter were of noble birth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Valiant and virtuous, full of haughty courage,</div>
                     <div class="line">Such as were grown to credit by the wars;</div>
                     <div class="line">Not fearing death, nor shrinking for distress,</div>
                     <div class="line">But always resolute in most extremes.</div>
                     <div class="line">He then that is not furnish'd in this sort</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth but usurp the sacred name of knight,</div>
                     <div class="line">Profaning this most honourable order,</div>
                     <div class="line">And should, if I were worthy to be judge,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be quite degraded, like a hedge-born swain</div>
                     <div class="line">That doth presume to boast of gentle blood.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Stain to thy countrymen, thou hear'st thy doom!</div>
                     <div class="line">Be packing, therefore, thou that wast a knight:</div>
                     <div class="line">Henceforth we banish thee, on pain of death.</div>
                     <p>Exit FASTOLFE</p>
                     <div class="line">And now, my lord protector, view the letter</div>
                     <div class="line">Sent from our uncle Duke of Burgundy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">What means his grace, that he hath changed his style?</div>
                     <div class="line">No more but, plain and bluntly, 'To the king!'</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath he forgot he is his sovereign?</div>
                     <div class="line">Or doth this churlish superscription</div>
                     <div class="line">Pretend some alteration in good will?</div>
                     <div class="line">What's here?</div>
                     <p>Reads</p>
                     <div class="line">'I have, upon especial cause,</div>
                     <div class="line">Moved with compassion of my country's wreck,</div>
                     <div class="line">Together with the pitiful complaints</div>
                     <div class="line">Of such as your oppression feeds upon,</div>
                     <div class="line">Forsaken your pernicious faction</div>
                     <div class="line">And join'd with Charles, the rightful King of France.'</div>
                     <div class="line">O monstrous treachery! can this be so,</div>
                     <div class="line">That in alliance, amity and oaths,</div>
                     <div class="line">There should be found such false dissembling guile?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">What! doth my uncle Burgundy revolt?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">He doth, my lord, and is become your foe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Is that the worst this letter doth contain?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">It is the worst, and all, my lord, he writes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, then, Lord Talbot there shall talk with him</div>
                     <div class="line">And give him chastisement for this abuse.</div>
                     <div class="line">How say you, my lord? are you not content?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Content, my liege! yes, but that I am prevented,</div>
                     <div class="line">I should have begg'd I might have been employ'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Then gather strength and march unto him straight:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let him perceive how ill we brook his treason</div>
                     <div class="line">And what offence it is to flout his friends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">I go, my lord, in heart desiring still</div>
                     <div class="line">You may behold confusion of your foes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <p>Enter VERNON and BASSET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">Grant me the combat, gracious sovereign.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSET</div>
                     <div class="line">And me, my lord, grant me the combat too.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">This is my servant: hear him, noble prince.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">And this is mine: sweet Henry, favour him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Be patient, lords; and give them leave to speak.</div>
                     <div class="line">Say, gentlemen, what makes you thus exclaim?</div>
                     <div class="line">And wherefore crave you combat? or with whom?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">With him, my lord; for he hath done me wrong.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSET</div>
                     <div class="line">And I with him; for he hath done me wrong.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">What is that wrong whereof you both complain?</div>
                     <div class="line">First let me know, and then I'll answer you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Crossing the sea from England into France,</div>
                     <div class="line">This fellow here, with envious carping tongue,</div>
                     <div class="line">Upbraided me about the rose I wear;</div>
                     <div class="line">Saying, the sanguine colour of the leaves</div>
                     <div class="line">Did represent my master's blushing cheeks,</div>
                     <div class="line">When stubbornly he did repugn the truth</div>
                     <div class="line">About a certain question in the law</div>
                     <div class="line">Argued betwixt the Duke of York and him;</div>
                     <div class="line">With other vile and ignominious terms:</div>
                     <div class="line">In confutation of which rude reproach</div>
                     <div class="line">And in defence of my lord's worthiness,</div>
                     <div class="line">I crave the benefit of law of arms.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">And that is my petition, noble lord:</div>
                     <div class="line">For though he seem with forged quaint conceit</div>
                     <div class="line">To set a gloss upon his bold intent,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet know, my lord, I was provoked by him;</div>
                     <div class="line">And he first took exceptions at this badge,</div>
                     <div class="line">Pronouncing that the paleness of this flower</div>
                     <div class="line">Bewray'd the faintness of my master's heart.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Will not this malice, Somerset, be left?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Your private grudge, my Lord of York, will out,</div>
                     <div class="line">Though ne'er so cunningly you smother it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Good Lord, what madness rules in brainsick men,</div>
                     <div class="line">When for so slight and frivolous a cause</div>
                     <div class="line">Such factious emulations shall arise!</div>
                     <div class="line">Good cousins both, of York and Somerset,</div>
                     <div class="line">Quiet yourselves, I pray, and be at peace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Let this dissension first be tried by fight,</div>
                     <div class="line">And then your highness shall command a peace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">The quarrel toucheth none but us alone;</div>
                     <div class="line">Betwixt ourselves let us decide it then.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">There is my pledge; accept it, Somerset.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                     <div class="line">Nay, let it rest where it began at first.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Confirm it so, mine honourable lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Confirm it so! Confounded be your strife!</div>
                     <div class="line">And perish ye, with your audacious prate!</div>
                     <div class="line">Presumptuous vassals, are you not ashamed</div>
                     <div class="line">With this immodest clamorous outrage</div>
                     <div class="line">To trouble and disturb the king and us?</div>
                     <div class="line">And you, my lords, methinks you do not well</div>
                     <div class="line">To bear with their perverse objections;</div>
                     <div class="line">Much less to take occasion from their mouths</div>
                     <div class="line">To raise a mutiny betwixt yourselves:</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me persuade you take a better course.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">It grieves his highness: good my lords, be friends.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Come hither, you that would be combatants:</div>
                     <div class="line">Henceforth I charge you, as you love our favour,</div>
                     <div class="line">Quite to forget this quarrel and the cause.</div>
                     <div class="line">And you, my lords, remember where we are,</div>
                     <div class="line">In France, amongst a fickle wavering nation:</div>
                     <div class="line">If they perceive dissension in our looks</div>
                     <div class="line">And that within ourselves we disagree,</div>
                     <div class="line">How will their grudging stomachs be provoked</div>
                     <div class="line">To wilful disobedience, and rebel!</div>
                     <div class="line">Beside, what infamy will there arise,</div>
                     <div class="line">When foreign princes shall be certified</div>
                     <div class="line">That for a toy, a thing of no regard,</div>
                     <div class="line">King Henry's peers and chief nobility</div>
                     <div class="line">Destroy'd themselves, and lost the realm of France!</div>
                     <div class="line">O, think upon the conquest of my father,</div>
                     <div class="line">My tender years, and let us not forego</div>
                     <div class="line">That for a trifle that was bought with blood</div>
                     <div class="line">Let me be umpire in this doubtful strife.</div>
                     <div class="line">I see no reason, if I wear this rose,</div>
                     <p>Putting on a red rose</p>
                     <div class="line">That any one should therefore be suspicious</div>
                     <div class="line">I more incline to Somerset than York:</div>
                     <div class="line">Both are my kinsmen, and I love them both:</div>
                     <div class="line">As well they may upbraid me with my crown,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because, forsooth, the king of Scots is crown'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">But your discretions better can persuade</div>
                     <div class="line">Than I am able to instruct or teach:</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore, as we hither came in peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">So let us still continue peace and love.</div>
                     <div class="line">Cousin of York, we institute your grace</div>
                     <div class="line">To be our regent in these parts of France:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, good my Lord of Somerset, unite</div>
                     <div class="line">Your troops of horsemen with his bands of foot;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, like true subjects, sons of your progenitors,</div>
                     <div class="line">Go cheerfully together and digest.</div>
                     <div class="line">Your angry choler on your enemies.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ourself, my lord protector and the rest</div>
                     <div class="line">After some respite will return to Calais;</div>
                     <div class="line">From thence to England; where I hope ere long</div>
                     <div class="line">To be presented, by your victories,</div>
                     <div class="line">With Charles, Alencon and that traitorous rout.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Flourish. Exeunt all but YORK, WARWICK, EXETER
and VERNON</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">My Lord of York, I promise you, the king</div>
                     <div class="line">Prettily, methought, did play the orator.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">And so he did; but yet I like it not,</div>
                     <div class="line">In that he wears the badge of Somerset.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Tush, that was but his fancy, blame him not;</div>
                     <div class="line">I dare presume, sweet prince, he thought no harm.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">An if I wist he did,--but let it rest;</div>
                     <div class="line">Other affairs must now be managed.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt all but EXETER</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Well didst thou, Richard, to suppress thy voice;</div>
                     <div class="line">For, had the passions of thy heart burst out,</div>
                     <div class="line">I fear we should have seen decipher'd there</div>
                     <div class="line">More rancorous spite, more furious raging broils,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than yet can be imagined or supposed.</div>
                     <div class="line">But howsoe'er, no simple man that sees</div>
                     <div class="line">This jarring discord of nobility,</div>
                     <div class="line">This shouldering of each other in the court,</div>
                     <div class="line">This factious bandying of their favourites,</div>
                     <div class="line">But that it doth presage some ill event.</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis much when sceptres are in children's hands;</div>
                     <div class="line">But more when envy breeds unkind division;</div>
                     <div class="line">There comes the rain, there begins confusion.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  Before Bourdeaux.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TALBOT, with trump and drum</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Go to the gates of Bourdeaux, trumpeter:</div>
                     <div class="line">Summon their general unto the wall.</div>
                     <p>Trumpet sounds. Enter General and others, aloft</p>
                     <div class="line">English John Talbot, captains, calls you forth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Servant in arms to Harry King of England;</div>
                     <div class="line">And thus he would: Open your city gates;</div>
                     <div class="line">Be humble to us; call my sovereign yours,</div>
                     <div class="line">And do him homage as obedient subjects;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I'll withdraw me and my bloody power:</div>
                     <div class="line">But, if you frown upon this proffer'd peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">You tempt the fury of my three attendants,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lean famine, quartering steel, and climbing fire;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who in a moment even with the earth</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall lay your stately and air-braving towers,</div>
                     <div class="line">If you forsake the offer of their love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">General</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou ominous and fearful owl of death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our nation's terror and their bloody scourge!</div>
                     <div class="line">The period of thy tyranny approacheth.</div>
                     <div class="line">On us thou canst not enter but by death;</div>
                     <div class="line">For, I protest, we are well fortified</div>
                     <div class="line">And strong enough to issue out and fight:</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou retire, the Dauphin, well appointed,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stands with the snares of war to tangle thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">On either hand thee there are squadrons pitch'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">To wall thee from the liberty of flight;</div>
                     <div class="line">And no way canst thou turn thee for redress,</div>
                     <div class="line">But death doth front thee with apparent spoil</div>
                     <div class="line">And pale destruction meets thee in the face.</div>
                     <div class="line">Ten thousand French have ta'en the sacrament</div>
                     <div class="line">To rive their dangerous artillery</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon no Christian soul but English Talbot.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lo, there thou stand'st, a breathing valiant man,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of an invincible unconquer'd spirit!</div>
                     <div class="line">This is the latest glory of thy praise</div>
                     <div class="line">That I, thy enemy, due thee withal;</div>
                     <div class="line">For ere the glass, that now begins to run,</div>
                     <div class="line">Finish the process of his sandy hour,</div>
                     <div class="line">These eyes, that see thee now well coloured,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall see thee wither'd, bloody, pale and dead.</div>
                     <p>Drum afar off</p>
                     <div class="line">Hark! hark! the Dauphin's drum, a warning bell,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sings heavy music to thy timorous soul;</div>
                     <div class="line">And mine shall ring thy dire departure out.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt General, &c</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">He fables not; I hear the enemy:</div>
                     <div class="line">Out, some light horsemen, and peruse their wings.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, negligent and heedless discipline!</div>
                     <div class="line">How are we park'd and bounded in a pale,</div>
                     <div class="line">A little herd of England's timorous deer,</div>
                     <div class="line">Mazed with a yelping kennel of French curs!</div>
                     <div class="line">If we be English deer, be then in blood;</div>
                     <div class="line">Not rascal-like, to fall down with a pinch,</div>
                     <div class="line">But rather, moody-mad and desperate stags,</div>
                     <div class="line">Turn on the bloody hounds with heads of steel</div>
                     <div class="line">And make the cowards stand aloof at bay:</div>
                     <div class="line">Sell every man his life as dear as mine,</div>
                     <div class="line">And they shall find dear deer of us, my friends.</div>
                     <div class="line">God and Saint George, Talbot and England's right,</div>
                     <div class="line">Prosper our colours in this dangerous fight!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Plains in Gascony.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter a Messenger that meets YORK. Enter YORK
with trumpet and many Soldiers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Are not the speedy scouts return'd again,</div>
                     <div class="line">That dogg'd the mighty army of the Dauphin?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                     <div class="line">They are return'd, my lord, and give it out</div>
                     <div class="line">That he is march'd to Bourdeaux with his power,</div>
                     <div class="line">To fight with Talbot: as he march'd along,</div>
                     <div class="line">By your espials were discovered</div>
                     <div class="line">Two mightier troops than that the Dauphin led,</div>
                     <div class="line">Which join'd with him and made their march for Bourdeaux.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">A plague upon that villain Somerset,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thus delays my promised supply</div>
                     <div class="line">Of horsemen, that were levied for this siege!</div>
                     <div class="line">Renowned Talbot doth expect my aid,</div>
                     <div class="line">And I am lowted by a traitor villain</div>
                     <div class="line">And cannot help the noble chevalier:</div>
                     <div class="line">God comfort him in this necessity!</div>
                     <div class="line">If he miscarry, farewell wars in France.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Sir William LUCY</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou princely leader of our English strength,</div>
                     <div class="line">Never so needful on the earth of France,</div>
                     <div class="line">Spur to the rescue of the noble Talbot,</div>
                     <div class="line">Who now is girdled with a waist of iron</div>
                     <div class="line">And hemm'd about with grim destruction:</div>
                     <div class="line">To Bourdeaux, warlike duke! to Bourdeaux, York!</div>
                     <div class="line">Else, farewell Talbot, France, and England's honour.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">O God, that Somerset, who in proud heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Doth stop my cornets, were in Talbot's place!</div>
                     <div class="line">So should we save a valiant gentleman</div>
                     <div class="line">By forfeiting a traitor and a coward.</div>
                     <div class="line">Mad ire and wrathful fury makes me weep,</div>
                     <div class="line">That thus we die, while remiss traitors sleep.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">O, send some succor to the distress'd lord!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">He dies, we lose; I break my warlike word;</div>
                     <div class="line">We mourn, France smiles; we lose, they daily get;</div>
                     <div class="line">All 'long of this vile traitor Somerset.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Then God take mercy on brave Talbot's soul;</div>
                     <div class="line">And on his son young John, who two hours since</div>
                     <div class="line">I met in travel toward his warlike father!</div>
                     <div class="line">This seven years did not Talbot see his son;</div>
                     <div class="line">And now they meet where both their lives are done.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Alas, what joy shall noble Talbot have</div>
                     <div class="line">To bid his young son welcome to his grave?</div>
                     <div class="line">Away! vexation almost stops my breath,</div>
                     <div class="line">That sunder'd friends greet in the hour of death.</div>
                     <div class="line">Lucy, farewell; no more my fortune can,</div>
                     <div class="line">But curse the cause I cannot aid the man.</div>
                     <div class="line">Maine, Blois, Poictiers, and Tours, are won away,</div>
                     <div class="line">'Long all of Somerset and his delay.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit, with his soldiers</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus, while the vulture of sedition</div>
                     <div class="line">Feeds in the bosom of such great commanders,</div>
                     <div class="line">Sleeping neglection doth betray to loss</div>
                     <div class="line">The conquest of our scarce cold conqueror,</div>
                     <div class="line">That ever living man of memory,</div>
                     <div class="line">Henry the Fifth: whiles they each other cross,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lives, honours, lands and all hurry to loss.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Other plains in Gascony.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter SOMERSET, with his army; a Captain of
TALBOT's with him</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">It is too late; I cannot send them now:</div>
                     <div class="line">This expedition was by York and Talbot</div>
                     <div class="line">Too rashly plotted: all our general force</div>
                     <div class="line">Might with a sally of the very town</div>
                     <div class="line">Be buckled with: the over-daring Talbot</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath sullied all his gloss of former honour</div>
                     <div class="line">By this unheedful, desperate, wild adventure:</div>
                     <div class="line">York set him on to fight and die in shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">That, Talbot dead, great York might bear the name.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me</div>
                     <div class="line">Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Sir William LUCY</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Whither, my lord? from bought and sold Lord Talbot;</div>
                     <div class="line">Who, ring'd about with bold adversity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Cries out for noble York and Somerset,</div>
                     <div class="line">To beat assailing death from his weak legions:</div>
                     <div class="line">And whiles the honourable captain there</div>
                     <div class="line">Drops bloody sweat from his war-wearied limbs,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, in advantage lingering, looks for rescue,</div>
                     <div class="line">You, his false hopes, the trust of England's honour,</div>
                     <div class="line">Keep off aloof with worthless emulation.</div>
                     <div class="line">Let not your private discord keep away</div>
                     <div class="line">The levied succors that should lend him aid,</div>
                     <div class="line">While he, renowned noble gentleman,</div>
                     <div class="line">Yields up his life unto a world of odds:</div>
                     <div class="line">Orleans the Bastard, Charles, Burgundy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Alencon, Reignier, compass him about,</div>
                     <div class="line">And Talbot perisheth by your default.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">York set him on; York should have sent him aid.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">And York as fast upon your grace exclaims;</div>
                     <div class="line">Swearing that you withhold his levied host,</div>
                     <div class="line">Collected for this expedition.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;</div>
                     <div class="line">I owe him little duty, and less love;</div>
                     <div class="line">And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">The fraud of England, not the force of France,</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath now entrapp'd the noble-minded Talbot:</div>
                     <div class="line">Never to England shall he bear his life;</div>
                     <div class="line">But dies, betray'd to fortune by your strife.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, go; I will dispatch the horsemen straight:</div>
                     <div class="line">Within six hours they will be at his aid.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Too late comes rescue: he is ta'en or slain;</div>
                     <div class="line">For fly he could not, if he would have fled;</div>
                     <div class="line">And fly would Talbot never, though he might.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                     <div class="line">If he be dead, brave Talbot, then adieu!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">His fame lives in the world, his shame in you.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  The English camp near Bourdeaux.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter TALBOT and JOHN his son</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">O young John Talbot! I did send for thee</div>
                     <div class="line">To tutor thee in stratagems of war,</div>
                     <div class="line">That Talbot's name might be in thee revived</div>
                     <div class="line">When sapless age and weak unable limbs</div>
                     <div class="line">Should bring thy father to his drooping chair.</div>
                     <div class="line">But, O malignant and ill-boding stars!</div>
                     <div class="line">Now thou art come unto a feast of death,</div>
                     <div class="line">A terrible and unavoided danger:</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, dear boy, mount on my swiftest horse;</div>
                     <div class="line">And I'll direct thee how thou shalt escape</div>
                     <div class="line">By sudden flight: come, dally not, be gone.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Is my name Talbot? and am I your son?</div>
                     <div class="line">And shall I fly? O if you love my mother,</div>
                     <div class="line">Dishonour not her honourable name,</div>
                     <div class="line">To make a bastard and a slave of me!</div>
                     <div class="line">The world will say, he is not Talbot's blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">That basely fled when noble Talbot stood.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Fly, to revenge my death, if I be slain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">He that flies so will ne'er return again.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">If we both stay, we both are sure to die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Then let me stay; and, father, do you fly:</div>
                     <div class="line">Your loss is great, so your regard should be;</div>
                     <div class="line">My worth unknown, no loss is known in me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon my death the French can little boast;</div>
                     <div class="line">In yours they will, in you all hopes are lost.</div>
                     <div class="line">Flight cannot stain the honour you have won;</div>
                     <div class="line">But mine it will, that no exploit have done:</div>
                     <div class="line">You fled for vantage, everyone will swear;</div>
                     <div class="line">But, if I bow, they'll say it was for fear.</div>
                     <div class="line">There is no hope that ever I will stay,</div>
                     <div class="line">If the first hour I shrink and run away.</div>
                     <div class="line">Here on my knee I beg mortality,</div>
                     <div class="line">Rather than life preserved with infamy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall all thy mother's hopes lie in one tomb?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, rather than I'll shame my mother's womb.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon my blessing, I command thee go.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">To fight I will, but not to fly the foe.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Part of thy father may be saved in thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">No part of him but will be shame in me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou never hadst renown, nor canst not lose it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, your renowned name: shall flight abuse it?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy father's charge shall clear thee from that stain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">You cannot witness for me, being slain.</div>
                     <div class="line">If death be so apparent, then both fly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">And leave my followers here to fight and die?</div>
                     <div class="line">My age was never tainted with such shame.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">And shall my youth be guilty of such blame?</div>
                     <div class="line">No more can I be sever'd from your side,</div>
                     <div class="line">Than can yourself yourself in twain divide:</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, go, do what you will, the like do I;</div>
                     <div class="line">For live I will not, if my father die.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Then here I take my leave of thee, fair son,</div>
                     <div class="line">Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, side by side together live and die.</div>
                     <div class="line">And soul with soul from France to heaven fly.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.7">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>6. SCENE VI.  A field of battle.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Alarum: excursions, wherein JOHN TALBOT is
hemmed about, and TALBOT rescues him</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Saint George and victory! fight, soldiers, fight.</div>
                     <div class="line">The regent hath with Talbot broke his word</div>
                     <div class="line">And left us to the rage of France his sword.</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is John Talbot? Pause, and take thy breath;</div>
                     <div class="line">I gave thee life and rescued thee from death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">O, twice my father, twice am I thy son!</div>
                     <div class="line">The life thou gavest me first was lost and done,</div>
                     <div class="line">Till with thy warlike sword, despite of late,</div>
                     <div class="line">To my determined time thou gavest new date.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">When from the Dauphin's crest thy sword struck fire,</div>
                     <div class="line">It warm'd thy father's heart with proud desire</div>
                     <div class="line">Of bold-faced victory. Then leaden age,</div>
                     <div class="line">Quicken'd with youthful spleen and warlike rage,</div>
                     <div class="line">Beat down Alencon, Orleans, Burgundy,</div>
                     <div class="line">And from the pride of Gallia rescued thee.</div>
                     <div class="line">The ireful bastard Orleans, that drew blood</div>
                     <div class="line">From thee, my boy, and had the maidenhood</div>
                     <div class="line">Of thy first fight, I soon encountered,</div>
                     <div class="line">And interchanging blows I quickly shed</div>
                     <div class="line">Some of his bastard blood; and in disgrace</div>
                     <div class="line">Bespoke him thus; 'Contaminated, base</div>
                     <div class="line">And misbegotten blood I spill of thine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Mean and right poor, for that pure blood of mine</div>
                     <div class="line">Which thou didst force from Talbot, my brave boy:'</div>
                     <div class="line">Here, purposing the Bastard to destroy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Came in strong rescue. Speak, thy father's care,</div>
                     <div class="line">Art thou not weary, John? how dost thou fare?</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou yet leave the battle, boy, and fly,</div>
                     <div class="line">Now thou art seal'd the son of chivalry?</div>
                     <div class="line">Fly, to revenge my death when I am dead:</div>
                     <div class="line">The help of one stands me in little stead.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, too much folly is it, well I wot,</div>
                     <div class="line">To hazard all our lives in one small boat!</div>
                     <div class="line">If I to-day die not with Frenchmen's rage,</div>
                     <div class="line">To-morrow I shall die with mickle age:</div>
                     <div class="line">By me they nothing gain an if I stay;</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis but the shortening of my life one day:</div>
                     <div class="line">In thee thy mother dies, our household's name,</div>
                     <div class="line">My death's revenge, thy youth, and England's fame:</div>
                     <div class="line">All these and more we hazard by thy stay;</div>
                     <div class="line">All these are saved if thou wilt fly away.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOHN TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;</div>
                     <div class="line">These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:</div>
                     <div class="line">On that advantage, bought with such a shame,</div>
                     <div class="line">To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,</div>
                     <div class="line">The coward horse that bears me fail and die!</div>
                     <div class="line">And like me to the peasant boys of France,</div>
                     <div class="line">To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!</div>
                     <div class="line">Surely, by all the glory you have won,</div>
                     <div class="line">An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:</div>
                     <div class="line">Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;</div>
                     <div class="line">If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Then follow thou thy desperate sire of Crete,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou Icarus; thy life to me is sweet:</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou wilt fight, fight by thy father's side;</div>
                     <div class="line">And, commendable proved, let's die in pride.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.6.8">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>7. SCENE VII.  Another part of the field.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Alarum: excursions. Enter TALBOT led by a Servant</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Where is my other life? mine own is gone;</div>
                     <div class="line">O, where's young Talbot? where is valiant John?</div>
                     <div class="line">Triumphant death, smear'd with captivity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Young Talbot's valour makes me smile at thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">When he perceived me shrink and on my knee,</div>
                     <div class="line">His bloody sword he brandish'd over me,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, like a hungry lion, did commence</div>
                     <div class="line">Rough deeds of rage and stern impatience;</div>
                     <div class="line">But when my angry guardant stood alone,</div>
                     <div class="line">Tendering my ruin and assail'd of none,</div>
                     <div class="line">Dizzy-eyed fury and great rage of heart</div>
                     <div class="line">Suddenly made him from my side to start</div>
                     <div class="line">Into the clustering battle of the French;</div>
                     <div class="line">And in that sea of blood my boy did drench</div>
                     <div class="line">His over-mounting spirit, and there died,</div>
                     <div class="line">My Icarus, my blossom, in his pride.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Servant</div>
                     <div class="line">O, my dear lord, lo, where your son is borne!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Soldiers, with the body of JOHN TALBOT</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,</div>
                     <div class="line">Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,</div>
                     <div class="line">Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,</div>
                     <div class="line">Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,</div>
                     <div class="line">In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.</div>
                     <div class="line">O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!</div>
                     <div class="line">Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;</div>
                     <div class="line">Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.</div>
                     <div class="line">Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,</div>
                     <div class="line">Had death been French, then death had died to-day.</div>
                     <div class="line">Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:</div>
                     <div class="line">My spirit can no longer bear these harms.</div>
                     <div class="line">Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,</div>
                     <div class="line">Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Dies</p>
               <p>Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD OF
ORLEANS, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Had York and Somerset brought rescue in,</div>
                     <div class="line">We should have found a bloody day of this.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">How the young whelp of Talbot's, raging-wood,</div>
                     <div class="line">Did flesh his puny sword in Frenchmen's blood!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:'</div>
                     <div class="line">But, with a proud majestical high scorn,</div>
                     <div class="line">He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born</div>
                     <div class="line">To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'</div>
                     <div class="line">So, rushing in the bowels of the French,</div>
                     <div class="line">He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">Doubtless he would have made a noble knight;</div>
                     <div class="line">See, where he lies inhearsed in the arms</div>
                     <div class="line">Of the most bloody nurser of his harms!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                     <div class="line">Hew them to pieces, hack their bones asunder</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose life was England's glory, Gallia's wonder.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled</div>
                     <div class="line">During the life, let us not wrong it dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the
French preceding</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Herald, conduct me to the Dauphin's tent,</div>
                     <div class="line">To know who hath obtained the glory of the day.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">On what submissive message art thou sent?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Submission, Dauphin! 'tis a mere French word;</div>
                     <div class="line">We English warriors wot not what it means.</div>
                     <div class="line">I come to know what prisoners thou hast ta'en</div>
                     <div class="line">And to survey the bodies of the dead.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">For prisoners ask'st thou? hell our prison is.</div>
                     <div class="line">But tell me whom thou seek'st.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">But where's the great Alcides of the field,</div>
                     <div class="line">Valiant Lord Talbot, Earl of Shrewsbury,</div>
                     <div class="line">Created, for his rare success in arms,</div>
                     <div class="line">Great Earl of Washford, Waterford and Valence;</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Talbot of Goodrig and Urchinfield,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Strange of Blackmere, Lord Verdun of Alton,</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord Cromwell of Wingfield, Lord Furnival of Sheffield,</div>
                     <div class="line">The thrice-victorious Lord of Falconbridge;</div>
                     <div class="line">Knight of the noble order of Saint George,</div>
                     <div class="line">Worthy Saint Michael and the Golden Fleece;</div>
                     <div class="line">Great marshal to Henry the Sixth</div>
                     <div class="line">Of all his wars within the realm of France?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Here is a silly stately style indeed!</div>
                     <div class="line">The Turk, that two and fifty kingdoms hath,</div>
                     <div class="line">Writes not so tedious a style as this.</div>
                     <div class="line">Him that thou magnifiest with all these titles</div>
                     <div class="line">Stinking and fly-blown lies here at our feet.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">Is Talbot slain, the Frenchmen's only scourge,</div>
                     <div class="line">Your kingdom's terror and black Nemesis?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, were mine eyeballs into bullets turn'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">That I in rage might shoot them at your faces!</div>
                     <div class="line">O, that I could but call these dead to life!</div>
                     <div class="line">It were enough to fright the realm of France:</div>
                     <div class="line">Were but his picture left amongst you here,</div>
                     <div class="line">It would amaze the proudest of you all.</div>
                     <div class="line">Give me their bodies, that I may bear them hence</div>
                     <div class="line">And give them burial as beseems their worth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">I think this upstart is old Talbot's ghost,</div>
                     <div class="line">He speaks with such a proud commanding spirit.</div>
                     <div class="line">For God's sake let him have 'em; to keep them here,</div>
                     <div class="line">They would but stink, and putrefy the air.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, take their bodies hence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">LUCY</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll bear them hence; but from their ashes shall be rear'd</div>
                     <div class="line">A phoenix that shall make all France afeard.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">So we be rid of them, do with 'em what thou wilt.</div>
                     <div class="line">And now to Paris, in this conquering vein:</div>
                     <div class="line">All will be ours, now bloody Talbot's slain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
         </article>
         <article class="chapter" id="R.1.7">
            <header class="chapter-titlepage">
               <h2>Chapter 5. ACT V</h2>
            </header>
            <div class="lists-of-titles">
               <div class="toc">
                  <p>
                     <b>Table of Contents</b>
                  </p>
                  <ul class="toc">
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  London. The palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Plains in Anjou.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  Before Angiers.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  Camp of the YORK in Anjou.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                     <li>
                        <span>
                           <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  London. The palace.</a>
                        </span>
                     </li>
                  </ul>
               </div>
            </div>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.2">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>1. SCENE I.  London. The palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Sennet. Enter KING HENRY VI, GLOUCESTER, and EXETER</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Have you perused the letters from the pope,</div>
                     <div class="line">The emperor and the Earl of Armagnac?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">I have, my lord: and their intent is this:</div>
                     <div class="line">They humbly sue unto your excellence</div>
                     <div class="line">To have a godly peace concluded of</div>
                     <div class="line">Between the realms of England and of France.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">How doth your grace affect their motion?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, my good lord; and as the only means</div>
                     <div class="line">To stop effusion of our Christian blood</div>
                     <div class="line">And 'stablish quietness on every side.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, marry, uncle; for I always thought</div>
                     <div class="line">It was both impious and unnatural</div>
                     <div class="line">That such immanity and bloody strife</div>
                     <div class="line">Should reign among professors of one faith.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Beside, my lord, the sooner to effect</div>
                     <div class="line">And surer bind this knot of amity,</div>
                     <div class="line">The Earl of Armagnac, near knit to Charles,</div>
                     <div class="line">A man of great authority in France,</div>
                     <div class="line">Proffers his only daughter to your grace</div>
                     <div class="line">In marriage, with a large and sumptuous dowry.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Marriage, uncle! alas, my years are young!</div>
                     <div class="line">And fitter is my study and my books</div>
                     <div class="line">Than wanton dalliance with a paramour.</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet call the ambassador; and, as you please,</div>
                     <div class="line">So let them have their answers every one:</div>
                     <div class="line">I shall be well content with any choice</div>
                     <div class="line">Tends to God's glory and my country's weal.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER in Cardinal's habit,
a Legate and two Ambassadors</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">What! is my Lord of Winchester install'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">And call'd unto a cardinal's degree?</div>
                     <div class="line">Then I perceive that will be verified</div>
                     <div class="line">Henry the Fifth did sometime prophesy,</div>
                     <div class="line">'If once he come to be a cardinal,</div>
                     <div class="line">He'll make his cap co-equal with the crown.'</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">My lords ambassadors, your several suits</div>
                     <div class="line">Have been consider'd and debated on.</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore are we certainly resolved</div>
                     <div class="line">To draw conditions of a friendly peace;</div>
                     <div class="line">Which by my Lord of Winchester we mean</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall be transported presently to France.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">And for the proffer of my lord your master,</div>
                     <div class="line">I have inform'd his highness so at large</div>
                     <div class="line">As liking of the lady's virtuous gifts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Her beauty and the value of her dower,</div>
                     <div class="line">He doth intend she shall be England's queen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">In argument and proof of which contract,</div>
                     <div class="line">Bear her this jewel, pledge of my affection.</div>
                     <div class="line">And so, my lord protector, see them guarded</div>
                     <div class="line">And safely brought to Dover; where inshipp'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Commit them to the fortune of the sea.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt all but CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER and Legate</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Stay, my lord legate: you shall first receive</div>
                     <div class="line">The sum of money which I promised</div>
                     <div class="line">Should be deliver'd to his holiness</div>
                     <div class="line">For clothing me in these grave ornaments.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Legate</div>
                     <div class="line">I will attend upon your lordship's leisure.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">
                        <span>Aside</span>  Now Winchester will not submit, I trow,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or be inferior to the proudest peer.</div>
                     <div class="line">Humphrey of Gloucester, thou shalt well perceive</div>
                     <div class="line">That, neither in birth or for authority,</div>
                     <div class="line">The bishop will be overborne by thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll either make thee stoop and bend thy knee,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or sack this country with a mutiny.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.3">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>2. SCENE II.  France. Plains in Anjou.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CHARLES, BURGUNDY, ALENCON, BASTARD OF
ORLEANS, REIGNIER, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">These news, my lord, may cheer our drooping spirits:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis said the stout Parisians do revolt</div>
                     <div class="line">And turn again unto the warlike French.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Then march to Paris, royal Charles of France,</div>
                     <div class="line">And keep not back your powers in dalliance.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Peace be amongst them, if they turn to us;</div>
                     <div class="line">Else, ruin combat with their palaces!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter Scout</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Scout</div>
                     <div class="line">Success unto our valiant general,</div>
                     <div class="line">And happiness to his accomplices!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">What tidings send our scouts? I prithee, speak.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Scout</div>
                     <div class="line">The English army, that divided was</div>
                     <div class="line">Into two parties, is now conjoined in one,</div>
                     <div class="line">And means to give you battle presently.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Somewhat too sudden, sirs, the warning is;</div>
                     <div class="line">But we will presently provide for them.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                     <div class="line">I trust the ghost of Talbot is not there:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now he is gone, my lord, you need not fear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Of all base passions, fear is most accursed.</div>
                     <div class="line">Command the conquest, Charles, it shall be thine,</div>
                     <div class="line">Let Henry fret and all the world repine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Then on, my lords; and France be fortunate!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.4">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>3. SCENE III.  Before Angiers.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Alarum. Excursions. Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">The regent conquers, and the Frenchmen fly.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now help, ye charming spells and periapts;</div>
                     <div class="line">And ye choice spirits that admonish me</div>
                     <div class="line">And give me signs of future accidents.</div>
                     <p>Thunder</p>
                     <div class="line">You speedy helpers, that are substitutes</div>
                     <div class="line">Under the lordly monarch of the north,</div>
                     <div class="line">Appear and aid me in this enterprise.</div>
                     <p>Enter Fiends</p>
                     <div class="line">This speedy and quick appearance argues proof</div>
                     <div class="line">Of your accustom'd diligence to me.</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, ye familiar spirits, that are cull'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Out of the powerful regions under earth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Help me this once, that France may get the field.</div>
                     <p>They walk, and speak not</p>
                     <div class="line">O, hold me not with silence over-long!</div>
                     <div class="line">Where I was wont to feed you with my blood,</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll lop a member off and give it you</div>
                     <div class="line">In earnest of further benefit,</div>
                     <div class="line">So you do condescend to help me now.</div>
                     <p>They hang their heads</p>
                     <div class="line">No hope to have redress? My body shall</div>
                     <div class="line">Pay recompense, if you will grant my suit.</div>
                     <p>They shake their heads</p>
                     <div class="line">Cannot my body nor blood-sacrifice</div>
                     <div class="line">Entreat you to your wonted furtherance?</div>
                     <div class="line">Then take my soul, my body, soul and all,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before that England give the French the foil.</div>
                     <p>They depart</p>
                     <div class="line">See, they forsake me! Now the time is come</div>
                     <div class="line">That France must vail her lofty-plumed crest</div>
                     <div class="line">And let her head fall into England's lap.</div>
                     <div class="line">My ancient incantations are too weak,</div>
                     <div class="line">And hell too strong for me to buckle with:</div>
                     <div class="line">Now, France, thy glory droopeth to the dust.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <p>Excursions. Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE fighting hand
to hand with YORK JOAN LA PUCELLE is taken. The
French fly</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Damsel of France, I think I have you fast:</div>
                     <div class="line">Unchain your spirits now with spelling charms</div>
                     <div class="line">And try if they can gain your liberty.</div>
                     <div class="line">A goodly prize, fit for the devil's grace!</div>
                     <div class="line">See, how the ugly wench doth bend her brows,</div>
                     <div class="line">As if with Circe she would change my shape!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Changed to a worser shape thou canst not be.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">O, Charles the Dauphin is a proper man;</div>
                     <div class="line">No shape but his can please your dainty eye.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">A plaguing mischief light on Charles and thee!</div>
                     <div class="line">And may ye both be suddenly surprised</div>
                     <div class="line">By bloody hands, in sleeping on your beds!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Fell banning hag, enchantress, hold thy tongue!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">I prithee, give me leave to curse awhile.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Curse, miscreant, when thou comest to the stake.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
               <p>Alarum. Enter SUFFOLK with MARGARET in his hand</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Be what thou wilt, thou art my prisoner.</div>
                     <p>Gazes on her</p>
                     <div class="line">O fairest beauty, do not fear nor fly!</div>
                     <div class="line">For I will touch thee but with reverent hands;</div>
                     <div class="line">I kiss these fingers for eternal peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">And lay them gently on thy tender side.</div>
                     <div class="line">Who art thou? say, that I may honour thee.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Margaret my name, and daughter to a king,</div>
                     <div class="line">The King of Naples, whosoe'er thou art.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">An earl I am, and Suffolk am I call'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">Be not offended, nature's miracle,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art allotted to be ta'en by me:</div>
                     <div class="line">So doth the swan her downy cygnets save,</div>
                     <div class="line">Keeping them prisoner underneath her wings.</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet, if this servile usage once offend.</div>
                     <div class="line">Go, and be free again, as Suffolk's friend.</div>
                     <p>She is going</p>
                     <div class="line">O, stay! I have no power to let her pass;</div>
                     <div class="line">My hand would free her, but my heart says no</div>
                     <div class="line">As plays the sun upon the glassy streams,</div>
                     <div class="line">Twinkling another counterfeited beam,</div>
                     <div class="line">So seems this gorgeous beauty to mine eyes.</div>
                     <div class="line">Fain would I woo her, yet I dare not speak:</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind.</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, de la Pole! disable not thyself;</div>
                     <div class="line">Hast not a tongue? is she not here?</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou be daunted at a woman's sight?</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, beauty's princely majesty is such,</div>
                     <div class="line">Confounds the tongue and makes the senses rough.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Say, Earl of Suffolk--if thy name be so--</div>
                     <div class="line">What ransom must I pay before I pass?</div>
                     <div class="line">For I perceive I am thy prisoner.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">How canst thou tell she will deny thy suit,</div>
                     <div class="line">Before thou make a trial of her love?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Why speak'st thou not? what ransom must I pay?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">She's beautiful, and therefore to be woo'd;</div>
                     <div class="line">She is a woman, therefore to be won.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou accept of ransom? yea, or no.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Fond man, remember that thou hast a wife;</div>
                     <div class="line">Then how can Margaret be thy paramour?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">I were best to leave him, for he will not hear.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">There all is marr'd; there lies a cooling card.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">He talks at random; sure, the man is mad.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet a dispensation may be had.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet I would that you would answer me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll win this Lady Margaret. For whom?</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, for my king: tush, that's a wooden thing!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">He talks of wood: it is some carpenter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,</div>
                     <div class="line">And peace established between these realms</div>
                     <div class="line">But there remains a scruple in that too;</div>
                     <div class="line">For though her father be the King of Naples,</div>
                     <div class="line">Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,</div>
                     <div class="line">And our nobility will scorn the match.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Hear ye, captain, are you not at leisure?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">It shall be so, disdain they ne'er so much.</div>
                     <div class="line">Henry is youthful and will quickly yield.</div>
                     <div class="line">Madam, I have a secret to reveal.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">What though I be enthrall'd? he seems a knight,</div>
                     <div class="line">And will not any way dishonour me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Lady, vouchsafe to listen what I say.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Perhaps I shall be rescued by the French;</div>
                     <div class="line">And then I need not crave his courtesy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Sweet madam, give me a hearing in a cause--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Tush, women have been captivate ere now.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Lady, wherefore talk you so?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">I cry you mercy, 'tis but Quid for Quo.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Say, gentle princess, would you not suppose</div>
                     <div class="line">Your bondage happy, to be made a queen?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">To be a queen in bondage is more vile</div>
                     <div class="line">Than is a slave in base servility;</div>
                     <div class="line">For princes should be free.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">And so shall you,</div>
                     <div class="line">If happy England's royal king be free.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, what concerns his freedom unto me?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll undertake to make thee Henry's queen,</div>
                     <div class="line">To put a golden sceptre in thy hand</div>
                     <div class="line">And set a precious crown upon thy head,</div>
                     <div class="line">If thou wilt condescend to be my--</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">What?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">His love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">I am unworthy to be Henry's wife.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">No, gentle madam; I unworthy am</div>
                     <div class="line">To woo so fair a dame to be his wife,</div>
                     <div class="line">And have no portion in the choice myself.</div>
                     <div class="line">How say you, madam, are ye so content?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">An if my father please, I am content.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Then call our captains and our colours forth.</div>
                     <div class="line">And, madam, at your father's castle walls</div>
                     <div class="line">We'll crave a parley, to confer with him.</div>
                     <p>A parley sounded. Enter REIGNIER on the walls</p>
                     <div class="line">See, Reignier, see, thy daughter prisoner!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">To whom?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">To me.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Suffolk, what remedy?</div>
                     <div class="line">I am a soldier, and unapt to weep,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or to exclaim on fortune's fickleness.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, there is remedy enough, my lord:</div>
                     <div class="line">Consent, and for thy honour give consent,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy daughter shall be wedded to my king;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom I with pain have woo'd and won thereto;</div>
                     <div class="line">And this her easy-held imprisonment</div>
                     <div class="line">Hath gained thy daughter princely liberty.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Speaks Suffolk as he thinks?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Fair Margaret knows</div>
                     <div class="line">That Suffolk doth not flatter, face, or feign.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon thy princely warrant, I descend</div>
                     <div class="line">To give thee answer of thy just demand.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit from the walls</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">And here I will expect thy coming.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Trumpets sound. Enter REIGNIER, below</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Welcome, brave earl, into our territories:</div>
                     <div class="line">Command in Anjou what your honour pleases.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Thanks, Reignier, happy for so sweet a child,</div>
                     <div class="line">Fit to be made companion with a king:</div>
                     <div class="line">What answer makes your grace unto my suit?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">Since thou dost deign to woo her little worth</div>
                     <div class="line">To be the princely bride of such a lord;</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon condition I may quietly</div>
                     <div class="line">Enjoy mine own, the country Maine and Anjou,</div>
                     <div class="line">Free from oppression or the stroke of war,</div>
                     <div class="line">My daughter shall be Henry's, if he please.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">That is her ransom; I deliver her;</div>
                     <div class="line">And those two counties I will undertake</div>
                     <div class="line">Your grace shall well and quietly enjoy.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">And I again, in Henry's royal name,</div>
                     <div class="line">As deputy unto that gracious king,</div>
                     <div class="line">Give thee her hand, for sign of plighted faith.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Reignier of France, I give thee kingly thanks,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because this is in traffic of a king.</div>
                     <p>Aside</p>
                     <div class="line">And yet, methinks, I could be well content</div>
                     <div class="line">To be mine own attorney in this case.</div>
                     <div class="line">I'll over then to England with this news,</div>
                     <div class="line">And make this marriage to be solemnized.</div>
                     <div class="line">So farewell, Reignier: set this diamond safe</div>
                     <div class="line">In golden palaces, as it becomes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">I do embrace thee, as I would embrace</div>
                     <div class="line">The Christian prince, King Henry, were he here.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, my lord: good wishes, praise and prayers</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall Suffolk ever have of Margaret.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Going</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Farewell, sweet madam: but hark you, Margaret;</div>
                     <div class="line">No princely commendations to my king?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Such commendations as becomes a maid,</div>
                     <div class="line">A virgin and his servant, say to him.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Words sweetly placed and modestly directed.</div>
                     <div class="line">But madam, I must trouble you again;</div>
                     <div class="line">No loving token to his majesty?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, my good lord, a pure unspotted heart,</div>
                     <div class="line">Never yet taint with love, I send the king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">And this withal.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Kisses her</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">MARGARET</div>
                     <div class="line">That for thyself: I will not so presume</div>
                     <div class="line">To send such peevish tokens to a king.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt REIGNIER and MARGARET</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">O, wert thou for myself! But, Suffolk, stay;</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou mayst not wander in that labyrinth;</div>
                     <div class="line">There Minotaurs and ugly treasons lurk.</div>
                     <div class="line">Solicit Henry with her wondrous praise:</div>
                     <div class="line">Bethink thee on her virtues that surmount,</div>
                     <div class="line">And natural graces that extinguish art;</div>
                     <div class="line">Repeat their semblance often on the seas,</div>
                     <div class="line">That, when thou comest to kneel at Henry's feet,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou mayst bereave him of his wits with wonder.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.5">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Camp of the YORK in Anjou.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Shepherd</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!</div>
                     <div class="line">Have I sought every country far and near,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, now it is my chance to find thee out,</div>
                     <div class="line">Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?</div>
                     <div class="line">Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!</div>
                     <div class="line">I am descended of a gentler blood:</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Shepherd</div>
                     <div class="line">Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;</div>
                     <div class="line">I did beget her, all the parish knows:</div>
                     <div class="line">Her mother liveth yet, can testify</div>
                     <div class="line">She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">This argues what her kind of life hath been,</div>
                     <div class="line">Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Shepherd</div>
                     <div class="line">Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!</div>
                     <div class="line">God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;</div>
                     <div class="line">And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:</div>
                     <div class="line">Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">Shepherd</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest</div>
                     <div class="line">The morn that I was wedded to her mother.</div>
                     <div class="line">Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.</div>
                     <div class="line">Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time</div>
                     <div class="line">Of thy nativity! I would the milk</div>
                     <div class="line">Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,</div>
                     <div class="line">Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!</div>
                     <div class="line">Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,</div>
                     <div class="line">I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!</div>
                     <div class="line">Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?</div>
                     <div class="line">O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Take her away; for she hath lived too long,</div>
                     <div class="line">To fill the world with vicious qualities.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:</div>
                     <div class="line">Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,</div>
                     <div class="line">But issued from the progeny of kings;</div>
                     <div class="line">Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,</div>
                     <div class="line">By inspiration of celestial grace,</div>
                     <div class="line">To work exceeding miracles on earth.</div>
                     <div class="line">I never had to do with wicked spirits:</div>
                     <div class="line">But you, that are polluted with your lusts,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,</div>
                     <div class="line">Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because you want the grace that others have,</div>
                     <div class="line">You judge it straight a thing impossible</div>
                     <div class="line">To compass wonders but by help of devils.</div>
                     <div class="line">No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been</div>
                     <div class="line">A virgin from her tender infancy,</div>
                     <div class="line">Chaste and immaculate in very thought;</div>
                     <div class="line">Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, ay: away with her to execution!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,</div>
                     <div class="line">Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:</div>
                     <div class="line">Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,</div>
                     <div class="line">That so her torture may be shortened.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?</div>
                     <div class="line">Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity,</div>
                     <div class="line">That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.</div>
                     <div class="line">I am with child, ye bloody homicides:</div>
                     <div class="line">Murder not then the fruit within my womb,</div>
                     <div class="line">Although ye hale me to a violent death.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:</div>
                     <div class="line">Is all your strict preciseness come to this?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">She and the Dauphin have been juggling:</div>
                     <div class="line">I did imagine what would be her refuge.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live;</div>
                     <div class="line">Especially since Charles must father it.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">You are deceived; my child is none of his:</div>
                     <div class="line">It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Alencon! that notorious Machiavel!</div>
                     <div class="line">It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">O, give me leave, I have deluded you:</div>
                     <div class="line">'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,</div>
                     <div class="line">But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">A married man! that's most intolerable.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well,</div>
                     <div class="line">There were so many, whom she may accuse.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">It's sign she hath been liberal and free.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.</div>
                     <div class="line">Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:</div>
                     <div class="line">Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                     <div class="line">Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:</div>
                     <div class="line">May never glorious sun reflex his beams</div>
                     <div class="line">Upon the country where you make abode;</div>
                     <div class="line">But darkness and the gloomy shade of death</div>
                     <div class="line">Environ you, till mischief and despair</div>
                     <div class="line">Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit, guarded</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou foul accursed minister of hell!</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Lord regent, I do greet your excellence</div>
                     <div class="line">With letters of commission from the king.</div>
                     <div class="line">For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,</div>
                     <div class="line">Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,</div>
                     <div class="line">Have earnestly implored a general peace</div>
                     <div class="line">Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;</div>
                     <div class="line">And here at hand the Dauphin and his train</div>
                     <div class="line">Approacheth, to confer about some matter.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?</div>
                     <div class="line">After the slaughter of so many peers,</div>
                     <div class="line">So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,</div>
                     <div class="line">That in this quarrel have been overthrown</div>
                     <div class="line">And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?</div>
                     <div class="line">Have we not lost most part of all the towns,</div>
                     <div class="line">By treason, falsehood and by treachery,</div>
                     <div class="line">Our great progenitors had conquered?</div>
                     <div class="line">O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief</div>
                     <div class="line">The utter loss of all the realm of France.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">It shall be with such strict and severe covenants</div>
                     <div class="line">As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS,
REIGNIER, and others</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed</div>
                     <div class="line">That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,</div>
                     <div class="line">We come to be informed by yourselves</div>
                     <div class="line">What the conditions of that league must be.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes</div>
                     <div class="line">The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,</div>
                     <div class="line">By sight of these our baleful enemies.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:</div>
                     <div class="line">That, in regard King Henry gives consent,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of mere compassion and of lenity,</div>
                     <div class="line">To ease your country of distressful war,</div>
                     <div class="line">And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,</div>
                     <div class="line">You shall become true liegemen to his crown:</div>
                     <div class="line">And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear</div>
                     <div class="line">To pay him tribute, submit thyself,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,</div>
                     <div class="line">And still enjoy thy regal dignity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">Must he be then as shadow of himself?</div>
                     <div class="line">Adorn his temples with a coronet,</div>
                     <div class="line">And yet, in substance and authority,</div>
                     <div class="line">Retain but privilege of a private man?</div>
                     <div class="line">This proffer is absurd and reasonless.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">'Tis known already that I am possess'd</div>
                     <div class="line">With more than half the Gallian territories,</div>
                     <div class="line">And therein reverenced for their lawful king:</div>
                     <div class="line">Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,</div>
                     <div class="line">Detract so much from that prerogative,</div>
                     <div class="line">As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?</div>
                     <div class="line">No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep</div>
                     <div class="line">That which I have than, coveting for more,</div>
                     <div class="line">Be cast from possibility of all.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means</div>
                     <div class="line">Used intercession to obtain a league,</div>
                     <div class="line">And, now the matter grows to compromise,</div>
                     <div class="line">Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison?</div>
                     <div class="line">Either accept the title thou usurp'st,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of benefit proceeding from our king</div>
                     <div class="line">And not of any challenge of desert,</div>
                     <div class="line">Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                     <div class="line">My lord, you do not well in obstinacy</div>
                     <div class="line">To cavil in the course of this contract:</div>
                     <div class="line">If once it be neglected, ten to one</div>
                     <div class="line">We shall not find like opportunity.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                     <div class="line">To say the truth, it is your policy</div>
                     <div class="line">To save your subjects from such massacre</div>
                     <div class="line">And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen</div>
                     <div class="line">By our proceeding in hostility;</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore take this compact of a truce,</div>
                     <div class="line">Although you break it when your pleasure serves.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                     <div class="line">How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                     <div class="line">It shall;</div>
                     <div class="line">Only reserved, you claim no interest</div>
                     <div class="line">In any of our towns of garrison.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">YORK</div>
                     <div class="line">Then swear allegiance to his majesty,</div>
                     <div class="line">As thou art knight, never to disobey</div>
                     <div class="line">Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,</div>
                     <div class="line">Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.</div>
                     <div class="line">So, now dismiss your army when ye please:</div>
                     <div class="line">Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,</div>
                     <div class="line">For here we entertain a solemn peace.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt</p>
            </section>
            <section class="section" id="R.1.7.6">
               <div class="section-titlepage">
                  <h2>5. SCENE V.  London. The palace.</h2>
               </div>
               <p>Enter SUFFOLK in conference with KING HENRY VI,
GLOUCESTER and EXETER</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Your wondrous rare description, noble earl,</div>
                     <div class="line">Of beauteous Margaret hath astonish'd me:</div>
                     <div class="line">Her virtues graced with external gifts</div>
                     <div class="line">Do breed love's settled passions in my heart:</div>
                     <div class="line">And like as rigor of tempestuous gusts</div>
                     <div class="line">Provokes the mightiest hulk against the tide,</div>
                     <div class="line">So am I driven by breath of her renown</div>
                     <div class="line">Either to suffer shipwreck or arrive</div>
                     <div class="line">Where I may have fruition of her love.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Tush, my good lord, this superficial tale</div>
                     <div class="line">Is but a preface of her worthy praise;</div>
                     <div class="line">The chief perfections of that lovely dame</div>
                     <div class="line">Had I sufficient skill to utter them,</div>
                     <div class="line">Would make a volume of enticing lines,</div>
                     <div class="line">Able to ravish any dull conceit:</div>
                     <div class="line">And, which is more, she is not so divine,</div>
                     <div class="line">So full-replete with choice of all delights,</div>
                     <div class="line">But with as humble lowliness of mind</div>
                     <div class="line">She is content to be at your command;</div>
                     <div class="line">Command, I mean, of virtuous chaste intents,</div>
                     <div class="line">To love and honour Henry as her lord.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">And otherwise will Henry ne'er presume.</div>
                     <div class="line">Therefore, my lord protector, give consent</div>
                     <div class="line">That Margaret may be England's royal queen.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">So should I give consent to flatter sin.</div>
                     <div class="line">You know, my lord, your highness is betroth'd</div>
                     <div class="line">Unto another lady of esteem:</div>
                     <div class="line">How shall we then dispense with that contract,</div>
                     <div class="line">And not deface your honour with reproach?</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">As doth a ruler with unlawful oaths;</div>
                     <div class="line">Or one that, at a triumph having vow'd</div>
                     <div class="line">To try his strength, forsaketh yet the lists</div>
                     <div class="line">By reason of his adversary's odds:</div>
                     <div class="line">A poor earl's daughter is unequal odds,</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore may be broke without offence.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Why, what, I pray, is Margaret more than that?</div>
                     <div class="line">Her father is no better than an earl,</div>
                     <div class="line">Although in glorious titles he excel.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Yes, lord, her father is a king,</div>
                     <div class="line">The King of Naples and Jerusalem;</div>
                     <div class="line">And of such great authority in France</div>
                     <div class="line">As his alliance will confirm our peace</div>
                     <div class="line">And keep the Frenchmen in allegiance.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">And so the Earl of Armagnac may do,</div>
                     <div class="line">Because he is near kinsman unto Charles.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                     <div class="line">Beside, his wealth doth warrant a liberal dower,</div>
                     <div class="line">Where Reignier sooner will receive than give.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">A dower, my lords! disgrace not so your king,</div>
                     <div class="line">That he should be so abject, base and poor,</div>
                     <div class="line">To choose for wealth and not for perfect love.</div>
                     <div class="line">Henry is able to enrich his queen</div>
                     <div class="line">And not seek a queen to make him rich:</div>
                     <div class="line">So worthless peasants bargain for their wives,</div>
                     <div class="line">As market-men for oxen, sheep, or horse.</div>
                     <div class="line">Marriage is a matter of more worth</div>
                     <div class="line">Than to be dealt in by attorneyship;</div>
                     <div class="line">Not whom we will, but whom his grace affects,</div>
                     <div class="line">Must be companion of his nuptial bed:</div>
                     <div class="line">And therefore, lords, since he affects her most,</div>
                     <div class="line">It most of all these reasons bindeth us,</div>
                     <div class="line">In our opinions she should be preferr'd.</div>
                     <div class="line">For what is wedlock forced but a hell,</div>
                     <div class="line">An age of discord and continual strife?</div>
                     <div class="line">Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,</div>
                     <div class="line">And is a pattern of celestial peace.</div>
                     <div class="line">Whom should we match with Henry, being a king,</div>
                     <div class="line">But Margaret, that is daughter to a king?</div>
                     <div class="line">Her peerless feature, joined with her birth,</div>
                     <div class="line">Approves her fit for none but for a king:</div>
                     <div class="line">Her valiant courage and undaunted spirit,</div>
                     <div class="line">More than in women commonly is seen,</div>
                     <div class="line">Will answer our hope in issue of a king;</div>
                     <div class="line">For Henry, son unto a conqueror,</div>
                     <div class="line">Is likely to beget more conquerors,</div>
                     <div class="line">If with a lady of so high resolve</div>
                     <div class="line">As is fair Margaret he be link'd in love.</div>
                     <div class="line">Then yield, my lords; and here conclude with me</div>
                     <div class="line">That Margaret shall be queen, and none but she.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">KING HENRY VI</div>
                     <div class="line">Whether it be through force of your report,</div>
                     <div class="line">My noble Lord of Suffolk, or for that</div>
                     <div class="line">My tender youth was never yet attaint</div>
                     <div class="line">With any passion of inflaming love,</div>
                     <div class="line">I cannot tell; but this I am assured,</div>
                     <div class="line">I feel such sharp dissension in my breast,</div>
                     <div class="line">Such fierce alarums both of hope and fear,</div>
                     <div class="line">As I am sick with working of my thoughts.</div>
                     <div class="line">Take, therefore, shipping; post, my lord, to France;</div>
                     <div class="line">Agree to any covenants, and procure</div>
                     <div class="line">That Lady Margaret do vouchsafe to come</div>
                     <div class="line">To cross the seas to England and be crown'd</div>
                     <div class="line">King Henry's faithful and anointed queen:</div>
                     <div class="line">For your expenses and sufficient charge,</div>
                     <div class="line">Among the people gather up a tenth.</div>
                     <div class="line">Be gone, I say; for, till you do return,</div>
                     <div class="line">I rest perplexed with a thousand cares.</div>
                     <div class="line">And you, good uncle, banish all offence:</div>
                     <div class="line">If you do censure me by what you were,</div>
                     <div class="line">Not what you are, I know it will excuse</div>
                     <div class="line">This sudden execution of my will.</div>
                     <div class="line">And so, conduct me where, from company,</div>
                     <div class="line">I may revolve and ruminate my grief.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                     <div class="line">Ay, grief, I fear me, both at first and last.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exeunt GLOUCESTER and EXETER</p>
               <div class="dialogue">
                  <div class="linegroup">
                     <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                     <div class="line">Thus Suffolk hath prevail'd; and thus he goes,</div>
                     <div class="line">As did the youthful Paris once to Greece,</div>
                     <div class="line">With hope to find the like event in love,</div>
                     <div class="line">But prosper better than the Trojan did.</div>
                     <div class="line">Margaret shall now be queen, and rule the king;</div>
                     <div class="line">But I will rule both her, the king and realm.</div>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <p>Exit</p>
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            <h1>The First Part of Henry the Sixth</h1>
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         <div class="lists-of-titles">
            <div class="toc">
               <p>
                  <b>Table of Contents</b>
               </p>
               <ul class="toc">
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.2">1. Dramatis Personae</a>
                     </span>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.3">1. ACT I</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Westminster Abbey.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Before Orleans.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  London. Before the Tower.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  Orleans.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE V.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE VI.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.4">2. ACT II</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Before Orleans.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  Orleans. Within the town.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  London. The Temple-garden.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.6">5. SCENE V.  The Tower of London.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.5">3. ACT III</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  London. The Parliament-house.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Before Rouen.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  The plains near Rouen.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  Paris. The palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.6">4. ACT IV</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.2">1. SCENE I.  Paris. A hall of state.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.3">2. SCENE II.  Before Bourdeaux.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.4">3. SCENE III.  Plains in Gascony.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.5">4. SCENE IV.  Other plains in Gascony.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.6">5. SCENE V.  The English camp near Bourdeaux.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.7">6. SCENE VI.  A field of battle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.6.8">7. SCENE VII.  Another part of the field.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
                  <li>
                     <span>
                        <a href="#R.1.7">5. ACT V</a>
                     </span>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.2">1. SCENE I.  London. The palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Plains in Anjou.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.4">3. SCENE III.  Before Angiers.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.5">4. SCENE IV.  Camp of the YORK in Anjou.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.7.6">5. SCENE V.  London. The palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </li>
               </ul>
            </div>
         </div>
         <div class="content">
            <article class="preface" id="R.1.2">
               <header class="preface-titlepage">
                  <h2>Dramatis Personae</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="content">
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">KING HENRY THE SIXTH</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, uncle to the King, and Protector. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">DUKE OF BEDFORD, uncle to the King, and Regent of France. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of Exeter, great-uncle to the King. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">HENRY BEAUFORT, great-uncle to the King, Bishop of Winchester, and afterwards Cardinal. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl, afterwards Duke, of Somerset. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">RICHARD PLANTAGENET, son of Richard late Earl of Cambridge, afterwards Duke of York.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">EARL OF WARWICK</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">EARL OF SALISBURY</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">EARL OF SUFFOLK</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">LORD TALBOT, afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">JOHN TALBOT, Lord Talbot's son.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">SIR JOHN FASTOLFE</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">SIR WILLIAM LUCY</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Mayor of London</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">WOODVILE, Lieutenant of the Tower.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">VERNON, of the White-Rose or York faction.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">BASSET, of the Red-Rose or Lancaster faction.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">A Lawyer. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Mortimer's Keepers. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King, of France.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and titular King of Naples.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">DUKE OF BURGUNDY</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">DUKE OF ALENCON</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Governor of Paris.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Son. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">General of the French forces in Bourdeaux. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">A French Sergeant. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">A Porter.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">An old Shepherd, father to Joan la Pucelle. </span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">MARGARET, daughter to Reignier, afterwards married to King Henry.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">JOAN LA PUCELLE, commonly called Joan of Arc.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Lords, Warders of the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and Attendants.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>
                     <span class="personname">Fiends appearing to La Pucelle.</span>
                  </p>
                  <p>SCENE  Partly in England, and partly in France.</p>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.3">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 1. ACT I</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.2">1. SCENE I.  Westminster Abbey.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Before Orleans.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.4">3. SCENE III.  London. Before the Tower.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.5">4. SCENE IV.  Orleans.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.6">5. SCENE V.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.3.7">6. SCENE VI.  The same.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  Westminster Abbey.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Dead March. Enter the Funeral of KING HENRY the
Fifth, attended on by Dukes of BEDFORD, Regent of
France; GLOUCESTER, Protector; and EXETER, Earl of
WARWICK, the BISHOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, &c</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!</div>
                              <div class="line">Comets, importing change of times and states,</div>
                              <div class="line">Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with them scourge the bad revolting stars</div>
                              <div class="line">That have consented unto Henry's death!</div>
                              <div class="line">King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!</div>
                              <div class="line">England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">England ne'er had a king until his time.</div>
                              <div class="line">Virtue he had, deserving to command:</div>
                              <div class="line">His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams:</div>
                              <div class="line">His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;</div>
                              <div class="line">His sparking eyes, replete with wrathful fire,</div>
                              <div class="line">More dazzled and drove back his enemies</div>
                              <div class="line">Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces.</div>
                              <div class="line">What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:</div>
                              <div class="line">He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                              <div class="line">We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood?</div>
                              <div class="line">Henry is dead and never shall revive:</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon a wooden coffin we attend,</div>
                              <div class="line">And death's dishonourable victory</div>
                              <div class="line">We with our stately presence glorify,</div>
                              <div class="line">Like captives bound to a triumphant car.</div>
                              <div class="line">What! shall we curse the planets of mishap</div>
                              <div class="line">That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?</div>
                              <div class="line">Or shall we think the subtle-witted French</div>
                              <div class="line">Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him</div>
                              <div class="line">By magic verses have contrived his end?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.</div>
                              <div class="line">Unto the French the dreadful judgement-day</div>
                              <div class="line">So dreadful will not be as was his sight.</div>
                              <div class="line">The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:</div>
                              <div class="line">The church's prayers made him so prosperous.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:</div>
                              <div class="line">None do you like but an effeminate prince,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector</div>
                              <div class="line">And lookest to command the prince and realm.</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,</div>
                              <div class="line">More than God or religious churchmen may.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,</div>
                              <div class="line">And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st</div>
                              <div class="line">Except it be to pray against thy foes.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds in peace:</div>
                              <div class="line">Let's to the altar: heralds, wait on us:</div>
                              <div class="line">Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms:</div>
                              <div class="line">Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead.</div>
                              <div class="line">Posterity, await for wretched years,</div>
                              <div class="line">When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,</div>
                              <div class="line">Our isle be made a nourish of salt tears,</div>
                              <div class="line">And none but women left to wail the dead.</div>
                              <div class="line">Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:</div>
                              <div class="line">Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,</div>
                              <div class="line">Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!</div>
                              <div class="line">A far more glorious star thy soul will make</div>
                              <div class="line">Than Julius Caesar or bright--</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">My honourable lords, health to you all!</div>
                              <div class="line">Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,</div>
                              <div class="line">Of loss, of slaughter and discomfiture:</div>
                              <div class="line">Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,</div>
                              <div class="line">Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse?</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak softly, or the loss of those great towns</div>
                              <div class="line">Will make him burst his lead and rise from death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?</div>
                              <div class="line">If Henry were recall'd to life again,</div>
                              <div class="line">These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                              <div class="line">How were they lost? what treachery was used?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">No treachery; but want of men and money.</div>
                              <div class="line">Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,</div>
                              <div class="line">That here you maintain several factions,</div>
                              <div class="line">And whilst a field should be dispatch'd and fought,</div>
                              <div class="line">You are disputing of your generals:</div>
                              <div class="line">One would have lingering wars with little cost;</div>
                              <div class="line">Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;</div>
                              <div class="line">A third thinks, without expense at all,</div>
                              <div class="line">By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd.</div>
                              <div class="line">Awake, awake, English nobility!</div>
                              <div class="line">Let not sloth dim your horrors new-begot:</div>
                              <div class="line">Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms;</div>
                              <div class="line">Of England's coat one half is cut away.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                              <div class="line">Were our tears wanting to this funeral,</div>
                              <div class="line">These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">Me they concern; Regent I am of France.</div>
                              <div class="line">Give me my steeled coat. I'll fight for France.</div>
                              <div class="line">Away with these disgraceful wailing robes!</div>
                              <div class="line">Wounds will I lend the French instead of eyes,</div>
                              <div class="line">To weep their intermissive miseries.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter to them another Messenger</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">Lords, view these letters full of bad mischance.</div>
                              <div class="line">France is revolted from the English quite,</div>
                              <div class="line">Except some petty towns of no import:</div>
                              <div class="line">The Dauphin Charles is crowned king of Rheims;</div>
                              <div class="line">The Bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;</div>
                              <div class="line">Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part;</div>
                              <div class="line">The Duke of Alencon flieth to his side.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                              <div class="line">The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him!</div>
                              <div class="line">O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.</div>
                              <div class="line">Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness?</div>
                              <div class="line">An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,</div>
                              <div class="line">Wherewith already France is overrun.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter another Messenger</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">My gracious lords, to add to your laments,</div>
                              <div class="line">Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,</div>
                              <div class="line">I must inform you of a dismal fight</div>
                              <div class="line">Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:</div>
                              <div class="line">The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.</div>
                              <div class="line">The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,</div>
                              <div class="line">Retiring from the siege of Orleans,</div>
                              <div class="line">Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.</div>
                              <div class="line">By three and twenty thousand of the French</div>
                              <div class="line">Was round encompassed and set upon.</div>
                              <div class="line">No leisure had he to enrank his men;</div>
                              <div class="line">He wanted pikes to set before his archers;</div>
                              <div class="line">Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges</div>
                              <div class="line">They pitched in the ground confusedly,</div>
                              <div class="line">To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.</div>
                              <div class="line">More than three hours the fight continued;</div>
                              <div class="line">Where valiant Talbot above human thought</div>
                              <div class="line">Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:</div>
                              <div class="line">Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;</div>
                              <div class="line">Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:</div>
                              <div class="line">The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;</div>
                              <div class="line">All the whole army stood agazed on him:</div>
                              <div class="line">His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit</div>
                              <div class="line">A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain</div>
                              <div class="line">And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.</div>
                              <div class="line">Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,</div>
                              <div class="line">If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:</div>
                              <div class="line">He, being in the vaward, placed behind</div>
                              <div class="line">With purpose to relieve and follow them,</div>
                              <div class="line">Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.</div>
                              <div class="line">Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;</div>
                              <div class="line">Enclosed were they with their enemies:</div>
                              <div class="line">A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whom all France with their chief assembled strength</div>
                              <div class="line">Durst not presume to look once in the face.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself,</div>
                              <div class="line">For living idly here in pomp and ease,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">O no, he lives; but is took prisoner,</div>
                              <div class="line">And Lord Scales with him and Lord Hungerford:</div>
                              <div class="line">Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">His ransom there is none but I shall pay:</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll hale the Dauphin headlong from his throne:</div>
                              <div class="line">His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;</div>
                              <div class="line">Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.</div>
                              <div class="line">Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;</div>
                              <div class="line">Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,</div>
                              <div class="line">To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:</div>
                              <div class="line">Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">So you had need; for Orleans is besieged;</div>
                              <div class="line">The English army is grown weak and faint:</div>
                              <div class="line">The Earl of Salisbury craveth supply,</div>
                              <div class="line">And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,</div>
                              <div class="line">Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                              <div class="line">Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry sworn,</div>
                              <div class="line">Either to quell the Dauphin utterly,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or bring him in obedience to your yoke.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">I do remember it; and here take my leave,</div>
                              <div class="line">To go about my preparation.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll to the Tower with all the haste I can,</div>
                              <div class="line">To view the artillery and munition;</div>
                              <div class="line">And then I will proclaim young Henry king.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">EXETER</div>
                              <div class="line">To Eltham will I, where the young king is,</div>
                              <div class="line">Being ordain'd his special governor,</div>
                              <div class="line">And for his safety there I'll best devise.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Each hath his place and function to attend:</div>
                              <div class="line">I am left out; for me nothing remains.</div>
                              <div class="line">But long I will not be Jack out of office:</div>
                              <div class="line">The king from Eltham I intend to steal</div>
                              <div class="line">And sit at chiefest stern of public weal.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.3">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>2. SCENE II.  France. Before Orleans.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and
REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens</div>
                              <div class="line">So in the earth, to this day is not known:</div>
                              <div class="line">Late did he shine upon the English side;</div>
                              <div class="line">Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.</div>
                              <div class="line">What towns of any moment but we have?</div>
                              <div class="line">At pleasure here we lie near Orleans;</div>
                              <div class="line">Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,</div>
                              <div class="line">Faintly besiege us one hour in a month.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:</div>
                              <div class="line">Either they must be dieted like mules</div>
                              <div class="line">And have their provender tied to their mouths</div>
                              <div class="line">Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?</div>
                              <div class="line">Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:</div>
                              <div class="line">Remaineth none but mad-brain'd Salisbury;</div>
                              <div class="line">And he may well in fretting spend his gall,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor men nor money hath he to make war.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now for the honour of the forlorn French!</div>
                              <div class="line">Him I forgive my death that killeth me</div>
                              <div class="line">When he sees me go back one foot or fly.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                        <p>Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English
with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Who ever saw the like? what men have I!</div>
                              <div class="line">Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,</div>
                              <div class="line">But that they left me 'midst my enemies.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">Salisbury is a desperate homicide;</div>
                              <div class="line">He fighteth as one weary of his life.</div>
                              <div class="line">The other lords, like lions wanting food,</div>
                              <div class="line">Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,</div>
                              <div class="line">England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,</div>
                              <div class="line">During the time Edward the Third did reign.</div>
                              <div class="line">More truly now may this be verified;</div>
                              <div class="line">For none but Samsons and Goliases</div>
                              <div class="line">It sendeth forth to skirmish. One to ten!</div>
                              <div class="line">Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose</div>
                              <div class="line">They had such courage and audacity?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,</div>
                              <div class="line">And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:</div>
                              <div class="line">Of old I know them; rather with their teeth</div>
                              <div class="line">The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">I think, by some odd gimmors or device</div>
                              <div class="line">Their arms are set like clocks, stiff to strike on;</div>
                              <div class="line">Else ne'er could they hold out so as they do.</div>
                              <div class="line">By my consent, we'll even let them alone.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">Be it so.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                              <div class="line">Where's the Prince Dauphin? I have news for him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Bastard of Orleans, thrice welcome to us.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                              <div class="line">Methinks your looks are sad, your cheer appall'd:</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence?</div>
                              <div class="line">Be not dismay'd, for succor is at hand:</div>
                              <div class="line">A holy maid hither with me I bring,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which by a vision sent to her from heaven</div>
                              <div class="line">Ordained is to raise this tedious siege</div>
                              <div class="line">And drive the English forth the bounds of France.</div>
                              <div class="line">The spirit of deep prophecy she hath,</div>
                              <div class="line">Exceeding the nine sibyls of old Rome:</div>
                              <div class="line">What's past and what's to come she can descry.</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak, shall I call her in? Believe my words,</div>
                              <div class="line">For they are certain and unfallible.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Go, call her in.</div>
                              <p>Exit BASTARD OF ORLEANS</p>
                              <div class="line">But first, to try her skill,</div>
                              <div class="line">Reignier, stand thou as Dauphin in my place:</div>
                              <div class="line">Question her proudly; let thy looks be stern:</div>
                              <div class="line">By this means shall we sound what skill she hath.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Re-enter the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, with JOAN LA PUCELLE</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous feats?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile me?</div>
                              <div class="line">Where is the Dauphin? Come, come from behind;</div>
                              <div class="line">I know thee well, though never seen before.</div>
                              <div class="line">Be not amazed, there's nothing hid from me:</div>
                              <div class="line">In private will I talk with thee apart.</div>
                              <div class="line">Stand back, you lords, and give us leave awhile.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">She takes upon her bravely at first dash.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's daughter,</div>
                              <div class="line">My wit untrain'd in any kind of art.</div>
                              <div class="line">Heaven and our Lady gracious hath it pleased</div>
                              <div class="line">To shine on my contemptible estate:</div>
                              <div class="line">Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,</div>
                              <div class="line">And to sun's parching heat display'd my cheeks,</div>
                              <div class="line">God's mother deigned to appear to me</div>
                              <div class="line">And in a vision full of majesty</div>
                              <div class="line">Will'd me to leave my base vocation</div>
                              <div class="line">And free my country from calamity:</div>
                              <div class="line">Her aid she promised and assured success:</div>
                              <div class="line">In complete glory she reveal'd herself;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, whereas I was black and swart before,</div>
                              <div class="line">With those clear rays which she infused on me</div>
                              <div class="line">That beauty am I bless'd with which you see.</div>
                              <div class="line">Ask me what question thou canst possible,</div>
                              <div class="line">And I will answer unpremeditated:</div>
                              <div class="line">My courage try by combat, if thou darest,</div>
                              <div class="line">And thou shalt find that I exceed my sex.</div>
                              <div class="line">Resolve on this, thou shalt be fortunate,</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou receive me for thy warlike mate.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high terms:</div>
                              <div class="line">Only this proof I'll of thy valour make,</div>
                              <div class="line">In single combat thou shalt buckle with me,</div>
                              <div class="line">And if thou vanquishest, thy words are true;</div>
                              <div class="line">Otherwise I renounce all confidence.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">I am prepared: here is my keen-edged sword,</div>
                              <div class="line">Deck'd with five flower-de-luces on each side;</div>
                              <div class="line">The which at Touraine, in Saint Katharine's</div>
                              <div class="line">churchyard,</div>
                              <div class="line">Out of a great deal of old iron I chose forth.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Then come, o' God's name; I fear no woman.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">And while I live, I'll ne'er fly from a man.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Here they fight, and JOAN LA PUCELLE overcomes</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Stay, stay thy hands! thou art an Amazon</div>
                              <div class="line">And fightest with the sword of Deborah.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Christ's mother helps me, else I were too weak.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must help me:</div>
                              <div class="line">Impatiently I burn with thy desire;</div>
                              <div class="line">My heart and hands thou hast at once subdued.</div>
                              <div class="line">Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let me thy servant and not sovereign be:</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis the French Dauphin sueth to thee thus.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">I must not yield to any rites of love,</div>
                              <div class="line">For my profession's sacred from above:</div>
                              <div class="line">When I have chased all thy foes from hence,</div>
                              <div class="line">Then will I think upon a recompense.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Meantime look gracious on thy prostrate thrall.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, methinks, is very long in talk.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">Doubtless he shrives this woman to her smock;</div>
                              <div class="line">Else ne'er could he so long protract his speech.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall we disturb him, since he keeps no mean?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">He may mean more than we poor men do know:</div>
                              <div class="line">These women are shrewd tempters with their tongues.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, where are you? what devise you on?</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall we give over Orleans, or no?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, no, I say, distrustful recreants!</div>
                              <div class="line">Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">What she says I'll confirm: we'll fight it out.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.</div>
                              <div class="line">This night the siege assuredly I'll raise:</div>
                              <div class="line">Expect Saint Martin's summer, halcyon days,</div>
                              <div class="line">Since I have entered into these wars.</div>
                              <div class="line">Glory is like a circle in the water,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself</div>
                              <div class="line">Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.</div>
                              <div class="line">With Henry's death the English circle ends;</div>
                              <div class="line">Dispersed are the glories it included.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now am I like that proud insulting ship</div>
                              <div class="line">Which Caesar and his fortune bare at once.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Was Mahomet inspired with a dove?</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou with an eagle art inspired then.</div>
                              <div class="line">Helen, the mother of great Constantine,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor yet Saint Philip's daughters, were like thee.</div>
                              <div class="line">Bright star of Venus, fall'n down on the earth,</div>
                              <div class="line">How may I reverently worship thee enough?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">Leave off delays, and let us raise the siege.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">Woman, do what thou canst to save our honours;</div>
                              <div class="line">Drive them from Orleans and be immortalized.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Presently we'll try: come, let's away about it:</div>
                              <div class="line">No prophet will I trust, if she prove false.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.4">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>3. SCENE III.  London. Before the Tower.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter GLOUCESTER, with his Serving-men in blue coats</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">I am come to survey the Tower this day:</div>
                              <div class="line">Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance.</div>
                              <div class="line">Where be these warders, that they wait not here?</div>
                              <div class="line">Open the gates; 'tis Gloucester that calls.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Warder</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Within</span>  Who's there that knocks so imperiously?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Serving-Man</div>
                              <div class="line">It is the noble Duke of Gloucester.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Second Warder</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Within</span>  Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Serving-Man</div>
                              <div class="line">Villains, answer you so the lord protector?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Warder</div>
                              <div class="line">
                                 <span>Within</span>  The Lord protect him! so we answer him:</div>
                              <div class="line">We do no otherwise than we are will'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Who willed you? or whose will stands but mine?</div>
                              <div class="line">There's none protector of the realm but I.</div>
                              <div class="line">Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize.</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Gloucester's men rush at the Tower Gates, and
WOODVILE the Lieutenant speaks within</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">WOODVILE</div>
                              <div class="line">What noise is this? what traitors have we here?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Lieutenant, is it you whose voice I hear?</div>
                              <div class="line">Open the gates; here's Gloucester that would enter.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">WOODVILE</div>
                              <div class="line">Have patience, noble duke; I may not open;</div>
                              <div class="line">The Cardinal of Winchester forbids:</div>
                              <div class="line">From him I have express commandment</div>
                              <div class="line">That thou nor none of thine shall be let in.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Faint-hearted Woodvile, prizest him 'fore me?</div>
                              <div class="line">Arrogant Winchester, that haughty prelate,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whom Henry, our late sovereign, ne'er could brook?</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou art no friend to God or to the king:</div>
                              <div class="line">Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Serving-Men</div>
                              <div class="line">Open the gates unto the lord protector,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not quickly.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter to the Protector at the Tower Gates BISHOP
OF WINCHESTER and his men in tawny coats</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">How now, ambitious Humphry! what means this?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Peel'd priest, dost thou command me to be shut out?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">I do, thou most usurping proditor,</div>
                              <div class="line">And not protector, of the king or realm.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Stand back, thou manifest conspirator,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou that contrivedst to murder our dead lord;</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou that givest whores indulgences to sin:</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou proceed in this thy insolence.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a foot:</div>
                              <div class="line">This be Damascus, be thou cursed Cain,</div>
                              <div class="line">To slay thy brother Abel, if thou wilt.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy scarlet robes as a child's bearing-cloth</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll use to carry thee out of this place.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Do what thou darest; I beard thee to thy face.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">What! am I dared and bearded to my face?</div>
                              <div class="line">Draw, men, for all this privileged place;</div>
                              <div class="line">Blue coats to tawny coats. Priest, beware your beard,</div>
                              <div class="line">I mean to tug it and to cuff you soundly:</div>
                              <div class="line">Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat:</div>
                              <div class="line">In spite of pope or dignities of church,</div>
                              <div class="line">Here by the cheeks I'll drag thee up and down.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Gloucester, thou wilt answer this before the pope.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Winchester goose, I cry, a rope! a rope!</div>
                              <div class="line">Now beat them hence; why do you let them stay?</div>
                              <div class="line">Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.</div>
                              <div class="line">Out, tawny coats! out, scarlet hypocrite!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Here GLOUCESTER's men beat out BISHOP OF
WINCHESTER's men, and enter in the hurly-
burly the Mayor of London and his Officers</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Mayor</div>
                              <div class="line">Fie, lords! that you, being supreme magistrates,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thus contumeliously should break the peace!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Peace, mayor! thou know'st little of my wrongs:</div>
                              <div class="line">Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Here's Gloucester, a foe to citizens,</div>
                              <div class="line">One that still motions war and never peace,</div>
                              <div class="line">O'ercharging your free purses with large fines,</div>
                              <div class="line">That seeks to overthrow religion,</div>
                              <div class="line">Because he is protector of the realm,</div>
                              <div class="line">And would have armour here out of the Tower,</div>
                              <div class="line">To crown himself king and suppress the prince.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">I will not answer thee with words, but blows.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Here they skirmish again</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Mayor</div>
                              <div class="line">Naught rests for me in this tumultuous strife</div>
                              <div class="line">But to make open proclamation:</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, officer; as loud as e'er thou canst,</div>
                              <div class="line">Cry.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Officer</div>
                              <div class="line">All manner of men assembled here in arms this day</div>
                              <div class="line">against God's peace and the king's, we charge and</div>
                              <div class="line">command you, in his highness' name, to repair to</div>
                              <div class="line">your several dwelling-places; and not to wear,</div>
                              <div class="line">handle, or use any sword, weapon, or dagger,</div>
                              <div class="line">henceforward, upon pain of death.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Cardinal, I'll be no breaker of the law:</div>
                              <div class="line">But we shall meet, and break our minds at large.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Gloucester, we will meet; to thy cost, be sure:</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy heart-blood I will have for this day's work.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Mayor</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll call for clubs, if you will not away.</div>
                              <div class="line">This cardinal's more haughty than the devil.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLOUCESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Mayor, farewell: thou dost but what thou mayst.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Abominable Gloucester, guard thy head;</div>
                              <div class="line">For I intend to have it ere long.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt, severally, GLOUCESTER and BISHOP OF
WINCHESTER with their Serving-men</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Mayor</div>
                              <div class="line">See the coast clear'd, and then we will depart.</div>
                              <div class="line">Good God, these nobles should such stomachs bear!</div>
                              <div class="line">I myself fight not once in forty year.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.5">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>4. SCENE IV.  Orleans.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter, on the walls, a Master Gunner and his Boy</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Master-Gunner</div>
                              <div class="line">Sirrah, thou know'st how Orleans is besieged,</div>
                              <div class="line">And how the English have the suburbs won.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Boy</div>
                              <div class="line">Father, I know; and oft have shot at them,</div>
                              <div class="line">Howe'er unfortunate I miss'd my aim.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Master-Gunner</div>
                              <div class="line">But now thou shalt not. Be thou ruled by me:</div>
                              <div class="line">Chief master-gunner am I of this town;</div>
                              <div class="line">Something I must do to procure me grace.</div>
                              <div class="line">The prince's espials have informed me</div>
                              <div class="line">How the English, in the suburbs close intrench'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">Wont, through a secret grate of iron bars</div>
                              <div class="line">In yonder tower, to overpeer the city,</div>
                              <div class="line">And thence discover how with most advantage</div>
                              <div class="line">They may vex us with shot, or with assault.</div>
                              <div class="line">To intercept this inconvenience,</div>
                              <div class="line">A piece of ordnance 'gainst it I have placed;</div>
                              <div class="line">And even these three days have I watch'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">If I could see them.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now do thou watch, for I can stay no longer.</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou spy'st any, run and bring me word;</div>
                              <div class="line">And thou shalt find me at the governor's.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Boy</div>
                              <div class="line">Father, I warrant you; take you no care;</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll never trouble you, if I may spy them.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <p>Enter, on the turrets, SALISBURY and TALBOT,
GLANSDALE, GARGRAVE, and others</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                              <div class="line">Talbot, my life, my joy, again return'd!</div>
                              <div class="line">How wert thou handled being prisoner?</div>
                              <div class="line">Or by what means got'st thou to be released?</div>
                              <div class="line">Discourse, I prithee, on this turret's top.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">The Duke of Bedford had a prisoner</div>
                              <div class="line">Call'd the brave Lord Ponton de Santrailles;</div>
                              <div class="line">For him was I exchanged and ransomed.</div>
                              <div class="line">But with a baser man of arms by far</div>
                              <div class="line">Once in contempt they would have barter'd me:</div>
                              <div class="line">Which I, disdaining, scorn'd; and craved death,</div>
                              <div class="line">Rather than I would be so vile esteem'd.</div>
                              <div class="line">In fine, redeem'd I was as I desired.</div>
                              <div class="line">But, O! the treacherous Fastolfe wounds my heart,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whom with my bare fists I would execute,</div>
                              <div class="line">If I now had him brought into my power.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet tell'st thou not how thou wert entertain'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">With scoffs and scorns and contumelious taunts.</div>
                              <div class="line">In open market-place produced they me,</div>
                              <div class="line">To be a public spectacle to all:</div>
                              <div class="line">Here, said they, is the terror of the French,</div>
                              <div class="line">The scarecrow that affrights our children so.</div>
                              <div class="line">Then broke I from the officers that led me,</div>
                              <div class="line">And with my nails digg'd stones out of the ground,</div>
                              <div class="line">To hurl at the beholders of my shame:</div>
                              <div class="line">My grisly countenance made others fly;</div>
                              <div class="line">None durst come near for fear of sudden death.</div>
                              <div class="line">In iron walls they deem'd me not secure;</div>
                              <div class="line">So great fear of my name 'mongst them was spread,</div>
                              <div class="line">That they supposed I could rend bars of steel,</div>
                              <div class="line">And spurn in pieces posts of adamant:</div>
                              <div class="line">Wherefore a guard of chosen shot I had,</div>
                              <div class="line">That walked about me every minute-while;</div>
                              <div class="line">And if I did but stir out of my bed,</div>
                              <div class="line">Ready they were to shoot me to the heart.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter the Boy with a linstock</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                              <div class="line">I grieve to hear what torments you endured,</div>
                              <div class="line">But we will be revenged sufficiently</div>
                              <div class="line">Now it is supper-time in Orleans:</div>
                              <div class="line">Here, through this grate, I count each one</div>
                              <div class="line">and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:</div>
                              <div class="line">Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let me have your express opinions</div>
                              <div class="line">Where is best place to make our battery next.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GARGRAVE</div>
                              <div class="line">I think, at the north gate; for there stand lords.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GLANSDALE</div>
                              <div class="line">And I, here, at the bulwark of the bridge.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">For aught I see, this city must be famish'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or with light skirmishes enfeebled.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Here they shoot. SALISBURY and GARGRAVE fall</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SALISBURY</div>
                              <div class="line">O Lord, have mercy on us, wretched sinners!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">GARGRAVE</div>
                              <div class="line">O Lord, have mercy on me, woful man!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:</div>
                              <div class="line">How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?</div>
                              <div class="line">One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!</div>
                              <div class="line">Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand</div>
                              <div class="line">That hath contrived this woful tragedy!</div>
                              <div class="line">In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;</div>
                              <div class="line">Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;</div>
                              <div class="line">Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,</div>
                              <div class="line">His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,</div>
                              <div class="line">One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:</div>
                              <div class="line">The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.</div>
                              <div class="line">Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,</div>
                              <div class="line">If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!</div>
                              <div class="line">Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.</div>
                              <div class="line">Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?</div>
                              <div class="line">Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.</div>
                              <div class="line">Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou shalt not die whiles--</div>
                              <div class="line">He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.</div>
                              <div class="line">As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,</div>
                              <div class="line">Remember to avenge me on the French.'</div>
                              <div class="line">Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,</div>
                              <div class="line">Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:</div>
                              <div class="line">Wretched shall France be only in my name.</div>
                              <p>Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens</p>
                              <div class="line">What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?</div>
                              <div class="line">Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, my lord, the French have gathered head:</div>
                              <div class="line">The Dauphin, with one Joan la Pucelle join'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">A holy prophetess new risen up,</div>
                              <div class="line">Is come with a great power to raise the siege.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Hear, hear how dying Salisbury doth groan!</div>
                              <div class="line">It irks his heart he cannot be revenged.</div>
                              <div class="line">Frenchmen, I'll be a Salisbury to you:</div>
                              <div class="line">Pucelle or puzzel, dolphin or dogfish,</div>
                              <div class="line">Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels,</div>
                              <div class="line">And make a quagmire of your mingled brains.</div>
                              <div class="line">Convey me Salisbury into his tent,</div>
                              <div class="line">And then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Alarum. Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.6">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>5. SCENE V.  The same.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>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</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?</div>
                              <div class="line">Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them:</div>
                              <div class="line">A woman clad in armour chaseth them.</div>
                              <p>Re-enter JOAN LA PUCELLE</p>
                              <div class="line">Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee;</div>
                              <div class="line">Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee:</div>
                              <div class="line">Blood will I draw on thee, thou art a witch,</div>
                              <div class="line">And straightway give thy soul to him thou servest.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Here they fight</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?</div>
                              <div class="line">My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage</div>
                              <div class="line">And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder.</div>
                              <div class="line">But I will chastise this high-minded strumpet.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>They fight again</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:</div>
                              <div class="line">I must go victual Orleans forthwith.</div>
                              <p>A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers</p>
                              <div class="line">O'ertake me, if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.</div>
                              <div class="line">Go, go, cheer up thy hungry-starved men;</div>
                              <div class="line">Help Salisbury to make his testament:</div>
                              <div class="line">This day is ours, as many more shall be.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;</div>
                              <div class="line">I know not where I am, nor what I do;</div>
                              <div class="line">A witch, by fear, not force, like Hannibal,</div>
                              <div class="line">Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists:</div>
                              <div class="line">So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench</div>
                              <div class="line">Are from their hives and houses driven away.</div>
                              <div class="line">They call'd us for our fierceness English dogs;</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, like to whelps, we crying run away.</div>
                              <p>A short alarum</p>
                              <div class="line">Hark, countrymen! either renew the fight,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or tear the lions out of England's coat;</div>
                              <div class="line">Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:</div>
                              <div class="line">Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or horse or oxen from the leopard,</div>
                              <div class="line">As you fly from your oft-subdued slaves.</div>
                              <p>Alarum. Here another skirmish</p>
                              <div class="line">It will not be: retire into your trenches:</div>
                              <div class="line">You all consented unto Salisbury's death,</div>
                              <div class="line">For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.</div>
                              <div class="line">Pucelle is enter'd into Orleans,</div>
                              <div class="line">In spite of us or aught that we could do.</div>
                              <div class="line">O, would I were to die with Salisbury!</div>
                              <div class="line">The shame hereof will make me hide my head.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat; flourish</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.3.7">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>6. SCENE VI.  The same.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter, on the walls, JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES,
REIGNIER, ALENCON, and Soldiers</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Advance our waving colours on the walls;</div>
                              <div class="line">Rescued is Orleans from the English</div>
                              <div class="line">Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,</div>
                              <div class="line">How shall I honour thee for this success?</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens</div>
                              <div class="line">That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.</div>
                              <div class="line">France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess!</div>
                              <div class="line">Recover'd is the town of Orleans:</div>
                              <div class="line">More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the town?</div>
                              <div class="line">Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires</div>
                              <div class="line">And feast and banquet in the open streets,</div>
                              <div class="line">To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">All France will be replete with mirth and joy,</div>
                              <div class="line">When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;</div>
                              <div class="line">For which I will divide my crown with her,</div>
                              <div class="line">And all the priests and friars in my realm</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall in procession sing her endless praise.</div>
                              <div class="line">A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear</div>
                              <div class="line">Than Rhodope's or Memphis' ever was:</div>
                              <div class="line">In memory of her when she is dead,</div>
                              <div class="line">Her ashes, in an urn more precious</div>
                              <div class="line">Than the rich-jewel'd of Darius,</div>
                              <div class="line">Transported shall be at high festivals</div>
                              <div class="line">Before the kings and queens of France.</div>
                              <div class="line">No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,</div>
                              <div class="line">But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come in, and let us banquet royally,</div>
                              <div class="line">After this golden day of victory.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Flourish. Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.4">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 2. ACT II</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.2">1. SCENE I.  Before Orleans.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.3">2. SCENE II.  Orleans. Within the town.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.4">3. SCENE III.  Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.5">4. SCENE IV.  London. The Temple-garden.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.4.6">5. SCENE V.  The Tower of London.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  Before Orleans.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Sergeant</div>
                              <div class="line">Sirs, take your places and be vigilant:</div>
                              <div class="line">If any noise or soldier you perceive</div>
                              <div class="line">Near to the walls, by some apparent sign</div>
                              <div class="line">Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Sentinel</div>
                              <div class="line">Sergeant, you shall.</div>
                              <p>Exit Sergeant</p>
                              <div class="line">Thus are poor servitors,</div>
                              <div class="line">When others sleep upon their quiet beds,</div>
                              <div class="line">Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain and cold.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and Forces, with
scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Lord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,</div>
                              <div class="line">By whose approach the regions of Artois,</div>
                              <div class="line">Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,</div>
                              <div class="line">This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,</div>
                              <div class="line">Having all day caroused and banqueted:</div>
                              <div class="line">Embrace we then this opportunity</div>
                              <div class="line">As fitting best to quittance their deceit</div>
                              <div class="line">Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">Coward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,</div>
                              <div class="line">Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,</div>
                              <div class="line">To join with witches and the help of hell!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                              <div class="line">Traitors have never other company.</div>
                              <div class="line">But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">A maid, they say.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">A maid! and be so martial!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                              <div class="line">Pray God she prove not masculine ere long,</div>
                              <div class="line">If underneath the standard of the French</div>
                              <div class="line">She carry armour as she hath begun.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, let them practise and converse with spirits:</div>
                              <div class="line">God is our fortress, in whose conquering name</div>
                              <div class="line">Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">Ascend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Not all together: better far, I guess,</div>
                              <div class="line">That we do make our entrance several ways;</div>
                              <div class="line">That, if it chance the one of us do fail,</div>
                              <div class="line">The other yet may rise against their force.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">Agreed: I'll to yond corner.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                              <div class="line">And I to this.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">And here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right</div>
                              <div class="line">Of English Henry, shall this night appear</div>
                              <div class="line">How much in duty I am bound to both.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Sentinels</div>
                              <div class="line">Arm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.'</p>
                        <p>The French leap over the walls in their shirts.
Enter, several ways, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS,
ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">How now, my lords! what, all unready so?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                              <div class="line">Unready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,</div>
                              <div class="line">Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">Of all exploits since first I follow'd arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise</div>
                              <div class="line">More venturous or desperate than this.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                              <div class="line">I think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">If not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">Here cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                              <div class="line">Tut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter CHARLES and JOAN LA PUCELLE</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Is this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?</div>
                              <div class="line">Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,</div>
                              <div class="line">Make us partakers of a little gain,</div>
                              <div class="line">That now our loss might be ten times so much?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Wherefore is Charles impatient with his friend!</div>
                              <div class="line">At all times will you have my power alike?</div>
                              <div class="line">Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?</div>
                              <div class="line">Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,</div>
                              <div class="line">This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">Duke of Alencon, this was your default,</div>
                              <div class="line">That, being captain of the watch to-night,</div>
                              <div class="line">Did look no better to that weighty charge.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">ALENCON</div>
                              <div class="line">Had all your quarters been as safely kept</div>
                              <div class="line">As that whereof I had the government,</div>
                              <div class="line">We had not been thus shamefully surprised.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BASTARD OF ORLEANS</div>
                              <div class="line">Mine was secure.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">REIGNIER</div>
                              <div class="line">And so was mine, my lord.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">CHARLES</div>
                              <div class="line">And, for myself, most part of all this night,</div>
                              <div class="line">Within her quarter and mine own precinct</div>
                              <div class="line">I was employ'd in passing to and fro,</div>
                              <div class="line">About relieving of the sentinels:</div>
                              <div class="line">Then how or which way should they first break in?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">JOAN LA PUCELLE</div>
                              <div class="line">Question, my lords, no further of the case,</div>
                              <div class="line">How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place</div>
                              <div class="line">But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.</div>
                              <div class="line">And now there rests no other shift but this;</div>
                              <div class="line">To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed,</div>
                              <div class="line">And lay new platforms to endamage them.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A
Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their
clothes behind</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Soldier</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll be so bold to take what they have left.</div>
                              <div class="line">The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;</div>
                              <div class="line">For I have loaden me with many spoils,</div>
                              <div class="line">Using no other weapon but his name.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.3">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>2. SCENE II.  Orleans. Within the town.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, a Captain, and others</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">The day begins to break, and night is fled,</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose pitchy mantle over-veil'd the earth.</div>
                              <div class="line">Here sound retreat, and cease our hot pursuit.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Retreat sounded</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Bring forth the body of old Salisbury,</div>
                              <div class="line">And here advance it in the market-place,</div>
                              <div class="line">The middle centre of this cursed town.</div>
                              <div class="line">Now have I paid my vow unto his soul;</div>
                              <div class="line">For every drop of blood was drawn from him,</div>
                              <div class="line">There hath at least five Frenchmen died tonight.</div>
                              <div class="line">And that hereafter ages may behold</div>
                              <div class="line">What ruin happen'd in revenge of him,</div>
                              <div class="line">Within their chiefest temple I'll erect</div>
                              <div class="line">A tomb, wherein his corpse shall be interr'd:</div>
                              <div class="line">Upon the which, that every one may read,</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall be engraved the sack of Orleans,</div>
                              <div class="line">The treacherous manner of his mournful death</div>
                              <div class="line">And what a terror he had been to France.</div>
                              <div class="line">But, lords, in all our bloody massacre,</div>
                              <div class="line">I muse we met not with the Dauphin's grace,</div>
                              <div class="line">His new-come champion, virtuous Joan of Arc,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor any of his false confederates.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis thought, Lord Talbot, when the fight began,</div>
                              <div class="line">Roused on the sudden from their drowsy beds,</div>
                              <div class="line">They did amongst the troops of armed men</div>
                              <div class="line">Leap o'er the walls for refuge in the field.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                              <div class="line">Myself, as far as I could well discern</div>
                              <div class="line">For smoke and dusky vapours of the night,</div>
                              <div class="line">Am sure I scared the Dauphin and his trull,</div>
                              <div class="line">When arm in arm they both came swiftly running,</div>
                              <div class="line">Like to a pair of loving turtle-doves</div>
                              <div class="line">That could not live asunder day or night.</div>
                              <div class="line">After that things are set in order here,</div>
                              <div class="line">We'll follow them with all the power we have.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter a Messenger</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">All hail, my lords! which of this princely train</div>
                              <div class="line">Call ye the warlike Talbot, for his acts</div>
                              <div class="line">So much applauded through the realm of France?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Here is the Talbot: who would speak with him?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">The virtuous lady, Countess of Auvergne,</div>
                              <div class="line">With modesty admiring thy renown,</div>
                              <div class="line">By me entreats, great lord, thou wouldst vouchsafe</div>
                              <div class="line">To visit her poor castle where she lies,</div>
                              <div class="line">That she may boast she hath beheld the man</div>
                              <div class="line">Whose glory fills the world with loud report.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BURGUNDY</div>
                              <div class="line">Is it even so? Nay, then, I see our wars</div>
                              <div class="line">Will turn unto a peaceful comic sport,</div>
                              <div class="line">When ladies crave to be encounter'd with.</div>
                              <div class="line">You may not, my lord, despise her gentle suit.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Ne'er trust me then; for when a world of men</div>
                              <div class="line">Could not prevail with all their oratory,</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet hath a woman's kindness over-ruled:</div>
                              <div class="line">And therefore tell her I return great thanks,</div>
                              <div class="line">And in submission will attend on her.</div>
                              <div class="line">Will not your honours bear me company?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BEDFORD</div>
                              <div class="line">No, truly; it is more than manners will:</div>
                              <div class="line">And I have heard it said, unbidden guests</div>
                              <div class="line">Are often welcomest when they are gone.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Well then, alone, since there's no remedy,</div>
                              <div class="line">I mean to prove this lady's courtesy.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come hither, captain.</div>
                              <p>Whispers</p>
                              <div class="line">You perceive my mind?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Captain</div>
                              <div class="line">I do, my lord, and mean accordingly.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.4">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>3. SCENE III.  Auvergne. The COUNTESS's castle.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter the COUNTESS and her Porter</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">Porter, remember what I gave in charge;</div>
                              <div class="line">And when you have done so, bring the keys to me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Porter</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, I will.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">The plot is laid: if all things fall out right,</div>
                              <div class="line">I shall as famous be by this exploit</div>
                              <div class="line">As Scythian Tomyris by Cyrus' death.</div>
                              <div class="line">Great is the rumor of this dreadful knight,</div>
                              <div class="line">And his achievements of no less account:</div>
                              <div class="line">Fain would mine eyes be witness with mine ears,</div>
                              <div class="line">To give their censure of these rare reports.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Enter Messenger and TALBOT</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam,</div>
                              <div class="line">According as your ladyship desired,</div>
                              <div class="line">By message craved, so is Lord Talbot come.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">And he is welcome. What! is this the man?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, it is.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">Is this the scourge of France?</div>
                              <div class="line">Is this the Talbot, so much fear'd abroad</div>
                              <div class="line">That with his name the mothers still their babes?</div>
                              <div class="line">I see report is fabulous and false:</div>
                              <div class="line">I thought I should have seen some Hercules,</div>
                              <div class="line">A second Hector, for his grim aspect,</div>
                              <div class="line">And large proportion of his strong-knit limbs.</div>
                              <div class="line">Alas, this is a child, a silly dwarf!</div>
                              <div class="line">It cannot be this weak and writhled shrimp</div>
                              <div class="line">Should strike such terror to his enemies.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Madam, I have been bold to trouble you;</div>
                              <div class="line">But since your ladyship is not at leisure,</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll sort some other time to visit you.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">What means he now? Go ask him whither he goes.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Messenger</div>
                              <div class="line">Stay, my Lord Talbot; for my lady craves</div>
                              <div class="line">To know the cause of your abrupt departure.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Marry, for that she's in a wrong belief,</div>
                              <div class="line">I go to certify her Talbot's here.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Re-enter Porter with keys</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">If thou be he, then art thou prisoner.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Prisoner! to whom?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">To me, blood-thirsty lord;</div>
                              <div class="line">And for that cause I trained thee to my house.</div>
                              <div class="line">Long time thy shadow hath been thrall to me,</div>
                              <div class="line">For in my gallery thy picture hangs:</div>
                              <div class="line">But now the substance shall endure the like,</div>
                              <div class="line">And I will chain these legs and arms of thine,</div>
                              <div class="line">That hast by tyranny these many years</div>
                              <div class="line">Wasted our country, slain our citizens</div>
                              <div class="line">And sent our sons and husbands captivate.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Ha, ha, ha!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">Laughest thou, wretch? thy mirth shall turn to moan.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">I laugh to see your ladyship so fond</div>
                              <div class="line">To think that you have aught but Talbot's shadow</div>
                              <div class="line">Whereon to practise your severity.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">Why, art not thou the man?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">I am indeed.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">Then have I substance too.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">No, no, I am but shadow of myself:</div>
                              <div class="line">You are deceived, my substance is not here;</div>
                              <div class="line">For what you see is but the smallest part</div>
                              <div class="line">And least proportion of humanity:</div>
                              <div class="line">I tell you, madam, were the whole frame here,</div>
                              <div class="line">It is of such a spacious lofty pitch,</div>
                              <div class="line">Your roof were not sufficient to contain't.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">This is a riddling merchant for the nonce;</div>
                              <div class="line">He will be here, and yet he is not here:</div>
                              <div class="line">How can these contrarieties agree?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">That will I show you presently.</div>
                              <p>Winds his horn. Drums strike up: a peal of
ordnance. Enter soldiers</p>
                              <div class="line">How say you, madam? are you now persuaded</div>
                              <div class="line">That Talbot is but shadow of himself?</div>
                              <div class="line">These are his substance, sinews, arms and strength,</div>
                              <div class="line">With which he yoketh your rebellious necks,</div>
                              <div class="line">Razeth your cities and subverts your towns</div>
                              <div class="line">And in a moment makes them desolate.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">Victorious Talbot! pardon my abuse:</div>
                              <div class="line">I find thou art no less than fame hath bruited</div>
                              <div class="line">And more than may be gather'd by thy shape.</div>
                              <div class="line">Let my presumption not provoke thy wrath;</div>
                              <div class="line">For I am sorry that with reverence</div>
                              <div class="line">I did not entertain thee as thou art.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">TALBOT</div>
                              <div class="line">Be not dismay'd, fair lady; nor misconstrue</div>
                              <div class="line">The mind of Talbot, as you did mistake</div>
                              <div class="line">The outward composition of his body.</div>
                              <div class="line">What you have done hath not offended me;</div>
                              <div class="line">Nor other satisfaction do I crave,</div>
                              <div class="line">But only, with your patience, that we may</div>
                              <div class="line">Taste of your wine and see what cates you have;</div>
                              <div class="line">For soldiers' stomachs always serve them well.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE</div>
                              <div class="line">With all my heart, and think me honoured</div>
                              <div class="line">To feast so great a warrior in my house.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.5">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>4. SCENE IV.  London. The Temple-garden.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter the Earls of SOMERSET, SUFFOLK, and WARWICK;
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, VERNON, and another Lawyer</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Great lords and gentlemen, what means this silence?</div>
                              <div class="line">Dare no man answer in a case of truth?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                              <div class="line">Within the Temple-hall we were too loud;</div>
                              <div class="line">The garden here is more convenient.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Then say at once if I maintain'd the truth;</div>
                              <div class="line">Or else was wrangling Somerset in the error?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                              <div class="line">Faith, I have been a truant in the law,</div>
                              <div class="line">And never yet could frame my will to it;</div>
                              <div class="line">And therefore frame the law unto my will.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Judge you, my Lord of Warwick, then, between us.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                              <div class="line">Between two hawks, which flies the higher pitch;</div>
                              <div class="line">Between two dogs, which hath the deeper mouth;</div>
                              <div class="line">Between two blades, which bears the better temper:</div>
                              <div class="line">Between two horses, which doth bear him best;</div>
                              <div class="line">Between two girls, which hath the merriest eye;</div>
                              <div class="line">I have perhaps some shallow spirit of judgement;</div>
                              <div class="line">But in these nice sharp quillets of the law,</div>
                              <div class="line">Good faith, I am no wiser than a daw.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Tut, tut, here is a mannerly forbearance:</div>
                              <div class="line">The truth appears so naked on my side</div>
                              <div class="line">That any purblind eye may find it out.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">And on my side it is so well apparell'd,</div>
                              <div class="line">So clear, so shining and so evident</div>
                              <div class="line">That it will glimmer through a blind man's eye.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Since you are tongue-tied and so loath to speak,</div>
                              <div class="line">In dumb significants proclaim your thoughts:</div>
                              <div class="line">Let him that is a true-born gentleman</div>
                              <div class="line">And stands upon the honour of his birth,</div>
                              <div class="line">If he suppose that I have pleaded truth,</div>
                              <div class="line">From off this brier pluck a white rose with me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Let him that is no coward nor no flatterer,</div>
                              <div class="line">But dare maintain the party of the truth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Pluck a red rose from off this thorn with me.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                              <div class="line">I love no colours, and without all colour</div>
                              <div class="line">Of base insinuating flattery</div>
                              <div class="line">I pluck this white rose with Plantagenet.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                              <div class="line">I pluck this red rose with young Somerset</div>
                              <div class="line">And say withal I think he held the right.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                              <div class="line">Stay, lords and gentlemen, and pluck no more,</div>
                              <div class="line">Till you conclude that he upon whose side</div>
                              <div class="line">The fewest roses are cropp'd from the tree</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall yield the other in the right opinion.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Good Master Vernon, it is well objected:</div>
                              <div class="line">If I have fewest, I subscribe in silence.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">And I.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                              <div class="line">Then for the truth and plainness of the case.</div>
                              <div class="line">I pluck this pale and maiden blossom here,</div>
                              <div class="line">Giving my verdict on the white rose side.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Prick not your finger as you pluck it off,</div>
                              <div class="line">Lest bleeding you do paint the white rose red</div>
                              <div class="line">And fall on my side so, against your will.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                              <div class="line">If I my lord, for my opinion bleed,</div>
                              <div class="line">Opinion shall be surgeon to my hurt</div>
                              <div class="line">And keep me on the side where still I am.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, well, come on: who else?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lawyer</div>
                              <div class="line">Unless my study and my books be false,</div>
                              <div class="line">The argument you held was wrong in you:</div>
                              <p>To SOMERSET</p>
                              <div class="line">In sign whereof I pluck a white rose too.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, Somerset, where is your argument?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Here in my scabbard, meditating that</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall dye your white rose in a bloody red.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Meantime your cheeks do counterfeit our roses;</div>
                              <div class="line">For pale they look with fear, as witnessing</div>
                              <div class="line">The truth on our side.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">No, Plantagenet,</div>
                              <div class="line">'Tis not for fear but anger that thy cheeks</div>
                              <div class="line">Blush for pure shame to counterfeit our roses,</div>
                              <div class="line">And yet thy tongue will not confess thy error.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath not thy rose a canker, Somerset?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Hath not thy rose a thorn, Plantagenet?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, sharp and piercing, to maintain his truth;</div>
                              <div class="line">Whiles thy consuming canker eats his falsehood.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, I'll find friends to wear my bleeding roses,</div>
                              <div class="line">That shall maintain what I have said is true,</div>
                              <div class="line">Where false Plantagenet dare not be seen.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,</div>
                              <div class="line">I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                              <div class="line">Turn not thy scorns this way, Plantagenet.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll turn my part thereof into thy throat.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Away, away, good William de la Pole!</div>
                              <div class="line">We grace the yeoman by conversing with him.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                              <div class="line">Now, by God's will, thou wrong'st him, Somerset;</div>
                              <div class="line">His grandfather was Lionel Duke of Clarence,</div>
                              <div class="line">Third son to the third Edward King of England:</div>
                              <div class="line">Spring crestless yeomen from so deep a root?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">He bears him on the place's privilege,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or durst not, for his craven heart, say thus.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">By him that made me, I'll maintain my words</div>
                              <div class="line">On any plot of ground in Christendom.</div>
                              <div class="line">Was not thy father, Richard Earl of Cambridge,</div>
                              <div class="line">For treason executed in our late king's days?</div>
                              <div class="line">And, by his treason, stand'st not thou attainted,</div>
                              <div class="line">Corrupted, and exempt from ancient gentry?</div>
                              <div class="line">His trespass yet lives guilty in thy blood;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, till thou be restored, thou art a yeoman.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">My father was attached, not attainted,</div>
                              <div class="line">Condemn'd to die for treason, but no traitor;</div>
                              <div class="line">And that I'll prove on better men than Somerset,</div>
                              <div class="line">Were growing time once ripen'd to my will.</div>
                              <div class="line">For your partaker Pole and you yourself,</div>
                              <div class="line">I'll note you in my book of memory,</div>
                              <div class="line">To scourge you for this apprehension:</div>
                              <div class="line">Look to it well and say you are well warn'd.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Ah, thou shalt find us ready for thee still;</div>
                              <div class="line">And know us by these colours for thy foes,</div>
                              <div class="line">For these my friends in spite of thee shall wear.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">And, by my soul, this pale and angry rose,</div>
                              <div class="line">As cognizance of my blood-drinking hate,</div>
                              <div class="line">Will I for ever and my faction wear,</div>
                              <div class="line">Until it wither with me to my grave</div>
                              <div class="line">Or flourish to the height of my degree.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SUFFOLK</div>
                              <div class="line">Go forward and be choked with thy ambition!</div>
                              <div class="line">And so farewell until I meet thee next.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">SOMERSET</div>
                              <div class="line">Have with thee, Pole. Farewell, ambitious Richard.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">How I am braved and must perforce endure it!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">WARWICK</div>
                              <div class="line">This blot that they object against your house</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall be wiped out in the next parliament</div>
                              <div class="line">Call'd for the truce of Winchester and Gloucester;</div>
                              <div class="line">And if thou be not then created York,</div>
                              <div class="line">I will not live to be accounted Warwick.</div>
                              <div class="line">Meantime, in signal of my love to thee,</div>
                              <div class="line">Against proud Somerset and William Pole,</div>
                              <div class="line">Will I upon thy party wear this rose:</div>
                              <div class="line">And here I prophesy: this brawl to-day,</div>
                              <div class="line">Grown to this faction in the Temple-garden,</div>
                              <div class="line">Shall send between the red rose and the white</div>
                              <div class="line">A thousand souls to death and deadly night.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Good Master Vernon, I am bound to you,</div>
                              <div class="line">That you on my behalf would pluck a flower.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">VERNON</div>
                              <div class="line">In your behalf still will I wear the same.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">Lawyer</div>
                              <div class="line">And so will I.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Thanks, gentle sir.</div>
                              <div class="line">Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say</div>
                              <div class="line">This quarrel will drink blood another day.</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <p>Exeunt</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.4.6">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>5. SCENE V.  The Tower of London.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Enter MORTIMER, brought in a chair, and Gaolers</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                              <div class="line">Kind keepers of my weak decaying age,</div>
                              <div class="line">Let dying Mortimer here rest himself.</div>
                              <div class="line">Even like a man new haled from the rack,</div>
                              <div class="line">So fare my limbs with long imprisonment.</div>
                              <div class="line">And these grey locks, the pursuivants of death,</div>
                              <div class="line">Nestor-like aged in an age of care,</div>
                              <div class="line">Argue the end of Edmund Mortimer.</div>
                              <div class="line">These eyes, like lamps whose wasting oil is spent,</div>
                              <div class="line">Wax dim, as drawing to their exigent;</div>
                              <div class="line">Weak shoulders, overborne with burthening grief,</div>
                              <div class="line">And pithless arms, like to a wither'd vine</div>
                              <div class="line">That droops his sapless branches to the ground;</div>
                              <div class="line">Yet are these feet, whose strengthless stay is numb,</div>
                              <div class="line">Unable to support this lump of clay,</div>
                              <div class="line">Swift-winged with desire to get a grave,</div>
                              <div class="line">As witting I no other comfort have.</div>
                              <div class="line">But tell me, keeper, will my nephew come?</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                              <div class="line">Richard Plantagenet, my lord, will come:</div>
                              <div class="line">We sent unto the Temple, unto his chamber;</div>
                              <div class="line">And answer was return'd that he will come.</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                              <div class="line">Enough: my soul shall then be satisfied.</div>
                              <div class="line">Poor gentleman! his wrong doth equal mine.</div>
                              <div class="line">Since Henry Monmouth first began to reign,</div>
                              <div class="line">Before whose glory I was great in arms,</div>
                              <div class="line">This loathsome sequestration have I had:</div>
                              <div class="line">And even since then hath Richard been obscured,</div>
                              <div class="line">Deprived of honour and inheritance.</div>
                              <div class="line">But now the arbitrator of despairs,</div>
                              <div class="line">Just death, kind umpire of men's miseries,</div>
                              <div class="line">With sweet enlargement doth dismiss me hence:</div>
                              <div class="line">I would his troubles likewise were expired,</div>
                              <div class="line">That so he might recover what was lost.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <p>Enter RICHARD PLANTAGENET</p>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">First Gaoler</div>
                              <div class="line">My lord, your loving nephew now is come.</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                              <div class="line">Richard Plantagenet, my friend, is he come?</div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Ay, noble uncle, thus ignobly used,</div>
                              <div class="line">Your nephew, late despised Richard, comes.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                              <div class="line">Direct mine arms I may embrace his neck,</div>
                              <div class="line">And in his bosom spend my latter gasp:</div>
                              <div class="line">O, tell me when my lips do touch his cheeks,</div>
                              <div class="line">That I may kindly give one fainting kiss.</div>
                              <div class="line">And now declare, sweet stem from York's great stock,</div>
                              <div class="line">Why didst thou say, of late thou wert despised?</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">First, lean thine aged back against mine arm;</div>
                              <div class="line">And, in that ease, I'll tell thee my disease.</div>
                              <div class="line">This day, in argument upon a case,</div>
                              <div class="line">Some words there grew 'twixt Somerset and me;</div>
                              <div class="line">Among which terms he used his lavish tongue</div>
                              <div class="line">And did upbraid me with my father's death:</div>
                              <div class="line">Which obloquy set bars before my tongue,</div>
                              <div class="line">Else with the like I had requited him.</div>
                              <div class="line">Therefore, good uncle, for my father's sake,</div>
                              <div class="line">In honour of a true Plantagenet</div>
                              <div class="line">And for alliance sake, declare the cause</div>
                              <div class="line">My father, Earl of Cambridge, lost his head.</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                              <div class="line">That cause, fair nephew, that imprison'd me</div>
                              <div class="line">And hath detain'd me all my flowering youth</div>
                              <div class="line">Within a loathsome dungeon, there to pine,</div>
                              <div class="line">Was cursed instrument of his decease.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">
                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Discover more at large what cause that was,</div>
                              <div class="line">For I am ignorant and cannot guess.</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                              <div class="line">I will, if that my fading breath permit</div>
                              <div class="line">And death approach not ere my tale be done.</div>
                              <div class="line">Henry the Fourth, grandfather to this king,</div>
                              <div class="line">Deposed his nephew Richard, Edward's son,</div>
                              <div class="line">The first-begotten and the lawful heir,</div>
                              <div class="line">Of Edward king, the third of that descent:</div>
                              <div class="line">During whose reign the Percies of the north,</div>
                              <div class="line">Finding his usurpation most unjust,</div>
                              <div class="line">Endeavor'd my advancement to the throne:</div>
                              <div class="line">The reason moved these warlike lords to this</div>
                              <div class="line">Was, for that--young King Richard thus removed,</div>
                              <div class="line">Leaving no heir begotten of his body--</div>
                              <div class="line">I was the next by birth and parentage;</div>
                              <div class="line">For by my mother I derived am</div>
                              <div class="line">From Lionel Duke of Clarence, the third son</div>
                              <div class="line">To King Edward the Third; whereas he</div>
                              <div class="line">From John of Gaunt doth bring his pedigree,</div>
                              <div class="line">Being but fourth of that heroic line.</div>
                              <div class="line">But mark: as in this haughty attempt</div>
                              <div class="line">They laboured to plant the rightful heir,</div>
                              <div class="line">I lost my liberty and they their lives.</div>
                              <div class="line">Long after this, when Henry the Fifth,</div>
                              <div class="line">Succeeding his father Bolingbroke, did reign,</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy father, Earl of Cambridge, then derived</div>
                              <div class="line">From famous Edmund Langley, Duke of York,</div>
                              <div class="line">Marrying my sister that thy mother was,</div>
                              <div class="line">Again in pity of my hard distress</div>
                              <div class="line">Levied an army, weening to redeem</div>
                              <div class="line">And have install'd me in the diadem:</div>
                              <div class="line">But, as the rest, so fell that noble earl</div>
                              <div class="line">And was beheaded. Thus the Mortimers,</div>
                              <div class="line">In whom the tide rested, were suppress'd.</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Of which, my lord, your honour is the last.</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                              <div class="line">True; and thou seest that I no issue have</div>
                              <div class="line">And that my fainting words do warrant death;</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou art my heir; the rest I wish thee gather:</div>
                              <div class="line">But yet be wary in thy studious care.</div>
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                        </div>
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                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">Thy grave admonishments prevail with me:</div>
                              <div class="line">But yet, methinks, my father's execution</div>
                              <div class="line">Was nothing less than bloody tyranny.</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                              <div class="line">With silence, nephew, be thou politic:</div>
                              <div class="line">Strong-fixed is the house of Lancaster,</div>
                              <div class="line">And like a mountain, not to be removed.</div>
                              <div class="line">But now thy uncle is removing hence:</div>
                              <div class="line">As princes do their courts, when they are cloy'd</div>
                              <div class="line">With long continuance in a settled place.</div>
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                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">O, uncle, would some part of my young years</div>
                              <div class="line">Might but redeem the passage of your age!</div>
                           </div>
                        </div>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">MORTIMER</div>
                              <div class="line">Thou dost then wrong me, as that slaughterer doth</div>
                              <div class="line">Which giveth many wounds when one will kill.</div>
                              <div class="line">Mourn not, except thou sorrow for my good;</div>
                              <div class="line">Only give order for my funeral:</div>
                              <div class="line">And so farewell, and fair be all thy hopes</div>
                              <div class="line">And prosperous be thy life in peace and war!</div>
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                        </div>
                        <p>Dies</p>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">RICHARD PLANTAGENET</div>
                              <div class="line">And peace, no war, befall thy parting soul!</div>
                              <div class="line">In prison hast thou spent a pilgrimage</div>
                              <div class="line">And like a hermit overpass'd thy days.</div>
                              <div class="line">Well, I will lock his counsel in my breast;</div>
                              <div class="line">And what I do imagine let that rest.</div>
                              <div class="line">Keepers, convey him hence, and I myself</div>
                              <div class="line">Will see his burial better than his life.</div>
                              <p>Exeunt Gaolers, bearing out the body of MORTIMER</p>
                              <div class="line">Here dies the dusky torch of Mortimer,</div>
                              <div class="line">Choked with ambition of the meaner sort:</div>
                              <div class="line">And for those wrongs, those bitter injuries,</div>
                              <div class="line">Which Somerset hath offer'd to my house:</div>
                              <div class="line">I doubt not but with honour to redress;</div>
                              <div class="line">And therefore haste I to the parliament,</div>
                              <div class="line">Either to be restored to my blood,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or make my ill the advantage of my good.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <p>Exit</p>
                     </div>
                  </section>
               </div>
            </article>
            <article class="chapter" id="R.1.5">
               <header class="chapter-titlepage">
                  <h2>Chapter 3. ACT III</h2>
               </header>
               <div class="lists-of-titles">
                  <div class="toc">
                     <p>
                        <b>Table of Contents</b>
                     </p>
                     <ul class="toc">
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.2">1. SCENE I.  London. The Parliament-house.</a>
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                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.3">2. SCENE II.  France. Before Rouen.</a>
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                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.4">3. SCENE III.  The plains near Rouen.</a>
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                        </li>
                        <li>
                           <span>
                              <a href="#R.1.5.5">4. SCENE IV.  Paris. The palace.</a>
                           </span>
                        </li>
                     </ul>
                  </div>
               </div>
               <div class="content">
                  <section class="section" id="R.1.5.2">
                     <div class="section-titlepage">
                        <h2>1. SCENE I.  London. The Parliament-house.</h2>
                     </div>
                     <div class="content">
                        <p>Flourish. Enter KING HENRY VI, EXETER, GLOUCESTER,
WARWICK, SOMERSET, and SUFFOLK; the BISHOP OF
WINCHESTER, RICHARD PLANTAGENET, and others.
GLOUCESTER offers to put up a bill; BISHOP OF
WINCHESTER snatches it, and tears it</p>
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                           <div class="linegroup">
                              <div class="speaker">BISHOP OF WINCHESTER</div>
                              <div class="line">Comest thou with deep premeditated lines,</div>
                              <div class="line">With written pamphlets studiously devised,</div>
                              <div class="line">Humphrey of Gloucester? If thou canst accuse,</div>
                              <div class="line">Or aught intend'st to lay unto my charge,</div>
                              <div class="line">Do it without invention, suddenly;</div>
                              <div class="line">As I with sudden and extemporal speech</div>
                              <div class="line">Purpose to answer what thou canst object.</div>
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                        </div>
                        <div class="dialogue">