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Henry VI, Part I
[I, 1] |
Messenger |
115 |
O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
The circumstance I'll tell you more at large.
The tenth of August last this dreadful lord,
Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
Having full scarce six thousand in his troop.
By three and twenty thousand of the French
Was round encompassed and set upon.
No leisure had he to enrank his men;
He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
Instead whereof sharp stakes pluck'd out of hedges
They pitched in the ground confusedly,
To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
More than three hours the fight continued;
Where valiant Talbot above human thought
Enacted wonders with his sword and lance:
Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him;
Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew:
The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms;
All the whole army stood agazed on him:
His soldiers spying his undaunted spirit
A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
Here had the conquest fully been seal'd up,
If Sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward:
He, being in the vaward, placed behind
With purpose to relieve and follow them,
Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
Enclosed were they with their enemies:
A base Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace,
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back,
Whom all France with their chief assembled strength
Durst not presume to look once in the face.
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Henry VI, Part I
[I, 4] |
Earl of Salisbury |
516 |
I grieve to hear what torments you endured,
But we will be revenged sufficiently
Now it is supper-time in Orleans:
Here, through this grate, I count each one
and view the Frenchmen how they fortify:
Let us look in; the sight will much delight thee.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, and Sir William Glansdale,
Let me have your express opinions
Where is best place to make our battery next.
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Henry VI, Part I
[I, 4] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
532 |
What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us?
Speak, Salisbury; at least, if thou canst speak:
How farest thou, mirror of all martial men?
One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off!
Accursed tower! accursed fatal hand
That hath contrived this woful tragedy!
In thirteen battles Salisbury o'ercame;
Henry the Fifth he first train'd to the wars;
Whilst any trump did sound, or drum struck up,
His sword did ne'er leave striking in the field.
Yet livest thou, Salisbury? though thy speech doth fail,
One eye thou hast, to look to heaven for grace:
The sun with one eye vieweth all the world.
Heaven, be thou gracious to none alive,
If Salisbury wants mercy at thy hands!
Bear hence his body; I will help to bury it.
Sir Thomas Gargrave, hast thou any life?
Speak unto Talbot; nay, look up to him.
Salisbury, cheer thy spirit with this comfort;
Thou shalt not die whiles—
He beckons with his hand and smiles on me.
As who should say 'When I am dead and gone,
Remember to avenge me on the French.'
Plantagenet, I will; and like thee, Nero,
Play on the lute, beholding the towns burn:
Wretched shall France be only in my name.
[Here an alarum, and it thunders and lightens]
What stir is this? what tumult's in the heavens?
Whence cometh this alarum and the noise?
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Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4] |
Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester) |
1071 |
Thanks, gentle sir.
Come, let us four to dinner: I dare say
This quarrel will drink blood another day.
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Henry VI, Part I
[III, 1] |
Winchester |
1264 |
Ay, lordly sir; for what are you, I pray,
But one imperious in another's throne?
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Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2] |
Joan la Pucelle |
1511 |
Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace;
If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow.
[The English whisper together in council]
God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker?
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Henry VI, Part I
[III, 2] |
Captain |
1562 |
Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?
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Henry VI, Part I
[III, 4] |
Vernon |
1736 |
Now, sir, to you, that were so hot at sea,
Disgracing of these colours that I wear
In honour of my noble Lord of York:
Darest thou maintain the former words thou spakest?
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Henry VI, Part I
[III, 4] |
Basset |
1740 |
Yes, sir; as well as you dare patronage
The envious barking of your saucy tongue
Against my lord the Duke of Somerset.
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Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 3] |
(stage directions) |
2044 |
[Enter Sir William LUCY]
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Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 4] |
Captain |
2095 |
Here is Sir William Lucy, who with me
Set from our o'ermatch'd forces forth for aid.
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Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 4] |
(stage directions) |
2097 |
[Enter Sir William LUCY]
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Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 4] |
Duke/Earl of Somerset |
2098 |
How now, Sir William! whither were you sent?
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Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 7] |
Charles, King of France |
2304 |
O, no, forbear! for that which we have fled
During the life, let us not wrong it dead.
[Enter Sir William LUCY, attended; Herald of the]
French preceding]
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