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- $Title{King Henry VI, Part I: Act V, Scene IV}
- $Author{Shakespeare, William}
- $Subject{}
- $Log{Dramatis Personae*00050.txt}
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- Portions copyright (c) CMC ReSearch, Inc., 1989
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- The Complete Works of William Shakespeare
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- KING HENRY VI PART I
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- ACT V
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- SCENE IV: Camp of the YORK in Anjou.
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- {Enter YORK, WARWICK, and others.}
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- YORK: Bring forth that sorceress condemn'd to burn.
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- {Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd.}
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- Shepherd: Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
- Have I sought every country far and near,
- And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
- Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
- Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
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- JOAN LA PUCELLE: Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
- I am descended of a gentler blood:
- Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.
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- Shepherd: Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so; 10
- I did beget her, all the parish knows:
- Her mother liveth yet, can testify
- She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
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- WARWICK: Graceless! wilt thou deny thy parentage?
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- YORK: This argues what her kind of life hath been,
- Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.
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- Shepherd: Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
- God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
- And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
- Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan. 20
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- JOAN LA PUCELLE: Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,
- Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.
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- Shepherd: 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
- The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
- Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
- Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
- Of thy nativity! I would the milk
- Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
- Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
- Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field, 30
- I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
- Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
- O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.
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- [Exit.]
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- YORK: Take her away; for she hath lived too long,
- To fill the world with vicious qualities.
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- JOAN LA PUCELLE: First, let me tell you whom you have condemn'd:
- Not me begotten of a shepherd swain,
- But issued from the progeny of kings;
- Virtuous and holy; chosen from above,
- By inspiration of celestial grace, 40
- To work exceeding miracles on earth.
- I never had to do with wicked spirits:
- But you, that are polluted with your lusts,
- Stain'd with the guiltless blood of innocents,
- Corrupt and tainted with a thousand vices,
- Because you want the grace that others have,
- You judge it straight a thing impossible
- To compass wonders but by help of devils.
- No, misconceived! Joan of Arc hath been
- A virgin from her tender infancy, 50
- Chaste and immaculate in very thought;
- Whose maiden blood, thus rigorously effused,
- Will cry for vengeance at the gates of heaven.
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- YORK: Ay, ay: away with her to execution!
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- WARWICK: And hark ye, sirs; because she is a maid,
- Spare for no faggots, let there be enow:
- Place barrels of pitch upon the fatal stake,
- That so her torture may be shortened.
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- JOAN LA PUCELLE: Will nothing turn your unrelenting hearts?
- Then, Joan, discover thine infirmity, 60
- That warranteth by law to be thy privilege.
- I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
- Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
- Although ye hale me to a violent death.
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- YORK: Now heaven forfend! the holy maid with child!
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- WARWICK: The greatest miracle that e'er ye wrought:
- Is all your strict preciseness come to this?
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- YORK: She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
- I did imagine what would be her refuge.
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- WARWICK: Well, go to; we'll have no bastards live; 70
- Especially since Charles must father it.
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- JOAN LA PUCELLE: You are deceived; my child is none of his:
- It was Alencon that enjoy'd my love.
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- YORK: Alencon! that notorious Machiavel!
- It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
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- JOAN LA PUCELLE: O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
- 'Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
- But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail'd.
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- WARWICK: A married man! that's most intolerable.
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- YORK: Why, here's a girl! I think she knows not well, 80
- There were so many, whom she may accuse.
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- WARWICK: It's sign she hath been liberal and free.
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- YORK: And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
- Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
- Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.
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- JOAN LA PUCELLE: Then lead me hence; with whom I leave my curse:
- May never glorious sun reflex his beams
- Upon the country where you make abode;
- But darkness and the gloomy shade of death
- Environ you, till mischief and despair 90
- Drive you to break your necks or hang yourselves!
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- [Exit, guarded.]
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- YORK: Break thou in pieces and consume to ashes,
- Thou foul accursed minister of hell!
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- {Enter CARDINAL OF WINCHESTER, attended.}
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- CARDINAL
- OF WINCHESTER: Lord regent, I do greet your excellence
- With letters of commission from the king.
- For know, my lords, the states of Christendom,
- Moved with remorse of these outrageous broils,
- Have earnestly implored a general peace
- Betwixt our nation and the aspiring French;
- And here at hand the Dauphin and his train 100
- Approacheth, to confer about some matter.
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- YORK: Is all our travail turn'd to this effect?
- After the slaughter of so many peers,
- So many captains, gentlemen and soldiers,
- That in this quarrel have been overthrown
- And sold their bodies for their country's benefit,
- Shall we at last conclude effeminate peace?
- Have we not lost most part of all the towns,
- By treason, falsehood and by treachery,
- Our great progenitors had conquered? 110
- O Warwick, Warwick! I foresee with grief
- The utter loss of all the realm of France.
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- WARWICK: Be patient, York: if we conclude a peace,
- It shall be with such strict and severe covenants
- As little shall the Frenchmen gain thereby.
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- {Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BASTARD OF ORLEANS,
- REIGNIER, and others.}
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- CHARLES: Since, lords of England, it is thus agreed
- That peaceful truce shall be proclaim'd in France,
- We come to be informed by yourselves
- What the conditions of that league must be.
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- YORK: Speak, Winchester; for boiling choler chokes 120
- The hollow passage of my poison'd voice,
- By sight of these our baleful enemies.
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- CARDINAL
- OF WINCHESTER: Charles, and the rest, it is enacted thus:
- That, in regard King Henry gives consent,
- Of mere compassion and of lenity,
- To ease your country of distressful war,
- And suffer you to breathe in fruitful peace,
- You shall become true liegemen to his crown:
- And Charles, upon condition thou wilt swear
- To pay him tribute, submit thyself, 130
- Thou shalt be placed as viceroy under him,
- And still enjoy thy regal dignity.
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- ALENCON: Must he be then as shadow of himself?
- Adorn his temples with a coronet,
- And yet, in substance and authority,
- Retain but privilege of a private man?
- This proffer is absurd and reasonless.
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- CHARLES: 'Tis known already that I am possess'd
- With more than half the Gallian territories,
- And therein reverenced for their lawful king: 140
- Shall I, for lucre of the rest unvanquish'd,
- Detract so much from that prerogative,
- As to be call'd but viceroy of the whole?
- No, lord ambassador, I'll rather keep
- That which I have than, coveting for more,
- Be cast from possibility of all.
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- YORK: Insulting Charles! hast thou by secret means
- Used intercession to obtain a league,
- And, now the matter grows to compromise,
- Stand'st thou aloof upon comparison? 150
- Either accept the title thou usurp'st,
- Of benefit proceeding from our king
- And not of any challenge of desert,
- Or we will plague thee with incessant wars.
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- REIGNIER: My lord, you do not well in obstinacy
- To cavil in the course of this contract:
- If once it be neglected, ten to one
- We shall not find like opportunity.
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- ALENCON: To say the truth, it is your policy
- To save your subjects from such massacre 160
- And ruthless slaughters as are daily seen
- By our proceeding in hostility;
- And therefore take this compact of a truce,
- Although you break it when your pleasure serves.
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- WARWICK: How say'st thou, Charles? shall our condition stand?
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- CHARLES: It shall;
- Only reserved, you claim no interest
- In any of our towns of garrison.
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- YORK: Then swear allegiance to his majesty,
- As thou art knight, never to disobey 170
- Nor be rebellious to the crown of England,
- Thou, nor thy nobles, to the crown of England.
- So, now dismiss your army when ye please:
- Hang up your ensign, let your drums be still,
- For here we entertain a solemn peace.
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- [Exeunt.]
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