The First Part of Henry the Sixth. Уильям Шекспир

Exeunt

      SCENE 5

      Before Orleans

      Here an alarum again, and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN and driveth him. Then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE driving Englishmen before her. Then enter TALBOT

        TALBOT. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?

          Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;

          A woman clad in armour chaseth them.

      Enter LA PUCELLE

          Here, here she comes. I'll have a bout with thee.

          Devil or devil's dam, I'll conjure thee;

          Blood will I draw on thee-thou art a witch

          And straightway give thy soul to him thou serv'st.

        PUCELLE. Come, come, 'tis only I that must disgrace thee.

                                                     [Here they fight]

        TALBOT. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?

          My breast I'll burst with straining of my courage.

          And from my shoulders crack my arms asunder,

          But I will chastise this high minded strumpet.

                                                    [They fight again]

        PUCELLE. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come.

          I must go victual Orleans forthwith.

      [A short alarum; then enter the town with soldiers]

          O'ertake me if thou canst; I scorn thy strength.

          Go, go, cheer up thy hungry starved men;

          Help Salisbury to make his testament.

          This day is ours, as many more shall be. Exit

        TALBOT. My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel;

          I know not where I am nor what I do.

          A witch by fear, not force, like Hannibal,

          Drives back our troops and conquers as she lists.

          So bees with smoke and doves with noisome stench

          Are from their hives and houses driven away.

          They call'd us, for our fierceness, English dogs;

          Now like to whelps we crying run away.

                                                      [A short alarum]

          Hark, countrymen! Either renew the fight

          Or tear the lions out of England's coat;

          Renounce your soil, give sheep in lions' stead:

          Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf,

          Or horse or oxen from the leopard,

          As you fly from your oft subdued slaves.

                                       [Alarum. Here another skirmish]

          It will not be-retire into your trenches.

          You all consented unto Salisbury's death,

          For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.

          Pucelle is ent'red into Orleans

          In spite of us or aught that we could do.

          O, would I were to die with Salisbury!

          The shame hereof will make me hide my head.

      Exit TALBOT. Alarum; retreat

      SCENE 6

       ORLEANS

      Flourish. Enter on the walls, LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, REIGNIER, ALENCON, and soldiers

        PUCELLE. Advance our waving colours on the walls;

          Rescu'd is Orleans from the English.

          Thus Joan la Pucelle hath perform'd her word.

        CHARLES. Divinest creature, Astraea's daughter,

          How shall I honour thee for this success?

          Thy promises are like Adonis' gardens,

          That one day bloom'd and fruitful were the next.

          France, triumph in thy glorious prophetess.

          Recover'd is the town of Orleans.

          More blessed hap did ne'er befall our state.

        REIGNIER. Why ring not out the bells aloud throughout the

          town?

          Dauphin, command the citizens make bonfires

          And feast and banquet in the open streets

          To celebrate the joy that God hath given us.

        ALENCON. All France will be replete with mirth and joy

          When they shall hear how we have play'd the men.

        CHARLES. 'Tis Joan, not we, by whom the day is won;

          For which I will divide my crown with her;

          And all the priests and friars in my realm

          Shall in procession sing her endless praise.

          A statelier pyramis to her I'll rear

          Than Rhodope's of Memphis ever was.

          In memory of her, when she is dead,

          Her ashes, in an urn more precious

          Than the rich jewel'd coffer of Darius,

          Transported shall be at high festivals

          Before the kings and queens of France.

          No longer on Saint Denis will we cry,

          But Joan la Pucelle shall be France's saint.

          Come in, and let us banquet royally

          After this golden day of victory. Flourish. Exeunt

      ACT II.

      SCENE 1

      Before Orleans

      Enter a FRENCH SERGEANT and two SENTINELS

        SERGEANT. Sirs, take your places and be vigilant.

          If any noise or soldier you perceive

          Near to the walls, by some apparent sign

          Let us have knowledge at the court of guard.

       FIRST SENTINEL. Sergeant, you shall. [Exit SERGEANT]

          Thus are poor servitors,

          When others sleep upon their quiet beds,

          Constrain'd to watch in darkness, rain, and cold.

      Enter TALBOT, BEDFORD, BURGUNDY, and forces,