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King Henry VI, Part I

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ACT II SCENE I Before Orleans. 
[Enter a Sergeant of a band with two Sentinels]
SergeantSirs, 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 SentinelSergeant, you shall.5
[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, with scaling-ladders, their drums beating a dead march ]
TALBOTLord Regent, and redoubted Burgundy,
By whose approach the regions of Artois,10
Wallon and Picardy are friends to us,
This happy night the Frenchmen are secure,
Having all day caroused and banqueted:
Embrace we then this opportunity
As fitting best to quittance their deceit15
Contrived by art and baleful sorcery.
BEDFORDCoward of France! how much he wrongs his fame,
Despairing of his own arm's fortitude,
To join with witches and the help of hell!
BURGUNDYTraitors have never other company.20
But what's that Pucelle whom they term so pure?
TALBOTA maid, they say.
BEDFORDA maid! and be so martial!
BURGUNDYPray God she prove not masculine ere long,
If underneath the standard of the French25
She carry armour as she hath begun.
TALBOTWell, let them practise and converse with spirits:
God is our fortress, in whose conquering name
Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks.
BEDFORDAscend, brave Talbot; we will follow thee.30
TALBOTNot all together: better far, I guess,
That we do make our entrance several ways;
That, if it chance the one of us do fail,
The other yet may rise against their force.
BEDFORDAgreed: I'll to yond corner.35
BURGUNDYAnd I to this.
TALBOTAnd here will Talbot mount, or make his grave.
Now, Salisbury, for thee, and for the right
Of English Henry, shall this night appear
How much in duty I am bound to both.40
SentinelsArm! arm! the enemy doth make assault!
[Cry: 'St. George,' 'A Talbot.']
[ The French leap over the walls in their shirts. Enter, several ways, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, half ready, and half unready ]
ALENCONHow now, my lords! what, all unready so?
BASTARD OF ORLEANSUnready! ay, and glad we 'scaped so well.
REIGNIER'Twas time, I trow, to wake and leave our beds,
Hearing alarums at our chamber-doors.45
ALENCONOf all exploits since first I follow'd arms,
Ne'er heard I of a warlike enterprise
More venturous or desperate than this.
BASTARD OF ORLEANSI think this Talbot be a fiend of hell.
REIGNIERIf not of hell, the heavens, sure, favour him.50
ALENCONHere cometh Charles: I marvel how he sped.
BASTARD OF ORLEANSTut, holy Joan was his defensive guard.
CHARLESIs this thy cunning, thou deceitful dame?
Didst thou at first, to flatter us withal,

Make us partakers of a little gain,55
That now our loss might be ten times so much?
JOAN LA PUCELLEWherefore is Charles impatient with his friend!
At all times will you have my power alike?
Sleeping or waking must I still prevail,
Or will you blame and lay the fault on me?60
Improvident soldiers! had your watch been good,
This sudden mischief never could have fall'n.
CHARLESDuke of Alencon, this was your default,
That, being captain of the watch to-night,
Did look no better to that weighty charge.65
ALENCONHad all your quarters been as safely kept
As that whereof I had the government,
We had not been thus shamefully surprised.
BASTARD OF ORLEANSMine was secure.
REIGNIERAnd so was mine, my lord.70
CHARLESAnd, for myself, most part of all this night,
Within her quarter and mine own precinct
I was employ'd in passing to and fro,
About relieving of the sentinels:
Then how or which way should they first break in?75
JOAN LA PUCELLEQuestion, my lords, no further of the case,
How or which way: 'tis sure they found some place
But weakly guarded, where the breach was made.
And now there rests no other shift but this;
To gather our soldiers, scatter'd and dispersed,80
And lay new platforms to endamage them.
[ Alarum. Enter an English Soldier, crying 'A Talbot! a Talbot!' They fly, leaving their clothes behind ]
SoldierI'll be so bold to take what they have left.
The cry of Talbot serves me for a sword;
For I have loaden me with many spoils,
Using no other weapon but his name.85

Continue to 1 Henry VI, Act 2, Scene 2


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