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Henry VI, Part I
[I, 5] |
Joan la Pucelle |
595 |
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.
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2 |
Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4] |
Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester) |
1005 |
Now, by this maiden blossom in my hand,
I scorn thee and thy fashion, peevish boy.
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3 |
Henry VI, Part I
[II, 4] |
Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester) |
1009 |
Proud Pole, I will, and scorn both him and thee.
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4 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 4] |
Duke/Earl of Somerset |
2119 |
York lies; he might have sent and had the horse;
I owe him little duty, and less love;
And take foul scorn to fawn on him by sending.
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5 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 6] |
John Talbot |
2234 |
The sword of Orleans hath not made me smart;
These words of yours draw life-blood from my heart:
On that advantage, bought with such a shame,
To save a paltry life and slay bright fame,
Before young Talbot from old Talbot fly,
The coward horse that bears me fail and die!
And like me to the peasant boys of France,
To be shame's scorn and subject of mischance!
Surely, by all the glory you have won,
An if I fly, I am not Talbot's son:
Then talk no more of flight, it is no boot;
If son to Talbot, die at Talbot's foot.
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6 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 7] |
Lord Talbot/Earl of Shrewsbury |
2270 |
Thou antic death, which laugh'st us here to scorn,
Anon, from thy insulting tyranny,
Coupled in bonds of perpetuity,
Two Talbots, winged through the lither sky,
In thy despite shall 'scape mortality.
O, thou, whose wounds become hard-favour'd death,
Speak to thy father ere thou yield thy breath!
Brave death by speaking, whether he will or no;
Imagine him a Frenchman and thy foe.
Poor boy! he smiles, methinks, as who should say,
Had death been French, then death had died to-day.
Come, come and lay him in his father's arms:
My spirit can no longer bear these harms.
Soldiers, adieu! I have what I would have,
Now my old arms are young John Talbot's grave.
[Dies]
[Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, BURGUNDY, BASTARD OF]
ORLEANS, JOAN LA PUCELLE, and forces]
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7 |
Henry VI, Part I
[IV, 7] |
Joan la Pucelle |
2292 |
Once I encounter'd him, and thus I said:
'Thou maiden youth, be vanquish'd by a maid:'
But, with a proud majestical high scorn,
He answer'd thus: 'Young Talbot was not born
To be the pillage of a giglot wench:'
So, rushing in the bowels of the French,
He left me proudly, as unworthy fight.
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8 |
Henry VI, Part I
[V, 3] |
Earl of Suffolk |
2551 |
Yet so my fancy may be satisfied,
And peace established between these realms
But there remains a scruple in that too;
For though her father be the King of Naples,
Duke of Anjou and Maine, yet is he poor,
And our nobility will scorn the match.
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