king henry vi part 1(亨利四世ⅰ)-第4部分
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mercy on us； wretched sinners！ GARGRAVE。 O Lord； have mercy on me；
woeful man！ TALBOT。 What chance is this that suddenly hath cross'd us？
Speak； Salisbury； at least； if thou canst speak。 How far'st thou； mirror of
all martial men？ One of thy eyes and thy cheek's side struck off！ Accursed
tower！ accursed fatal hand That hath contriv'd this woeful 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 liv'st 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。'
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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？
Enter a MESSENGER MESSENGER。 My lord； my lord； the French
have gather'd head The Dauphin； with one Joan la Pucelle join'd； A holy
prophetess new risen up； Is come with a great power to raise the siege。
＇Here SALISBURY lifteth himself up and groans＇ TALBOT。 Hear； hear
how dying Salisbury doth groan。 It irks his heart he cannot be reveng'd。
Frenchmen； I'll be a Salisbury to you。 Pucelle or puzzel； dolphin or
dogfish； Your hearts I'll stamp out with my horse's heels And make a
quagmire of your mingled brains。 Convey me Salisbury into his tent； And
then we'll try what these dastard Frenchmen dare。 Alarum。 Exeunt
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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
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make me hide my head。 Exit TALBOT。 Alarum； retreat
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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
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ACT II。
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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； with scaling…
ladders； their drums beating a dead march
TALBOT。 Lord Regent； and redoubted Burgundy； By whose
approach the regions of Artois； Wallon； and Picardy； are friends to us； This
happy night the Frenchmen are secure； Having all day carous'd and
banqueted； Embrace we then this opportunity； As fitting best to quittance
their deceit； Contriv'd by art and baleful sorcery。 BEDFORD。 Coward of
France； how much he wrongs his fame； Despairing of his own arm's
fortitude； To join with witches and the help of hell！ BURGUNDY。 Traitors
have never other company。 But what's that Pucelle whom they term so
pure？ TALBOT。 A maid； they say。 BEDFORD。 A maid！ and be so martial！
BURGUNDY。 Pray God she prove not masculine ere long； If underneath
the standard of the French She carry armour as she hath begun。 TALBOT。
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Well； let them practise and converse with spirits： God is our fortress； in
whose conquering name Let us resolve to scale their flinty bulwarks。
BEDFORD。 Ascend； brave Talbot； we will follow thee。 TALBOT。 Not all
together； better far； I guess； That we do make our entrance several ways；
That if it chanc
