Act 1 - Scene 2
France. Before Orleans.
Sound a flourish. Enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and REIGNIER, marching with drum and Soldiers
Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens
So in the earth, to this day is not known:
Late did he shine
upon the English side;
Now we are victors; upon us he smiles.
What towns of any moment but we have?
pleasure here we lie near Orleans;
Otherwhiles the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
Faintly besiege us
one hour in a month.
They want their porridge and their fat bull-beeves:
Either they must be dieted like mules
And have their
provender tied to their mouths
Or piteous they will look, like drowned mice.
Let's raise the siege: why live we idly here?
Talbot is taken, whom we wont to fear:
Remaineth none but
And he may well in fretting spend his gall,
Nor men nor money hath he to make
Sound, sound alarum! we will rush on them.
Now for the honour of the forlorn French!
Him I forgive my
death that killeth me
When he sees me go back one foot or fly.
Here alarum; they are beaten back by the English with great loss. Re-enter CHARLES, ALENCON, and
Who ever saw the like? what men have I!
Dogs! cowards! dastards! I would ne'er have fled,
they left me 'midst my enemies.
Salisbury is a desperate homicide;
He fighteth as one weary of his life.
The other lords, like lions wanting
Do rush upon us as their hungry prey.
Froissart, a countryman of ours, records,
England all Olivers and Rowlands bred,
During the time Edward
the Third did reign.
More truly now may this be verified;
For none but Samsons and Goliases
forth to skirmish. One to ten!
Lean, raw-boned rascals! who would e'er suppose
They had such courage
Let's leave this town; for they are hare-brain'd slaves,
And hunger will enforce them to be more eager:
old I know them; rather with their teeth
The walls they'll tear down than forsake the siege.
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