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The Works of William Shakespeare [Cambridge Edition] [Vol. 5 of 9]

Chapter 11: aae SCENE V. The same.
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The volume presents a connected sequence of historical dramas that dramatize the disintegration of centralized power and the violent struggle among rival claimants for the crown. Through scenes of political intrigue, popular unrest, pitched battles, and calculated betrayals, it shows how shifting alliances and personal ambition accelerate dynastic collapse and reshape leadership. The plays interweave public spectacle with intimate moments of downfall and remorse, exploring themes of legitimacy, governance, and the human cost of civil war. Scholarly apparatus accompanies the texts, offering prefatory and editorial commentary, variant readings, and notes on publication history.

aae SCENE V. The same.

Here an Alarum again: and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN, and driveth him: then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving Englishmen before her, and exit after them: then re-enter TALBOT.
Tal. Where is my strength, my valour, and my force?
Our English troops retire, I cannot stay them;
A woman clad in armour chaseth them.
Re-enter LA PUCELLE.
Here, here she comes. I’ll have a bout with thee;
5Devil 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 servest.
Puc. Come, come, ’tis only I that must disgrace thee. [Here they fight.
Tal. Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail?
10My 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.
Puc. Talbot, farewell; thy hour is not yet come:
I must go victual Orleans forthwith. [A short alarum: then enter the town with soldiers.
15 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.
Tal. My thoughts are whirled like a potter’s wheel;
20I 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.
25They 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:
30Sheep 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,
35For none would strike a stroke in his revenge.
Pucelle is enter’d 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; flourish.