No Fear Shakespeare: Henry VI, Part 1: Act 1 Scene 5

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Here an alarum again, and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN and driveth him; then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving ENGLISHMEN before her. They cross the stage and exit. Then enter TALBOT.	Here an alarum again, and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN and driveth him; then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving ENGLISHMEN before her. They cross the stage and exit. Then enter TALBOT.
TALBOT Where is my strength, my valor, and my force? Our English troops retire; I cannot stay them. A woman clad in armor chaseth them. Enter PUCELLE, with SOLDIERS. Here, here she comes!—I’ll have a bout with thee. 5 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.	TALBOT Where is my strength, my valor, and my force? Our English troops retire; I cannot stay them. A woman clad in armor chaseth them. Enter PUCELLE, with SOLDIERS. Here, here she comes!—I’ll have a bout with thee. 5 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.	PUCELLE Come, come; ’tis only I that must disgrace thee.
Here they fight .	Here they fight .
TALBOT Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? 10 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.	TALBOT Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? 10 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 .	They fight again .
PUCELLE Talbot, farewell. Thy hour is not yet come. I must go victual Orleance forthwith. A short alarum. Then she prepares to enter the town with SOLDIERS. 15 O’ertake me if thou canst. I scorn thy strength. Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starvèd men. Help Salisbury to make his testament. This day is ours, as many more shall be.	PUCELLE Talbot, farewell. Thy hour is not yet come. I must go victual Orleance forthwith. A short alarum. Then she prepares to enter the town with SOLDIERS. 15 O’ertake me if thou canst. I scorn thy strength. Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starvèd men. Help Salisbury to make his testament. This day is ours, as many more shall be.
She exits with SOLDIERS.	She exits with SOLDIERS.
TALBOT My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter’s wheel. 20 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. 25 They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs; Now like to whelps we crying run away. A short alarum. Enter ENGLISH SOLDIERS, chased by FRENCH SOLDIERS. Hark, countrymen, either renew the fight, Or tear the lions out of England’s coat. Renounce your soil; give sheep in lions’ stead. 30 Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf, Or horse or oxen from the leopard, As you fly from your oft-subduèd slaves. Alarum. Here another skirmish. It will not be! Retire into your trenches. You all consented unto Salisbury’s death, 35 For none would strike a stroke in his revenge. Pucelle is entered into Orleance In spite of us or aught that we could do. SOLDIERS exit . O, would I were to die with Salisbury! The shame hereof will make me hide my head. TALBOT exits. Alarum. Retreat .	TALBOT My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter’s wheel. 20 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. 25 They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs; Now like to whelps we crying run away. A short alarum. Enter ENGLISH SOLDIERS, chased by FRENCH SOLDIERS. Hark, countrymen, either renew the fight, Or tear the lions out of England’s coat. Renounce your soil; give sheep in lions’ stead. 30 Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf, Or horse or oxen from the leopard, As you fly from your oft-subduèd slaves. Alarum. Here another skirmish. It will not be! Retire into your trenches. You all consented unto Salisbury’s death, 35 For none would strike a stroke in his revenge. Pucelle is entered into Orleance In spite of us or aught that we could do. SOLDIERS exit . O, would I were to die with Salisbury! The shame hereof will make me hide my head. TALBOT exits. Alarum. Retreat .

Original Text	Modern Text
Here an alarum again, and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN and driveth him; then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving ENGLISHMEN before her. They cross the stage and exit. Then enter TALBOT.	Here an alarum again, and TALBOT pursueth the DAUPHIN and driveth him; then enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, driving ENGLISHMEN before her. They cross the stage and exit. Then enter TALBOT.
TALBOT Where is my strength, my valor, and my force? Our English troops retire; I cannot stay them. A woman clad in armor chaseth them. Enter PUCELLE, with SOLDIERS. Here, here she comes!—I’ll have a bout with thee. 5 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.	TALBOT Where is my strength, my valor, and my force? Our English troops retire; I cannot stay them. A woman clad in armor chaseth them. Enter PUCELLE, with SOLDIERS. Here, here she comes!—I’ll have a bout with thee. 5 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.	PUCELLE Come, come; ’tis only I that must disgrace thee.
Here they fight .	Here they fight .
TALBOT Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? 10 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.	TALBOT Heavens, can you suffer hell so to prevail? 10 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 .	They fight again .
PUCELLE Talbot, farewell. Thy hour is not yet come. I must go victual Orleance forthwith. A short alarum. Then she prepares to enter the town with SOLDIERS. 15 O’ertake me if thou canst. I scorn thy strength. Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starvèd men. Help Salisbury to make his testament. This day is ours, as many more shall be.	PUCELLE Talbot, farewell. Thy hour is not yet come. I must go victual Orleance forthwith. A short alarum. Then she prepares to enter the town with SOLDIERS. 15 O’ertake me if thou canst. I scorn thy strength. Go, go, cheer up thy hunger-starvèd men. Help Salisbury to make his testament. This day is ours, as many more shall be.
She exits with SOLDIERS.	She exits with SOLDIERS.
TALBOT My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter’s wheel. 20 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. 25 They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs; Now like to whelps we crying run away. A short alarum. Enter ENGLISH SOLDIERS, chased by FRENCH SOLDIERS. Hark, countrymen, either renew the fight, Or tear the lions out of England’s coat. Renounce your soil; give sheep in lions’ stead. 30 Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf, Or horse or oxen from the leopard, As you fly from your oft-subduèd slaves. Alarum. Here another skirmish. It will not be! Retire into your trenches. You all consented unto Salisbury’s death, 35 For none would strike a stroke in his revenge. Pucelle is entered into Orleance In spite of us or aught that we could do. SOLDIERS exit . O, would I were to die with Salisbury! The shame hereof will make me hide my head. TALBOT exits. Alarum. Retreat .	TALBOT My thoughts are whirlèd like a potter’s wheel. 20 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. 25 They called us, for our fierceness, English dogs; Now like to whelps we crying run away. A short alarum. Enter ENGLISH SOLDIERS, chased by FRENCH SOLDIERS. Hark, countrymen, either renew the fight, Or tear the lions out of England’s coat. Renounce your soil; give sheep in lions’ stead. 30 Sheep run not half so treacherous from the wolf, Or horse or oxen from the leopard, As you fly from your oft-subduèd slaves. Alarum. Here another skirmish. It will not be! Retire into your trenches. You all consented unto Salisbury’s death, 35 For none would strike a stroke in his revenge. Pucelle is entered into Orleance In spite of us or aught that we could do. SOLDIERS exit . O, would I were to die with Salisbury! The shame hereof will make me hide my head. TALBOT exits. Alarum. Retreat .