| ACT III SCENE II | France. Before Rouen. | |
| | Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE disguised, with four Soldierswith sacks upon their backs | |
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | These are the city gates, the gates of Rouen, | |
| | Through which our policy must make a breach: | |
| | Take heed, be wary how you place your words; | |
| | Talk like the vulgar sort of market men | 5 |
| | That come to gather money for their corn. | |
| | If we have entrance, as I hope we shall, | |
| | And that we find the slothful watch but weak, | |
| | I'll by a sign give notice to our friends, | |
| | That Charles the Dauphin may encounter them. | 10 |
| First Soldier | Our sacks shall be a mean to sack the city, | |
| | And we be lords and rulers over Rouen; | |
| | Therefore we'll knock. | |
| | Knocks | |
| Watch | Within | |
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Paysans, pauvres gens de France; | |
| | Poor market folks that come to sell their corn. | 15 |
| Watch | Enter, go in; the market bell is rung. | |
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Now, Rouen, I'll shake thy bulwarks to the ground. | |
| | Exeunt | |
| | Enter CHARLES, the BASTARD OF ORLEANS, ALENCON,REIGNIER, and forces | |
| CHARLES | Saint Denis bless this happy stratagem! | |
| | And once again we'll sleep secure in Rouen. | |
| BASTARD OF ORLEANS | Here enter'd Pucelle and her practisants; | 20 |
| | Now she is there, how will she specify | |
| | Where is the best and safest passage in? | |
| REIGNIER | By thrusting out a torch from yonder tower; | |
| | Which, once discern'd, shows that her meaning is, | |
| | No way to that, for weakness, which she enter'd. | 25 |
| | Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE on the top, thrusting out atorch burning | |
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Behold, this is the happy wedding torch | |
| | That joineth Rouen unto her countrymen, | |
| | But burning fatal to the Talbotites! | |
| | Exit | |
| BASTARD OF ORLEANS | See, noble Charles, the beacon of our friend; | |
| | The burning torch in yonder turret stands. | 30 |
| CHARLES | Now shine it like a comet of revenge, | |
| | A prophet to the fall of all our foes! | |
| REIGNIER | Defer no time, delays have dangerous ends; | |
| | Enter, and cry 'The Dauphin!' presently, | |
| | And then do execution on the watch. | 35 |
| | Alarum. Exeunt | |
| | An alarum. Enter TALBOT in an excursion | |
| TALBOT | France, thou shalt rue this treason with thy tears, | |
| | If Talbot but survive thy treachery. | |
| | Pucelle, that witch, that damned sorceress, | |
| | Hath wrought this hellish mischief unawares, | |
| | That hardly we escaped the pride of France. | 40 |
| | Exit | |
| | An alarum: excursions. BEDFORD, brought in sickin a chair. Enter TALBOT and BURGUNDY without:within JOAN LA PUCELLE, CHARLES, BASTARD OF ORLEANS,ALENCON, and REIGNIER, on the walls | |
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Good morrow, gallants! want ye corn for bread? | |
| | I think the Duke of Burgundy will fast | |
| | Before he'll buy again at such a rate: | |
| | 'Twas full of darnel; do you like the taste? | |
| BURGUNDY | Scoff on, vile fiend and shameless courtezan! | 45 |
| | I trust ere long to choke thee with thine own | |
| | And make thee curse the harvest of that corn. | |
| CHARLES | Your grace may starve perhaps before that time. | |
| BEDFORD | O, let no words, but deeds, revenge this treason! | |
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | What will you do, good grey-beard? break a lance, | 50 |
| | And run a tilt at death within a chair? | |
| TALBOT | Foul fiend of France, and hag of all despite, | |
| | Encompass'd with thy lustful paramours! | |
| | Becomes it thee to taunt his valiant age | |
| | And twit with cowardice a man half dead? | 55 |
| | Damsel, I'll have a bout with you again, | |
| | Or else let Talbot perish with this shame. | |
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Are ye so hot, sir? yet, Pucelle, hold thy peace; | |
| | If Talbot do but thunder, rain will follow. | |
| | The English whisper together in council | |
| | God speed the parliament! who shall be the speaker? | 60 |
| TALBOT | Dare ye come forth and meet us in the field? | |
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Belike your lordship takes us then for fools, | |
| | To try if that our own be ours or no. | |
| TALBOT | I speak not to that railing Hecate, | |
| | But unto thee, Alencon, and the rest; | 65 |
| | Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out? | |
| ALENCON | Signior, no. | |
| TALBOT | Signior, hang! base muleters of France! | |
| | Like peasant foot-boys do they keep the walls | |
| | And dare not take up arms like gentlemen. | 70 |
| JOAN LA PUCELLE | Away, captains! let's get us from the walls; | |
| | For Talbot means no goodness by his looks. | |
| | God be wi' you, my lord! we came but to tell you | |
| | That we are here. | |
| | Exeunt from the walls | |
| TALBOT | And there will we be too, ere it be long, | 75 |
| | Or else reproach be Talbot's greatest fame! | |
| | Vow, Burgundy, by honour of thy house, | |
| | Prick'd on by public wrongs sustain'd in France, | |
| | Either to get the town again or die: | |
| | And I, as sure as English Henry lives | 80 |
| | And as his father here was conqueror, | |
| | As sure as in this late-betrayed town | |
| | Great Coeur-de-lion's heart was buried, | |
| | So sure I swear to get the town or die. | |
| BURGUNDY | My vows are equal partners with thy vows. | 85 |
| TALBOT | But, ere we go, regard this dying prince, | |
| | The valiant Duke of Bedford. Come, my lord, | |
| | We will bestow you in some better place, | |
| | Fitter for sickness and for crazy age. | |
| BEDFORD | Lord Talbot, do not so dishonour me: | 90 |
| | Here will I sit before the walls of Rouen | |
| | And will be partner of your weal or woe. | |
| BURGUNDY | Courageous Bedford, let us now persuade you. | |
| BEDFORD | Not to be gone from hence; for once I read | |
| | That stout Pendragon in his litter sick | 95 |
| | Came to the field and vanquished his foes: | |
| | Methinks I should revive the soldiers' hearts, | |
| | Because I ever found them as myself. | |
| TALBOT | Undaunted spirit in a dying breast! | |
| | Then be it so: heavens keep old Bedford safe! | 100 |
| | And now no more ado, brave Burgundy, | |
| | But gather we our forces out of hand | |
| | And set upon our boasting enemy. | |
| | Exeunt all but BEDFORD and Attendants | |
| | An alarum: excursions. Enter FASTOLFE anda Captain | |
| Captain | Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste? | |
| FASTOLFE | Whither away! to save myself by flight: | 105 |
| | We are like to have the overthrow again. | |
| Captain | What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot? | |
| FASTOLFE | Ay, | |
| | All the Talbots in the world, to save my life! | |
| | Exit | |
| Captain | Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee! | 110 |
| | Exit | |
| | Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALENCON,and CHARLES fly | |
| BEDFORD | Now, quiet soul, depart when heaven please, | |
| | For I have seen our enemies' overthrow. | |
| | What is the trust or strength of foolish man? | |
| | They that of late were daring with their scoffs | |
| | Are glad and fain by flight to save themselves. | 115 |
| | BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair | |
| | An alarum. Re-enter TALBOT, BURGUNDY, and the rest | |
| TALBOT | Lost, and recover'd in a day again! | |
| | This is a double honour, Burgundy: | |
| | Yet heavens have glory for this victory! | |
| BURGUNDY | Warlike and martial Talbot, Burgundy | |
| | Enshrines thee in his heart and there erects | 120 |
| | Thy noble deeds as valour's monuments. | |
| TALBOT | Thanks, gentle duke. But where is Pucelle now? | |
| | I think her old familiar is asleep: | |
| | Now where's the Bastard's braves, and Charles his gleeks? | |
| | What, all amort? Rouen hangs her head for grief | 125 |
| | That such a valiant company are fled. | |
| | Now will we take some order in the town, | |
| | Placing therein some expert officers, | |
| | And then depart to Paris to the king, | |
| | For there young Henry with his nobles lie. | 130 |
| BURGUNDY | What wills Lord Talbot pleaseth Burgundy. | |
| TALBOT | But yet, before we go, let's not forget | |
| | The noble Duke of Bedford late deceased, | |
| | But see his exequies fulfill'd in Rouen: | |
| | A braver soldier never couched lance, | 135 |
| | A gentler heart did never sway in court; | |
| | But kings and mightiest potentates must die, | |
| | For that's the end of human misery. | |
| | Exeunt | |