Henry VI, part 1, Act 3 Scene 3 runs 91 lines of dialogue, spoken by 5 speakers. That is shorter than the play’s average scene length of about 102 lines. This scene is part of Act 3 of Henry VI, part 1.
Full Dialogue
Joan La Pucelle ♀
Dismay not, princes, at this accident,
Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedied.
Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
Nor grieve that Rouen is so recovered:
Care is no cure, but rather corrosive,
For things that are not to be remedied.
Let frantic Talbot triumph for a while
And like a peacock sweep along his tail;
We'll pull his plumes and take away his train,
If Dauphin and the rest will be but ruled.
Charles ♂
We have been guided by thee hitherto,
And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
And of thy cunning had no diffidence:
One sudden foil shall never breed distrust.
Bastard Of Orleans ♂
Search out thy wit for secret policies,
And we will make thee famous through the world.
And we will make thee famous through the world.
Alencon ♂
We'll set thy statue in some holy place,
And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:
Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
And have thee reverenced like a blessed saint:
Employ thee then, sweet virgin, for our good.
Joan La Pucelle ♀
Then thus it must be; this doth Joan devise:
By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
By fair persuasions mix'd with sugar'd words
We will entice the Duke of Burgundy
To leave the Talbot and to follow us.
Charles ♂
Ay, marry, sweeting, if we could do that,
France were no place for Henry's warriors;
Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
But be extirped from our provinces.
France were no place for Henry's warriors;
Nor should that nation boast it so with us,
But be extirped from our provinces.
Alencon ♂
For ever should they be expulsed from France
And not have title of an earldom here.
And not have title of an earldom here.
Joan La Pucelle ♀
Your honours shall perceive how I will work
To bring this matter to the wished end.
Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
And all the troops of English after him.
Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
To bring this matter to the wished end.
Hark! by the sound of drum you may perceive
Their powers are marching unto Paris-ward.
There goes the Talbot, with his colours spread,
And all the troops of English after him.
Now in the rearward comes the duke and his:
Fortune in favour makes him lag behind.
Summon a parley; we will talk with him.
Charles ♂
A parley with the Duke of Burgundy!
Burgundy ♂
Who craves a parley with the Burgundy?
Joan La Pucelle ♀
The princely Charles of France, thy countryman.
Burgundy ♂
What say'st thou, Charles? for I am marching hence.
Charles ♂
Speak, Pucelle, and enchant him with thy words.
Joan La Pucelle ♀
Brave Burgundy, undoubted hope of France!
Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
Stay, let thy humble handmaid speak to thee.
Burgundy ♂
Speak on; but be not over-tedious.
Joan La Pucelle ♀
Look on thy country, look on fertile France,
And see the cities and the towns defaced
By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
As looks the mother on her lowly babe
When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
See, see the pining malady of France;
Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.
O, turn thy edged sword another way;
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom
Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:
Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
And wash away thy country's stained spots.
And see the cities and the towns defaced
By wasting ruin of the cruel foe.
As looks the mother on her lowly babe
When death doth close his tender dying eyes,
See, see the pining malady of France;
Behold the wounds, the most unnatural wounds,
Which thou thyself hast given her woful breast.
O, turn thy edged sword another way;
Strike those that hurt, and hurt not those that help.
One drop of blood drawn from thy country's bosom
Should grieve thee more than streams of foreign gore:
Return thee therefore with a flood of tears,
And wash away thy country's stained spots.
Burgundy ♂
Either she hath bewitch'd me with her words,
Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
Or nature makes me suddenly relent.
Joan La Pucelle ♀
Besides, all French and France exclaims on thee,
Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
Who joint'st thou with but with a lordly nation
That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?
When Talbot hath set footing once in France
And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
Who then but English Henry will be lord
And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,
Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
And was he not in England prisoner?
But when they heard he was thine enemy,
They set him free without his ransom paid,
In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen
And joint'st with them will be thy slaughtermen.
Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord:
Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
Doubting thy birth and lawful progeny.
Who joint'st thou with but with a lordly nation
That will not trust thee but for profit's sake?
When Talbot hath set footing once in France
And fashion'd thee that instrument of ill,
Who then but English Henry will be lord
And thou be thrust out like a fugitive?
Call we to mind, and mark but this for proof,
Was not the Duke of Orleans thy foe?
And was he not in England prisoner?
But when they heard he was thine enemy,
They set him free without his ransom paid,
In spite of Burgundy and all his friends.
See, then, thou fight'st against thy countrymen
And joint'st with them will be thy slaughtermen.
Come, come, return; return, thou wandering lord:
Charles and the rest will take thee in their arms.
Burgundy ♂
I am vanquished; these haughty words of hers
Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
And made me almost yield upon my knees.
Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
My forces and my power of men are yours:
So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
Have batter'd me like roaring cannon-shot,
And made me almost yield upon my knees.
Forgive me, country, and sweet countrymen,
And, lords, accept this hearty kind embrace:
My forces and my power of men are yours:
So farewell, Talbot; I'll no longer trust thee.
Joan La Pucelle ♀
[Aside] Done like a Frenchman: turn, and turn again!
Charles ♂
Welcome, brave duke! thy friendship makes us fresh.
Bastard Of Orleans ♂
And doth beget new courage in our breasts.
Alencon ♂
Pucelle hath bravely play'd her part in this,
And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
And doth deserve a coronet of gold.
Charles ♂
Now let us on, my lords, and join our powers,
And seek how we may prejudice the foe.
And seek how we may prejudice the foe.
91 lines rendered verbatim from the dialogue corpus.
Who’s On Stage
Speaking characters in this scene
| Character | Lines | Share |
|---|---|---|
| Joan La Pucelle | 57 | 62.6% |
| Burgundy | 12 | 13.2% |
| Charles | 12 | 13.2% |
| Alencon | 7 | 7.7% |
| Bastard Of Orleans | 3 | 3.3% |
Line distribution
The top speaker in this scene delivers 57 lines, while the scene’s average per speaker is about 18 lines.
Total speakers on stage
5 named characters speak in this scene.
Scene in Context
Position within Act 3
This is Scene 3 of 4 in Act 3 of Henry VI, part 1.
Scene length vs. play average
At 91 lines, this scene is shorter than the Henry VI, part 1 average scene in Henry VI, part 1 (~102 lines).
Adjacent scenes
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About Act 3 Scene 3 of Henry VI, part 1
Who carries Act 3 Scene 3 of Henry VI, part 1?
Joan La Pucelle, with 57 lines — about 63% of the scene.
Is the scene a dialogue or a solo?
With 5 speakers and the lead holding 63% of the lines, this scene is a showcase for the lead voice.