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The Maid of Orleans
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2017
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Thee and thy race excluded from the throne.
DUNOIS
These upstart burghers' haughty insolence!
CHARLES
Hast thou attempted with my mother aught?
LA HIRE
With her?
CHARLES
Ay! How did she demean herself?
LA HIRE (after a few moments' reflection)
I chanced to step within St. Denis' walls
Precisely at the royal coronation.
The crowds were dressed as for a festival;
Triumphal arches rose in every street
Through which the English monarch was to pass.
The way was strewed with flowers, and with huzzas,
As France some brilliant conquest had achieved,
The people thronged around the royal car.
SOREL
They could huzza – huzza, while trampling thus
Upon a gracious sovereign's loving heart!
LA HIRE
I saw young Harry Lancaster – the boy —
On good St. Lewis' regal chair enthroned;
On either side his haughty uncles stood,
Bedford and Gloucester, and before him kneeled,
To render homage for his lands, Duke Philip.
CHARLES
Oh, peer dishonored! Oh, unworthy cousin!
LA HIRE
The child was timid, and his footing lost
As up the steps he mounted towards the throne.
An evil omen! murmured forth the crowd,
And scornful laughter burst on every side.
Then forward stepped Queen Isabel – thy mother,
And – but it angers me to utter it!
CHARLES
Say on.
LA HIRE
Within her arms she clasped the boy,
And herself placed him on thy father's throne.
CHARLES
Oh, mother! mother!
LA HIRE
E'en the murderous bands
Of the Burgundians, at this spectacle,
Evinced some tokens of indignant shame.
The queen perceived it, and addressed the crowds,
Exclaiming with loud voice: "Be grateful, Frenchmen,
That I engraft upon a sickly stock
A healthy scion, and redeem you from
The misbegotten son of a mad sire!"
[The KING hides his face; AGNES hastens towards him and clasps him in her arms; all the bystanders express aversion and horror.
DUNOIS
She-wolf of France! Rage-breathing Megara!
CHARLES (after a pause, to the SENATORS)
Yourselves have heard the posture of affairs.
Delay no longer, back return to Orleans,
And bear this message to my faithful town;
I do absolve my subjects from their oath,
Their own best interests let them now consult,
And yield them to the Duke of Burgundy;
'Yclept the Good, he need must prove humane.
DUNOIS
What say'st thou, sire? Thou wilt abandon Orleans!
SENATOR (kneels down)
DUNOIS
These upstart burghers' haughty insolence!
CHARLES
Hast thou attempted with my mother aught?
LA HIRE
With her?
CHARLES
Ay! How did she demean herself?
LA HIRE (after a few moments' reflection)
I chanced to step within St. Denis' walls
Precisely at the royal coronation.
The crowds were dressed as for a festival;
Triumphal arches rose in every street
Through which the English monarch was to pass.
The way was strewed with flowers, and with huzzas,
As France some brilliant conquest had achieved,
The people thronged around the royal car.
SOREL
They could huzza – huzza, while trampling thus
Upon a gracious sovereign's loving heart!
LA HIRE
I saw young Harry Lancaster – the boy —
On good St. Lewis' regal chair enthroned;
On either side his haughty uncles stood,
Bedford and Gloucester, and before him kneeled,
To render homage for his lands, Duke Philip.
CHARLES
Oh, peer dishonored! Oh, unworthy cousin!
LA HIRE
The child was timid, and his footing lost
As up the steps he mounted towards the throne.
An evil omen! murmured forth the crowd,
And scornful laughter burst on every side.
Then forward stepped Queen Isabel – thy mother,
And – but it angers me to utter it!
CHARLES
Say on.
LA HIRE
Within her arms she clasped the boy,
And herself placed him on thy father's throne.
CHARLES
Oh, mother! mother!
LA HIRE
E'en the murderous bands
Of the Burgundians, at this spectacle,
Evinced some tokens of indignant shame.
The queen perceived it, and addressed the crowds,
Exclaiming with loud voice: "Be grateful, Frenchmen,
That I engraft upon a sickly stock
A healthy scion, and redeem you from
The misbegotten son of a mad sire!"
[The KING hides his face; AGNES hastens towards him and clasps him in her arms; all the bystanders express aversion and horror.
DUNOIS
She-wolf of France! Rage-breathing Megara!
CHARLES (after a pause, to the SENATORS)
Yourselves have heard the posture of affairs.
Delay no longer, back return to Orleans,
And bear this message to my faithful town;
I do absolve my subjects from their oath,
Their own best interests let them now consult,
And yield them to the Duke of Burgundy;
'Yclept the Good, he need must prove humane.
DUNOIS
What say'st thou, sire? Thou wilt abandon Orleans!
SENATOR (kneels down)
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