Duke of Alanson Quotes in Henry VI Part 1
Act 3, Scene 2 Quotes
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?
Damsel, I’ll have a bout with you again,
Or else let Talbot perish with this shame.
[…] 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, Alanson, and the rest;
Will ye, like soldiers, come and fight it out?
ALANSON: 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.
An alarum: excursions. Enter FASTOLF and a CAPTAIN
CAPTAIN: Whither away, Sir John Fastolfe, in such haste?
FASTOLF: Whither away! to save myself by flight:
We are like to have the overthrow again.
CAPTAIN: What! will you fly, and leave Lord Talbot?
FASTOLF: Ay,
All the Talbots in the world, to save my life!
Exit
CAPTAIN: Cowardly knight! ill fortune follow thee!
Exit
Retreat: excursions. JOAN LA PUCELLE, ALANSON, 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.
BEDFORD dies, and is carried in by two in his chair
Act 5, Scene 4 Quotes
JOAN LA PUCELLE: I am with child, ye bloody homicides:
Murder not then the fruit within my womb,
Although ye hale me to a violent death.
[…] YORK: She and the Dauphin have been juggling:
I did imagine what would be her refuge.
[…] JOAN LA PUCELLE: You are deceived; my child is none of his:
It was Alanson that enjoy’d my love.
YORK: Alanson! that notorious Machiavel!
It dies, an if it had a thousand lives.
JOAN LA PUCELLE: O, give me leave, I have deluded you:
‘Twas neither Charles nor yet the duke I named,
But Reignier, king of Naples, that prevail’d.
[…] YORK: Why, here’s a girl! I think she knows not well,
There were so many, whom she may accuse.
WARWICK: It’s sign she hath been liberal and free.
YORK: And yet, forsooth, she is a virgin pure.
Strumpet, thy words condemn thy brat and thee:
Use no entreaty, for it is in vain.



