Speeches (Lines) for Shepherd in "History of Henry VI, Part I"

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# Act, Scene, Line Speech text
1 V, 4, 2672
  • Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
    Have I sought every countr...
  • Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
    Have I sought every country far and near,
    And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
    Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
    Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!
  • (stage directions). [Enter JOAN LA PUCELLE, guarded, and a Shepherd]

    Shepherd. Ah, Joan, this kills thy father's heart outright!
    Have I sought every country far and near,
    And, now it is my chance to find thee out,
    Must I behold thy timeless cruel death?
    Ah, Joan, sweet daughter Joan, I'll die with thee!

2 V, 4, 2680
  • Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;
    I did beget her, all the par...
  • Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;
    I did beget her, all the parish knows:
    Her mother liveth yet, can testify
    She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.
  • Joan la Pucelle. Decrepit miser! base ignoble wretch!
    I am descended of a gentler blood:
    Thou art no father nor no friend of mine.

    Shepherd. Out, out! My lords, an please you, 'tis not so;
    I did beget her, all the parish knows:
    Her mother liveth yet, can testify
    She was the first fruit of my bachelorship.

3 V, 4, 2687
  • Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
    God knows thou art a collop of my...
  • Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
    God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
    And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
    Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.
  • Richard Plantagenet (Duke of Gloucester). This argues what her kind of life hath been,
    Wicked and vile; and so her death concludes.

    Shepherd. Fie, Joan, that thou wilt be so obstacle!
    God knows thou art a collop of my flesh;
    And for thy sake have I shed many a tear:
    Deny me not, I prithee, gentle Joan.

4 V, 4, 2693
  • 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
    The morn that I was wedded to her mo...
  • 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
    The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
    Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
    Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
    Of thy nativity! I would the milk
    Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
    Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
    Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
    I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
    Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
    O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.
  • Joan la Pucelle. Peasant, avaunt! You have suborn'd this man,
    Of purpose to obscure my noble birth.

    Shepherd. 'Tis true, I gave a noble to the priest
    The morn that I was wedded to her mother.
    Kneel down and take my blessing, good my girl.
    Wilt thou not stoop? Now cursed be the time
    Of thy nativity! I would the milk
    Thy mother gave thee when thou suck'dst her breast,
    Had been a little ratsbane for thy sake!
    Or else, when thou didst keep my lambs a-field,
    I wish some ravenous wolf had eaten thee!
    Dost thou deny thy father, cursed drab?
    O, burn her, burn her! hanging is too good.

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