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King Henry the Sixth.
Vernon, of the white rose, or York faction. Duke of Gloster, uncle to the king, and protector. Basset, of the red rose, or Lancaster faction. Duke of Bedford, uncle to the king and regent Charles, dauphin, and afterwards king of France. of France.
Reignier, duke of Anjou, and titular king of Naplus. Thomas Beaufort, duke of Exeter, great uncle to Duke of Burgundy.
Duke of Alençon. Governor of Paris.
Bastard of Orleans. Henry Beaufort, great uncle to the king, bishop of Master-gunner of Orleans, and his son.
Winchester, and afterwards cardinal. General of the French forces in Bourdeaux.
earl of Cambridge ; afterwards duke of York. Larl of Warwick. Earl of Salisbury.
Margaret, daughter to Reignier ; afterwards mar.. Earl of Suffolk.
ried to King Henry. Comtess of Auvergne. Lord Talbot, afterwards earl of Shrewsbury.'
Joan la Pucelle, commonly called Joan of Arc. John Talbot, his son.
Fiends appearing to La Pucelle, lords, warders Edmund Mortimer, earl of March. Mortimer's keeper and a larryer.
of the Tower, heralds, officers, soldiers, mesSir John Fastolle. Sir William Lucy.
sengers, and several attendants, both on the Sir William Glansdale.
English and French. Sir Thomas Gargrave. Mayor of London. Woodville, lieut. of the Tower. Scene, partly in England, and partly in France.
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
Or shali we think the subtle-witted French SCENE 1.-Westminster Abbey. Dead march. Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him, Corpse of King Henry the Fifth discovered, By magie verses2 have contrivd
his end ? lying in state; attended on by the Dukes of Win. He was a king blessed of the King of kings. Bedford, Gloster
, and Exeter; the earl of War- Unto the French the dreadful judgment-day wick, the Bishop of Winchester, Heralds, fc. So dreadful will not be, as was his sight.
The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought:
The church's prayers made him so prosperous.
Glo. The church! where is it? Had not church i HUNG be the heavens with black, yield day to
men pray'd, night!
His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: Comets, importing change of times and states, None do you like but an effeminate prince, Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky;
Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe. And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art pro. That have consented unto Henry's death!
tector; Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
And lookest to command the prince and realm. England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe, Glo
. England ne'er had a king, until his time. More than God, or religious churchmen, may. Virtue he had, deserving to command:
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh; His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams; And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
Except it be to pray against thy foes.
Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead. Ere. We mourn in black ; Why mourn we not Posterity, await for wretched years, in blood ?
When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck, Henry is dead, and never shall revive:
Our isle be made a nourish' of salt tears, Upon a wooden coffin we attend;
And none but women lest to wail the dead. And death's dishonourable victory.
Henry the Fifth! thy ghost I invocate; We with our stately presence glorify,
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils ! Like captives bound to a triumphant car.
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens! What! shall we curse the planets of mishap,
(2) There was a notion long prevalent, that life 1) Alluding to our ancient stage-practice when might be taken away by metrical charms. a tragedy was to be acted.
(3) Nurse was ancienty so spelt. TOL Ih
A far more glorious star thy soul will make, No leisure had he to enrank his men;
He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges,
They pitched in the ground confusedly, Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all!
To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
More than three hours the fight continued; Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:
Where valiant Talbot, above human thought, Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans,
Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.
Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him: Bed. What say'st thou man, before dead Henry's Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he slew: corse ?
The French exclaim'd, The devil was in arms:
His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle. These news would cause him once more yield the Here had the conquest fully been seald up, ghost.
If sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward; Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was He being in the vaward (plac'd behind, us'd ?
With purpose to relieve and follow them,) Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. Among the soldiers this is muttered.
Hence grew the general wreck and massacre ; That here you maintain several factions ;
Enclosed were they with their enemies :
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;
For living idly here, in pomp and ease,
3 Mess. O no, he lives ; but is took prisoner, Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford'. These tidings would call forth her flowing
tides.' Most of the rest slaughter d, or took, likewise. Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France : Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay: Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France. I'll hale the dauphin headlong from his throne, Away with these disgraceful wailing robes! His crown shall be the ransom of my friend; Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.To weep their intermissive miseries. ?
Farewell, my masters; to my task will I;
Bonfires in france forthwith I am to make, 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad To keep our great Saint George's feast withal:
Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take, mischance, France is revolted from the English quite;
Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake. Except some petty towns of no import :
3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd; The dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims;
The English army is grown weak and faint: The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;
The earl of Salisbury craveth supply, Reigneir, duke of Anjou, doth take his part;
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny, The duke of Alençon fliéth to his side.
Since they, so few, watch such a multitude. Exe. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him !
Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry
Either to quell the dauphin utterly,
Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave, ness ?
(Erit. An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can, Wherewith already France is over-run.
To view the artillery and munition :
And then I will proclaim young Henry king: [Er. Enter a third Messenger.
Exe. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, 3 Mess. My gracious lords—to add to your Being ordain'd his special governor; laments,
And for his safety there I'll best devisc. (Erit. Where with you now bedew king Henry's hearse, Win. Each hath his place and function to attend : I must inform you of a dismal fight,
I am left out out; for me nothing remains. Betwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French. But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office;
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so ? The king from Eltham I intend to send, 3 Mess. O no; wherein lord Talbot was o'er- And sit at chiefest stern of publick weal. thrown:
(Exit. Scene closes. The circumstance I'll tell you more at large., SCENE II.-France. Before Orleans. Enter The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord, Charles, with his forces ; Alençon, Reigneir, Retiring from the siege of Orleans,
and others. Having full scarce six thousand in his troop,' Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the By three and twenty thousand of the French
heavens, Was round encompassed and set upon;
(2) i. e. Their miseries which have had only & (1) Her, in e, England's,
So in the earth, to this day is not known:
Char. Go, call her in: [Exit Bastard.] But, first, Late did he shine upon the English side;
to try her skill, Now we are victors, upon us he smiles.
Reignier, stand thou as dauphin in my place: What towns of any moment, but we have? Question her proudly, let thy looks be stern :At pleasure here we lie, near Orleans;
By this means shall we sound what skill she hath. Otherwhiles, the famish'd English, like pale ghosts,
[Retires. Faintly besiege us one hour in a month. Alen. They want their porridge, and their fat Enter La Pucelle, Bastard of Orleans and others. bull-beeves;
Reiz. Fair maid, is't thou wilt do these wondrous Either they must be dieted like mules,
feats? And have their provender tied to their mouths, Puc Reignier, is't thou that thinkest to beguile Or piteous they will look like drowned mice.
I know thee well, though never seen before.
Be not amaz'd, there's nothing hid from me:
Reig. She takes upon her bravely at first dash. Char. Sound, sound alarum; we will rush on Puc. Dauphin, I am by birth a shepherd's them.
Heaven, and our Lady gracious, hath it pleas'd
Lo, whilst I waited on my tender lambs,
Char. Whoever saw the like? what men have I ?- And, in a vision full of majesty,
And free my country from calamity:
In complete glory she reveal'd herself;
And, whereas I was black and swart before,
With those clear rays which she infus'd on me,
Ask me what question thou canst possible,
My courage try by combat, if thou dar'st,
And thou shall find that I exceed my sex.
Resolve on this :: Thou shalt be fortunate,
Char. Thou hast astonish'd me with thy high
Only this proof' I'll of thy valour make,
Out of a deal of old iron I chose forth.
Char. Then come o'God's name, I fear nowoman. Enter the Bastard of Orleans.
Puc. And, while I live, I'll ne'er fly from man, Bast. Where's the prince dauphin? I have news
[They fight. for him.
Char. Stay, stay thy hands; thou art an amazon,
Puc. Christ's mother helps me, else I were too appalld;
weak. Hath the late overthrow wrought this offence? Char. Whoe'er helps thee, 'tis thou that must Be not dismay'd, for succour is at hand:
Impatiently I burn with thy desire;
Excellent Pucelle, if thy name be so,
'Tis the French dauphin sueth to thee thus.
Puc. I must not yield to any rites of love,
When I have chased all thy foes from hence,
Then will I think upon a recompense.
(5) Be firmly persuaded of it,
Thal e que bese
Char. Mean time, look gracious on thy prostrate Glo. Lieutenant, is it you, whose voice I hear? thrall.
Open the gates; here's Gloster, that would enter. Reig. My lord, methinks, is very long in talk. Wood. I Wilhin.) Have patience, noble duke : Alen. Doubtless he shrives this woman to her I may not open:
The cardinal of Winchester forbids :
Glo. Faint-hearted Woodville, prizest him 'sore Alen. He may mean more than we poor men do me? know:
Arrogant Winchester ? that haughty prelate, These women are shrewd tempters with their Whom Henry, our laie sovereign, ne'er could tongues.
brook ? Reig. My lord, where are you? what devise you Thou art no friend to God, or to the king: on?
Open the gates, or I'll shut thee out shortly. Shall we give over Orleans, cr no?
i Serv. Open the gates unto the lord protector; Puc. Why, no, I say, distrustsul recreants ! Or we'll burst them open, if that you come not Fight till the last gasp; I will be your guard.
quickly. Char. What she says, I'll confirm; we'll fight Enter Winchester, attended by a train of servants,
it out. Puc. Assign'd am I to be the English scourge.
in tarny-coals. This night the siege assuredly I'll raise :
Win. How now, ambitious Humphrey ? what Expect Saint Martin's summer,' halcyon days,
means this? Since I have entered into these wors,
Glo. Pield priest,' dost thou command me to be Glory is like a circle in the water,
shut out? Which never ceaset'n to enlarge itsell,
Win. I do, thou most usurping proditor, Till, by broad spreading, it disperse to nought. And not protector of the king or realm. With Henry's death, the English circle ends; Glo. Stand back, thou manifest conspirator , Dispersed are the glories it included.
Thou that contriv'dst to murder our dead lord; Now am I like that proud insulting ship,
Thou, that giv'st whores indulgences to sin:
I'll canvass thee in thy broad cardinal's hat,
Win. Nay, stand thou back, I will not budge a Helen, the mother of great Constantine,
Glo. I will not slay thee, but I'll drive thee back:
Win. Do what thou dar'st; I beard thee to thy Drive them from Orleans, and be immortaliz'd.'
face. Char. Presently we'll try :-Come, let's away
Glo. What? am I dar'd, and bearded to my about it:
face? No prophet will I trust, if she prove false. (Exe. Draw, men, for all this privileged place ;
Blue-coats to tawny-coats. Priest, beware your SCENE III.-London. Hill before the Tower.
beard ; Enter, at the gates, the Drike of Gloster, with
(Gloster and his men attack the bishop. his serving-men in blue coats.
I mean to tug it, and to cufi' you soundly: Glo. I am come to survey the Tower this day ; Under my feet I stamp thy cardinal's hat; Since Henry's death, I fear, there is conveyance. In spite of pope or dignities of church, Where be these warders, that they wait not here? Here by the checks I'll drag thee up and down.' Open the gates; Gloster it is that calls.
Win. Gloster, thou'lt answer this before the pope.
[Servants knock. Glo. Winchester goose, I cry—a rope ! a rope ! 1 Ward. [Within.] Who is there that bricks so Now beat them hence, why do you let them stay?imperiously?
Thee I'll chase hence, thou wolf in sheep's array.1 Serv. It is the noble duke of Gloster.
Out, tawney-coats !-out, scarlet' hypocrite! 2 Ward. [Within.] Whoe'er he be, you may not be let in.
Here a great tumult. In the midst of it, enter 1 Serv. Answer you so the lord protector, villaira? the Mayor of London, and officers. 1 Ward. (Within.] The Lord-protect him! so May. Fie, lords ! that you, being supreme mawe answer him :
gistrates, We do no otherwise than we are will’d.
Thus contumeliously should break the peace! Glo. Who willed you ? or whose will stands but Glo. Peace, mayor; thou knowest little of my
mine? There's none protector of the realm, but I.
Here's Beaufort, that regards nor God nor king Break up the gates, I'll be your warrantize : Hath here distrain'd the Tower to his use. Shall I be flouted thus by dunghill grooms ?
Win. Here's Gloster too, a soe to citizens : Servants rush at the Tower gates. Enter, to the one that still motions war, and never peace, gales, Woodville, the lieutenant.
O'ercharging your free purses with large fines; Wood. ( Within.) What noise is this ? what trai- That seeks to overthrow religion, tors have we here?
(44) Break open. Expect prosperity after misfortune.
(5) Alluding to his shaven crown. (6) Traitor. Meaning the four daughters of Philip, men (7) Sift,
(8) A strumpet. Honed in Acts xxi, 9.
19) An allusion to the bishop's habit,