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DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING HENRY VI. || Baffet, of the Red Rose, or Duke of Glouce:ter, il ncle to Lancaster faction,
the King, und Protector. Charies, Dauphin, and af. Duke of Bedford, uncle to terwards King of France.
the King, and Regent of Reignier, Duke of Anjouand France.
titular King of Naples. Cardinal Beaufort, Bishop of | Duke of Burgundy.
Winchejler, and uncle like- | Duke of Alanson. wife to the King;
Bastard of Orleans. Duke of Exeter, brother to Governor of Paris. King Henry IV.
Master Gunner of Orleans. Duke of Somerset.
Boy, his fon. Earl of Warwick.
An old jhepherd, father to Earl of Salisbury.
Margaret, daughter to Reig, Young Talbot his son.
nier, and afterwards Richard Plantagenet, after Queen to King Henry.
wards Duke of York. Countes of Auvergne, Mortimer, Earl of March. ll Joan la Pucelle, a maid preSir John Fallaff
tending to be inspir'd from Woodvile, Lieut. of the heaven, and setting up for Torver.
the championess of France. Lord Mayor of London. Fiends, attending ber. Sir Thonias Gargrave. Sir William Glandsdale. Lords, Captains, Soldiers, Sir William Lucy.
Messengers, and several Vernon, of ihe l'hite Rose, attendants both on the Eng. or York fallion.
lish and French. The SCENE is partly in England, and partly in France.
Falfaff is introduced again, who was dead in Henry V. a:7. 2. f. 3. The reason is, because this play was ritten by Saakespeare betore Henry IV. or V. See the last lines of Henry V.
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Westminster-abbey. Dead march. Enter the funeral of King Henry V. at
tended on by the Duke of Bedford, regent of France; the Duke of Glouceiter, Protector; the Duke of Exeter, and the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Win
chelter, and the Duke of Somerset. Bed. Y UNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day
to night! Comets, importing change of times * and
crested treifes in the sky;
Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time.
his hand, but conquer'd. Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in Henry is dead, and never shall revive : [blood? Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; And Death's dishonourable victory We with our stately prefence glorify, Like captives bound to a triumphant car. What? fhall we curse the planets of mishap, That plotted thus our glory's overthrow? Or shall we think the subtle witted French Conj’rers and forc'rers, that, afraid of him, By magic verse have thus contriv'd his end ?
Win. He was a King, bless'd of the King of Kings. Unto the French, the dreadful judgment-day sime, for Manners,
So dreadful will not be as was his fight.
Glou. The church? where is it? had not churchmen His thread of life had not so foon decay'd.
[pray'd None do you like but an effeminate prince, Whom, like a school-boy, you may overawe.
Win. Glo'ster, whate'er we like, thou art Protector, And lookelt to coinmand the prince and realm : Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe, More than god or religious churchmen may.
Glou. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh, And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Except it be to pray against thy foes.
Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in
Enter a Melenger.
Bed. What fay'st thou, man, before dead Henry's Speak foftly, or the lofs of those great towns [corse ? Will make him burst his lead, and rise froin death.
Glou. Is Paris lost, and Roan yielded up?
Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was us'd?"
337 Amongst the foldiers this is muttered, That here you maintain several factions ; And, whilft a field thould be dispatch'd and fought, You are difputing of your generals. One would have ling'ring wars with little colt; Another would fly Twift, but wanteth wings; A third man thinks, without expence at all, By guileful fair words, peace may be obtain'd. Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not lloth dim your honours, new-begot; Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms, Of England's coat one half is eut away,
Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth their Howing tides.
Bed. Me they concern, Regent I am of France. Give me my teeled coat, I'll fight for France. Away with thete digraceful wailing robes: Wounds I will lend the French, initead of eyes, To
weep their intermillive mileries *. SCENE III. Enter to them another Melinger,
2 Mell. Lords, view these letters, full of bad milFrance is revolted froin the linglifl quite, [chance. Except fome petty towns of no import. The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims, The bullard Orleans with him is join'd' ; Reignier, Duke of Anjou, dotlı take his part, The Duke of Alanfon flies to his lide.
FExit Fae. The Dauphin crowned king' all fly to him O whither thall we Hy from this reproach?
Gilou. We will not fly but to our enemies' throats. Bedford, if thou be flack, I'll fight it out
Bed. Glo'lter, why doubt thout of my forwardness? An army have I multer'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over: l'un.
SCENE IV. Enter a third Messenger. 3 11.1 My gracious Lorde, to add to your lamente, Wherewitli you now bedew King llenry's hearte, I mult inform you of u diinul fight
To their miferice, which have had only a thort intermilion from 1bxury v ovleatn tu my coming mingit them, VOL. IV.
Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? Is't fo?
3 Mej. O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o’erthrown. The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of Auguit last, this dreadful Lord Retiring from the fiege of Orleans, Having
scarce full fix thousand in his troop,
Bed. Is Talbot slain then? I will slay myself,
3 Mel: O no! he lives, but is took prisoner, And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford; Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took likewile.