DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. KING HENRY VI. Lord Mayor of London. Vernon, of the White Rofe, or York faction. Baffet, of the Red Rofe, or An old jhepherd, father to Margaret, daughter to Reig nier, and afterwards Queen to King Henry. Counteft of Auvergne, Joan la Pucelle, a maid pretending to be infpir'd from heaven, and fetting up for the championefs of France. Fiends, attending her. Lords, Captains, Soldiers, Melengers, and feveral attendants both on the Englijh and French. The SCENE is partly in England, and partly in France. Falfaff is introduced again, who was dead in Henry V. a. 2. f. 3. The reafon is, becaufe this play was ritten by Saakespeare before Henry IV. or V. See the laft lines of Henry V. ACT ACTI. SCENE Westminster-abbey. Dead march. Enter the funeral of King Henry V. attended on by the Duke of Bedford, regent of France; the Duke of Gloucester, Protector; the Duke of Exeter, and the Earl of Warwick, the Bishop of Winchefter, and the Duke of Somerset. Bed. YUNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day to night! H Comets, importing change of times * and Brandifh your crefted treffes in the sky; Glou. England ne'er had a King until his time. His brandifh'd fword did blind men with its beams; Exe. We mourn in black; why mourn we not in Henry is dead, and never fhall revive: [blood? Upon a wooden coffin we attend ; times, for manners, So So dreadful will not be as was his fight. The battles of the Lord of hofts he fought: [pray'd Glou. The church? where is it? had not churchmen His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd. None do you like but an effeminate prince, Whom, like a fchool-boy, you may overawe. Win. Glo'fter, whate'er we like, thou art Protector, And lookeft to command the prince and realm : Thy wife is proud; fhe holdeth thee in awe, More than god or religious churchmen may. Glou. Name not religion, for thou lov'ft the flesh, And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Except it be to pray against thy foes. Bed. Ceafe, ceafe thefe jars, and rest your minds in Let's to the altar; heralds, wait on us; Inftead of gold we'll offer up our arms, Since arms avail not now that Henry's dead! Pofterity await for wretched years, [peace: When at their mother's moift eyes babes fhall fuck; And none but women left to 'wail the dead! SCENE II. Enter a Mefenger. Bed. What fay'ft thou, man, before dead Henry's Speak foftly, or the lofs of thofe great towns [corse? Will make him burft his lead, and rife from death. Glou. Is Paris loft, and Roan yielded up? If Henry were recall'd to life again, Thefe news would caufe him once more yield the ghoft. Exe. How were they loft? what treachery was us'd?" Me. No treachery, but want of men and money. 1 Amongst Amongst the foldiers this is muttered, That here you maintain several factions; And, whilst a field fhould be difpatch'd and fought, One would have ling'ring wars with little coft; Let not floth dim your honours, new-begot; Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, SCENE III. Enter to them another Messenger. [chance. 2 Mef. Lords, view thefe letters, full of bad mifFrance is revolted from the English quite, Except fome petty towns of no import. The Dauphin Charles is crowned King in Rheims, Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part, [Exit. Exe. The Dauphin crowned King? all fly to him? O whither thall we fly from this reproach? Glou. We will not fly but to our enemies' throats. Bedford, if thou be flack, I'll fight it out Bed. Glo'fter, why doubt'ft thou of my forwardness? An army have I mutter'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run. SCENE IV. Enter a third Messenger. 3 Me My gracious Lords, to add to your laments. Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearfe, I must inform you of a diimal fight i. e. their miferies, which have had only a fhort intermission from Henry V. s death to my coming amongst them. VOL. IV. U u Betwixt Betwixt the ftout Lord Talbot and the French. Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? Is't fo? Having scarce full fix thousand in his troop, No leifure had he to inrank his men. To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. A bafe Walloon, to win the Dauphin's grace, Bed. Is Talbot flain then? I will flay myself, For living idly here in pomp and ease, 3 Me. O no! he lives, but is took prifoner; And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford; Moft of the reft flaughter'd, or took likewife. Bed. |