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FIRST PART OF
KING HENRY VI.
Vernon, of the white rose, or York faction.
Reignier,duke of Anjou,and titular king of Naples.
Governor of Paris. Bastard of Orleans.
Winchester, and afterwards cardinal. General of the French forces in Bourdeaux.
earl of Cambridge; afterwards duke of York. Earl of Warwick. Earl of Salisbury.
Margaret, daughter to Reignier ; afterwards mar. Earl of Suffolk.
ried to King Henry. Countess 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.
of the Tower, heralds, officers, soldiers, mesMortimer's keeper, and a lawyer.
sengers, and several attendants, both on the
English and French.
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
Or shall we think the subtle-witted French
Corpse of King Henry the Fifth discovered. | By magic verses2 have contriv'd his end?
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-
His thread of life had not so soon decay'd:
Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time. More than God, or religious churchmen, may.
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh;
Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.
When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,
Our isle be made a nourish) of salt tears,
And none but women left to wail the dead.
Henry the Fifth! thy ghost I invocate;
Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils !
(2) There was a notion long prevalent, that life (1) Allurling to our ancient stage-practice when might be taken away by metrical charms. a tragedy was to be acted
(3) Nurse was anciently so spelt.
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'dout of hedges, Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all!
They pitched in the ground confusedly,
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 Speak softly: or the loss of those great towns
All the whole army stood agaz'd on him: Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death. His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,
Glo. Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up? A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain, If Henry were recall'd to life again,
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 ? Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. | Cowardly' tled, not having struck one stroke.
With purpose to relieve and follow them,) 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.2
Farewell, my masters; to my task will l;
Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make, 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
To keep our great Saint George's feast withal: mischance, France is revolted from the English quite;
Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'di Except some petty towns of no import :
The English army is grown weak and faint:
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
Since they, so few, watch such a multitude. The duke of Alençon flieth to his side.
Exe. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry Ere. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
Either to quell the dauphin utterly, 'Glo. We will not flý, but to our enemies' throats: || Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave, Bed. "Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forward. || To go about my preparation.
Glo. I'll to the Tower, with all the haste I can, An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
To view the artillery and munition ; Wherewith already France is over-run.
And then I will proclaim young Henry king. (Er. Enter a third Messenger.
Ere. To Eltham will I, where the young king is, 3 Mess. My gracious lords,—to add to your And for his safety there I'll best devise.
Being ordain'd his special governor ;
(Erit. laments, Wherewith 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; 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 public 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, Reignier, 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 a (1) Her, i. e. England's.