The first Part of King HENRY VI.Act. 2.Sc.5.

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KING HENRY VI.

Duke of Gloucester, Uncle to the King, and Protector.

Duke of Bedford, Uncle to the King, and Regent of France.

Cardinal BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester, and great Uncle to the King.
Duke of Exeter, Brother to King HENRY IV.

Duke of Somerset.

Earl of Warwick.

Earl of Salisbury.

Earl of Suffolk.
Lord TALBot.

Young TALBOT, his Son.

RICHARD PLANTAGENET, afterwards Duke of York.

MORTIMER, Earl of March.

Sir JOHN FALSTAFF.

WOODVILE, Lieutenant of the Tower.

Lord Mayor of London.

VERNON, of the White Rofe, or York Faction.

BASSET, of the Red Rofe, or Lancaster Faction.

Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE.

CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King of France.

REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and Titular King of Naples.

Duke of Burgundy.
Duke of Alanfon.
Baftard of Orleans.

An old Shepherd, Father to JOAN LA PUCELLE.

MARGARET, Daughter to REIGNIER, and afterwards Queen to K. HENRY. JOAN LA PUCELLE, a Maid pretending to be infpir'd from Heaven, and fetting up for the Championess of France.

Countess of Auvergne.

Lords, Captains, Soldiers, Messengers, and several Attendants both on the

English and French.

The SCENE is partly in England, and partly in France.

THE

THE FIRST PART OF

KING HENRY

VI.

ACT I. SCENE I.

Dead March. Enter the Funeral of King Henry the Fifth, 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 Winchester, and the Duke of

Somerset.

BEDFORD.

UNG be the heav'ns with black, yield day to night!

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Comets, importing change of times and states,
Brandifh your crisped treffes in the sky,

And with them fcourge the bad revolting ftars

That have confented unto Henry's death!

Henry the fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er loft a king of so much worth.

Glou. England ne'er had a king until his time:
Virtue he had, deferving to command.

His brandifh'd fword bid blind men with its beams;
His arms fpread wider than a dragon's wings;
His sparkling eyes, replete with awful fire,
More dazled and drove back his enemies,

Than mid-day fun fierce bent against their faces.
What fhould I say? his deeds exceed all speech
He never lifted up his hand but conquer'd.

Exe. We mourn in black, why mourn we not in blood?
Henry is dead, and never fhall revive:

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 curfe the planets of mishap,
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ?
Or fhall we think the subtle-witted French
Conj'rers and forc'rers, that, afraid of him,
By magick verse have thus contriv'd his end?
Win. He was a king, bleft of the king of kings.
Unto the French, the dreadful judgment-day
So dreadful will not be as was his fight.

The battles of the lord of hosts he fought;

The church's pray'rs made him so profperous.

Glou. The church? where is it? had not churchmen pray'd, His thread of life had not so foon decay'd.

None do you like but an effeminate prince,

Whom like a schoolboy you may over-awe.

Win. Glofter, 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 these jars, and rest your minds in peace: 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,

When at their mothers' moift eyes babes fhall fuck,
Our ifle be made a marish of falt tears,

And none but women left to wail the dead!
Henry the fifth! thy ghoft I invocate;

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