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King Henry the Sixth.
chester, and afterwards Cardinal. John Beaufort, Earl of Somerset; afterwards, Duke. Richard Plantagenet, eldest son of Richard late Earl of
Cambridge; afterwards Duke of York. Earl of Warwick. Eurl of Salisbury. Earl of Suffolk. Lord Talbot, afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury: John Talbot, his son. Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March. Mortimer's Keeper, and a Lawyer. Sir John Fastolfe. Sir William Lucy. Sir William Glansdale. Sir Thomas Gargrave. Mayor of London. Woodville, Lieutenant of the Tower. Vernon, of the White Rose, or York faction. Basset, of the Red Rose, or Lancaster faction. Charles, Dauphin, and afterwards king of France. Reignier, Duke of Anjou, and titular king of Naples. Duke of Burgundy. Duke of Alencon. Governor of Paris. Bastard of Orleans, Master Gunner of Orleans, and his son. General of the French forces in Bourdeaux. A French Sergeant. A Porter. An old Shepherd, father to Joan la Pucelle, Margaret, daughter to Reignier; afterwards married to
King Henry. Countess of Auvergne. Joan la Pucelle, commonly called, Joan of Arc. Fiends appearing to La Pucelle, Lords, Warders of the Tower,
Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and several Attendants both on the English and French.
Scene, partly in England, and partly in France.
FIRST PART OF
KING HENRY VI.
Dead march. Corpse of King Henry the Fifth dis
covered, lying in state; attended on by the Dukes of
day to night!
Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time.
What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech:
Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
Glo. 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 peace! Let's to the altar:--Heralds, wait on us: Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms; Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead. Posterity, await for wretched years, 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 ! Combat with adverse planets in the heavens! A far more glorious star thy soul will make, Than Julius Cæsar, or bright
Enter a Messenger. Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all! Sad tidings bring I to you out of France, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture: Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans, Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost. Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's
corse? Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death.
Glo. Is Paris lost? is Roüen yielded up? If Henry were recalld to life again, These news would cause him once more yield the
ghost. E.re. How were they lost? what treachery was
us'd? Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money.
Among the soldiers this is muttered, -
your honours, new-begot: Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms; Of England's coat one half is cut away.
Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides.
Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France:Give me my steeled coat, I'll fight for France. Away with these disgraceful wailing robes ! Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, To weep their intermissive miseries.
Enter another Messenger. 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad
mischance, France is revolted from the English quite; Except some petty towns of no import: The Dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd; Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part; The duke of Alençon flieth to his side.
Exe. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! O, whither shall we fly from this reproach?