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KING HENRY THE SIXTH.
WILLIAM GLANSDALE. SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE.
MARGARET, Daughter to Reignier.
Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and several Attendants
SCENE, partly in England, and partly in France.
Rowe first made and prefixed a list of characters.
KING HENRY VI.
ACT I. SCENE I.
Dead March !. The corpse of King Henry the Fifth is dis
corered, lying in state; attended on by the Dukes of BEDFORD, GLOSTER, and EXETER; the Earl of WARWICK, the Bishop of WINCHESTER, Heralds, &c.
Bed. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to night!
Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time.
I Dead March.] In our old stage a curtain did not rise, but curtains were drawn apart, and the characters, &c. entered; and such was the case in this instance, as appears by the old stage-direction in these words :—“Dead march. Enter the funeral of King Henry the Fifth, attended on by the Duke of Bedford, Regent of France; the Duke of Gloster, Protector ; the Duke of Exeter; Warwick; the Bishop of Winchester, and the Duke of Somerset.”
? King Henry the fifth,] In the corr. fo. 1632 “King” is erased, probably, for the sake of the measure ; but as “ King" may have been considered necessary in order to denote more emphatically who was intended, we leave it in the text.
His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,
Exe. We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood ?
Win. He was a king, bless'd of the King of kings.
Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art protector,
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh;
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 ,
3 When at their mothers' morst eyes babes shall suck,] This is the line as it stands in the folio, 1632 : that of 1623 has moisten'd for “moist," giving a redundant syllable. It is impossible to read the line as verse, if moisten'd be preserved in it.
Our isle be made a marish of salt tears,
Enter a Messenger.
Bed. What say’st thou, man, before dead Henry's corse ?
Glo. Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up?
Ere. How were they lost? what treachery was us'd ?
Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money.
a MARISH of salt tears,] Pope substituted “marish," i. e. marsh, for nourish, which is the word in the first and in the later folios.
s Than Julius Cæsar, or bright Cassiopé.] In all the old copies a blank is left for the name of the constellation. It is difficult to account for the omission, and various modes of supplying the deficiency have been proposed, the most plausible (indeed so apparently right that we have inserted it) being that of the old annotator on the folio, 1632, who wrote “ Cassiopé” in the margin. Drayton in bis “ Endymion and Phæbe," 1594, applies the same epithet to the same constellation —“ bright Cassiopey as he there spells it; and we have little doubt that Cassiopé, or Cassiopey was what the poet wrote. Professor Mommsen adopts “ Cassiopé" without any question :
“ Als Julius Cäsar oder Cassiopeia." 6 A third man thinks, without expense at all.] “ Man" is from the folio, 1632; and it is necessary, unless we suppose, as Malone might have contended, that “third” is to be pronounced as a dissyllable.
Awake, awake, English nobility!
Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France.-
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! 0! whither shall we fly from this reproach ?
Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats.Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness ? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
, Wherewith already France is over-run.
Enter a third Messenger.
3 Mess. My gracious lords, to add to your laments,
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so ?
3 Mess. O, no! wherein lord Talbot was o'erthrown: The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord, Retiring from the siege of Orleans, Having scarce full six thousand in his troop, By three-and-twenty thousand of the French Was round encompassed and set upon. No leisure had he to enrank his men;