Will. I will none of your money. Flu. It is with a goot will; I can tell you, it will serve you to mend your shoes: Come, wherefore should you be so pashful? your shoes is not so goot: 'tis a goot silling, I warrant you, or I will change it.

Enter an English Herald.

K. Hen. Now, herald: are the dead number'd?
Her. Here is the number of the slaughter'd
French.
K. Hen. What prisoners of good sort are taken,
[Delivers a Paper.

uncle ?

Exe. Charles duke of Orleans, nephew to the
king;

John duke of Bourbon, and Lord Bouciqualt:
Of other lords, and barons, knights, and 'squires,
Full fifteen hundred, besides common men.
K. Hen. This note doth tell me of ten thousand
French,

That in the field lie slain: of princes, in this
number,

And nobles bearing banners, there lie dead
One hundred, twenty-six: added to these,
Of knights, esquires, and gallant gentlemen,
Eight thousand and four hundred of the which,
Five hundred were but yesterday dubb'd knights:
So that, in these ten thousand they have lost,
There are but sixteen hundred mercenaries;
The rest are-princes, barons, lords, knights,
'squires,

And gentlemen of blood and quality.

The names of those their nobles that lie dead,
Charles De-la-bret, high constable of France;
Jacques of Chatillon, admiral of France;
The master of the cross-bows, Lord Rambures;
Great-master of France, the brave Sir Guischard
Dauphin;

John duke of Alençon; Antony duke of Brabant,
The brother to the duke of Burgundy;
And Edward duke of Bar: of lusty earls,
Grandpre, and Roussi, Fauconberg, and Foix,
Beaumont, and Marle, Vaudemont, and Lestrale.
Here was a royal fellowship of death!-
Where is the number of our English dead?

[Herald presents another Paper.
Edward the duke of York, the earl of Suffolk,
Sir Richard Ketley, Davy Gam, esquire:
None else of name; and, of all other men,
But five and twenty. O God, thy arm was here,
And not to us, but to thy arm alone
Ascribe we all.-When, without stratagem,
But in plain shock, and even play of battle,
Was ever known so great and little loss,
On one part and on the other ?-Take it, God,
For it is only thine!
Exe.

"Tis wonderful!

K. Hen. Come, go we in procession to the
village;

And be it death proclaimed through our host,
To boast of this, or take that praise from God,
Which is his only.

Flu. Is it not lawful, an please your majesty, to tell how many is killed 2

K. Hen. Yes, captain; but with this acknowledgment,

That God fought for us.

Flu. Yes, my conscience, he did us great goot.
K. Hen. Do we all holy rites;
Let there be sung Non vobis, and Te Deum.
The dead with charity enclos'd in clay,
We'll then to Calais; and to England then;
Where ne'er from France arriv'd more happy

men.

ACT V.
Enter Chorus.

[Exeunt.

Of time, of numbers, and due course of things,
Which cannot in their huge and proper life
Be here presented. Now we bear the king
Toward Calais: grant him there; there seen,
Heave him away upon your winged thoughts,
Athwart the sea: Behold, the English beach
Paies in the flood with men, with wives, and
Whose shouts and claps outvoice the deep.
boys,

mouth'd sea,

Seems to prepare his way: so let him land;
Which, like a mighty whiffler fore the king,
So swift a pace hath thought, that even now
And, solemnly, see him set on to London.
You may imagine him upon Blackheath:
Where that his lords desire him, to have borne

His bruised helmet, and his bended sword,
Being free from vainness and self-glorious pride;
Before him, through the city: he forbids it,
Quite from himself, to God. But now behold,
Giving full trophy, signal, and ostent,
In the quick forge and workinghouse of thought,
How London doth pour out her citizens!
The mayor, and all his brethren, in best sort,-
With the plebeians swarming at their heels,
Like to the senators of the antique Rome,
Go forth, and fetch their conquering Cæsar in:
As, by a lower, but by loving likelihood,
(As, in good time, he may,) from Ireland
Were now the general of our gracious empress,

coming,

How many would the peaceful city quit,
Bringing rebellion broached on his sword,

To welcome him much more, and much more

cause,

Did they this Harry. Now in London place

hira;

Invites the king of England's stay at home:
(As yet the lamentation of the French
The emperor's coming in behalf of France,
All the occurrences. whatever chanc'd,
To order peace between them, and omit ;)
Till Harry's back return again to France;
There must we bring him; and myself have
The interim, by remembering you-'tis past.
play'd
Then brook abridgment; and your eyes advance
After your thoughts, straight back again to

France.

[Exit. SCENE I. France. An English Court of Guard.

Enter Fluellen and Gower.

Gow. Nay, that's right: but why wear you your leek to-day ? Saint Davy's day is past? Flu. There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things: I will tell you, as my friend, Captain Gower; the rascally, scald, beggarly, lowsy, pragging knave, Pistol,-which you and yourself, and all the 'orld, know to be no petter than a fellow, look you now, of no merits, he is come to me, and prings me pread and salt yesterday, look you, and bid me eat my leek: it was in a place where I could not breed no contentions with him; but I will be so pold as to wear it in my cap till I see him once again, and then I will tell him a little piece of my

desires.

To have me fold up Parca's fatal web?
Hence! I am qualmish at the smell of leek.
Flu. I peseech you heartily, scurvy, lowsy
knave, at my desires, and my requests, and my
petitions, to eat, look you, this leek; because.

wishes

look you, you do not love it, nor your affections, | Unto our brother France,--and to our sister, and your appetites, and your digestions, does not Health and fair time of day:-joy and good agree with it, I would desire you to eat it. Pist. Not for Cadwallader, and all his goats. Flu. There is one goat for you. [Strikes him.] Will you be so goot, scald knave, as eat it? Pist. Base Trojan, thou shalt die.

Flu. You say very true, scald knave, when Got's will is: I will desire you to live in the mean time, and eat your victuals; come, there is sauce for it. [Striking him again.] You called me yesterday mountain-squire; but I will make you to-day a squire of low degree. I pray you, fall to; if you can mock a leek, you can eat a leek. Gow. Enough, captain; you have astonished

him.

Flu. I say, I will make him eat some part of my leek, or I will peat his pate four days: Pite, I pray you; it is good for your green wound, and your ploody coxcomb. Pist. Must I bite?

Flu. Yes, certainly; and out of doubt, and out of questions too, and ambiguities. Pist. By this leck, I will most horribly revenge; I eat, and eke I swear

Flu. Eat, I pray you: Will you have some more sauce to your leek? there is not enough leek to swear by.

Pist. Quiet thy cudgel; thou dost see, I eat. Flu. Much goot do you, scald knave, heartily. Nay, 'pray you, throw none away; the skin is goot for your proken coxcomb. When you take Occasions to see leeks hereafter, I pray you, mock at them! that is all.

Pist. Good.

To our most fair and princely cousin Katha.

rine;

And (as a branch and member of this royalty,
By whom this great assembly is contriv'd,)
We do salute you, duke of Burgundy-
And, princes French, and peers, health to you
all!

Fr. King. Right joyous are we to behold your
face,
Most worthy brother England; fairly met :-
So are you, princes English, every one.

Q. Isa. So happy be the issue, brother Eng-
land,

Of this good day, and of this gracious meeting,
As we are now glad to behold your eyes;
Your eyes, which hitherto have borne in them
Against the French, that met them in their bent,
The fatal balls of murdering basilisks:
The venom of such looks, we fairly hope,
Have lost their quality; and that this day
Shall change all griefs, and quarrels, into love.
K. Hen. To cry amen to that, thus we appear.
Q. Isa. You English princes all, I do salute

To bring your most imperial majesties
Unto this bar and royal interview,
Your mightiness on both parts best can witness.

Flu. Ay, leeks is goot :-Hold you, there is a Since then my office hath so far prevail'd,
groat to heal your pate.

Pist. Me a groat?

Flu. Yes, verily, and in truth, you shall take it; or I have another leek in my pocket, which you shall ent.

Pist. I take thy groat, in earnest of revenge. Flu. If I owe you any thing, I will pay you In cudgels; you shall be a woodmonger, and buy nothing of me but cudgels. God be wi' you, and keep yon, and heal your pate. [Exit. Pist. All hell shall stir for this.

That, face to face, and royal eye to eye,
You have congreeted; let it not disgrace me,
If I demand, before this royal view,
What rub, or what impediment, there is,
Why that the naked, poor, and mangled peace,
Dear nurse of arts, plenties, and joyful births,
Should not, in this best garden of the world,
Our fertile France, put up her lovely visage?
Alas! She hath from France too long been
chas'd;
And all her husbandry doth lie on heaps,
Corrupting in its own fertility.

Gow. Go, go; you are a counterfeit cowardly
knave. Will you mock at an ancient tradition, Her vine, the merry cheerer of the heart,
-begun upon an honourable respect, and worn Unpruned dies: her hedges even-pleached,-
as a memorable trophy of predeceased valour, Like prisoners wildly overgrown with hair,
-and dare not avouch in your deeds any of Put forth disorder'd twigs: her fallow leas
your words? I have seen you gleeking and gall- The darnel, hemlock, and rank fumitory,
ing at this gentleman twice or thrice. You
thought, because he could not speak English in
the native garb, he could not therefore handle
an English cudgel: you find it otherwise; and,
henceforth, let a Welsh correction teach you a
good English condition. Fare you well. [Exit.
Pist. Doth fortune play the huswife with me
now?

News have I, that my Nell is dead i' the spital
Of malady of France;

And there my rendezvous is quite cut off.
Old I do wax; and from my weary limbs
Honour is cudgel'd. Well, bawd will I turn,
And something lean to cutpurse of quick hand.
To England will I steal, and there I'll steal:
And patches will I get unto these scars,
And swear, I got them in the Gallia wars.

[Exit. SCENE II. Troyes in Champagne. An Apart

ment in the French King's Palace. Enter, at one Door, King Henry, Bedford, Gloster, Exeter, Warwick, Westmoreland, and other Lords; at another the French King, Queen Isabel, the Princess Katharine, Lords, Ladies, &c. the Duke of Burgundy, and his

Train.

Doth root upon; while that the coulter rusts,
That should deracinate such savagery:
The even mead, that erst brought_sweetly forth
The freckled cowslip, burnet, and green clover,
Wanting the scythe, all uncorrected, rank,
Conceives by idleness; and nothing teems,
But hateful docks, rough thistles, kecksies, burs,
Losing both beauty and utility.
And as our vineyards, fallows, meads, and
hedges,

Defective in their natures, grow to wildness;
Even so our houses, and ourselves, and children,
Have lost, or do not learn, for want of time,
The sciences that should become our country;
But grow, like savages,-as soldiers will;
That nothing do but meditate on blood,-
To swearing and stern looks, diffus'd attire,
And every thing that seems unnatural.
Which to reduce into our former favour,
You are assembled: and my speech entreats,
That I may know the let, why gentle peace
And bless us with her former qualities.
Should not expel these inconveniences,
K. Hen. If, duke of Burgundy, you would the

peace,

Whose want gives growth to the imperfections
Which you have cited, you must buy that peace
With full accord to all our just demands;
Whose tenours and particular effects

You have, enschedul'd briefly, in your hands.
Bur. The king hath heard them: to the which,
as yet,

There is no answer made.
K. Hen.
Well then, the peace,
Which you before so urg'd, lies in his answer.
Fr. King. I have but with a cursorary eye
O'erglanc'd the articles: pleaseth your grace
To appoint some of your council presently
To sit with us once more, with better heed
To resurvey them, we will, suddenly,
Pass our accept, and peremptory answer.
K. Hen. Brother, we shall.-Go, uncle

I should quickly leap into a wife. Or, if I might buflet for my love, or bound my horse for her favours, I could lay on like a butcher, and sit like a jack-an-apes, never off: but, before God, I cannot look greenly, nor gasp out my eloquence, nor I have no cunning in protestation; only downrigh: oaths, which I never use till urged, nor never break for urging. If thou canst love a fellow of this temper, Kate, whose face is not worth sun-burning, that never looks in his glass for love of any thing he sees there, let thine eye be thy cook. I speak to thee plain Exe-soldier: If thou canst love me for this, take me: if not, to say to thee-that I shall die, is true: Glos-but-for thy love, by the Lord, no; yet I love thee too. And while thou livest, dear Kate, take a fellow of plain and uncoined constancy; for he perforce must do thee right, because he hath not the gift to woo in other places: for these fellows of infinite tongue, that can rhyme themselves into ladies' favours, they do always reason themselves out again. What! a speaker is but a prater; a rhyme is but a ballad. A good leg will fall; a straight back will stoop; a black beard will turn white: a curled pate will grow bald; a fair face will wither; a full eye will wax hollow: but a good heart, Kate, is the | sun and moon; or, rather, the sun, and not the moon; for it shines bright, and never changes, but keeps his course truly. If thou would have such a one, take me: And take me, take a soldier; take a soldier, take a king: And what sayest thou then to my love? speak, my fair, and fairly, I pray thee.

Warwick-and Huntingdon,-go with the king:
And take with you free power, to ratify,
Augment, or alter, as your wisdoms best
Shall see advantageable for our dignity,
Any thing in, or out of, our demands;
And we'll consign thereto.-Will you, fair sister,
Go with the princes, or stay here with us?
Q. Isa. Our gracious brother, I will go with
them;

Haply, a woman's voice may do some good,
When articles, too nicely urg'd, be stood on.
K. Hen. Yet leave our cousin Katharine here
with us;

She is our capital demand, compris'd
Within the fore-rank of our articles.
Q. Isa. She hath good leave.

[Exeunt all but Henry, Katharine, and
her Gentlewoman.

K. Hen. Fair Katharine, and most fair!
Will you vouchsafe to teach a soldier terms,
Such as will enter at a lady's ear,
And plead his lovesuit to her gentle heart?
Kath. Your majesty shall mock at me; I can-
not speak your England.

K. Hen. O fair Katharine, if you will love me soundly with your French heart, I will be glad to hear you confess it brokenly with your Eng lish tongue. Do you like me, Kate?

Kath. Pardonnez moy, I cannot tell vat is like me.

K. Hen. An angel is like you, Kate; and you are like an angel.

Kath. Que dit il? que je suis semblable a les anges?

Alice. Ouy, vrayment, (sauf vostre grace,) ainsi dit il.

K. Hen. I said so, dear Katharine; and I must not blush to affirm it.

Kath. O bon Dieu! les langues des hommes sont pleines des tromperies.

K. Hen. What says she, fair one? that the ongues of men are full of deceits? Alice. Ouy; dat de tongues of de mans is be full of deceits: dat is de princess.

Kath. Is it possible dat I should love de enemy of France.

K. Hen. No; it is not possible you should love the enemy of France, Kate: but, in loving me, you should love the friend of France; for I love France so well, that I will not part with a village of it; I will have it all mine: and, Kate, when France is mine, and I am yours, then yours is France, and you are mine.

Kath. I cannot tell vat is dat.

K. Hen. No, Kate? I will tell thee in French; which, I am sure, will hang upon my tongue like a new-married wife about her husband's neck, hardly to be shook off. Quand j'ay la possession de France, et quand vous avez la possession de moi (let me see, what then? Saint Dennis be my speed !)-donc vostre est France, et vous estes mienne. It is as easy for me, Kate, to conquer the kingdom, as to speak so much more French: I shall never move thee in French, unless it be to laugh at me. Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, le Francois que vous parlez est meilleur que l' Anglois lequel je parle.

K. Hen. No, 'faith, is't not, Kate: but thy speaking of my tongue, and I thine, most truly K. Hen. The princess is the better English-falsely, must needs be granted to be much at woman. 'faith, Kate, my wooing is fit for thy one. But, Kate, dost thou understand thus much understanding: I am glad thou canst speak no English? Canst thou love me? better English; for, if thou could'st, thou would'st Kath. I cannot tell. find me such a plain king, that thou would'st K. Hen. Can any of your neighbours tell, think, I had sold my farm to buy my crown. I Kate? I'll ask them. Come, I know, thou lovest know no ways to mince it in love, but directly me and at night when you come into your to say-I love you: then, if you urge me fur-closet, you'll question this gentlewoman about ther than to say-Do you in faith? I wear out me; and I know, Kate, you will, to her, dismy suit. Give me your answer; i'faith, do; praise those parts in me, that you love with your and so clap hands and a bargain: How say heart; but, good Kate, mock me mercifully; you, lady? the rather, gentle princess, because I love thee Kath. Sauf vostre honneur, me understand cruelly. If ever thou be'st mine, Kate, (as 1 well. have a saving faith within me, tells me,-thou K. Hen. Marry, if you would put me to verses, shalt,) I get thee with scambling, and thou must or to dance for your sake, Kate, why you undid therefore needs prove a good soldier-breeder: me for the one, I have neither words nor mea-Shall not thou and I, between Saint Dennis and sure; and for the other, I have no strength in Saint George, compound a boy, half French, measure, yet a reasonable measure in strength. half English, that shall go to Constantinople, If I could win a lady at leap-frog, or by vault- and take the Turk by the beard? shall we not? ing into my saddie with my armour on my back, what sayest thou, my fair flower-de-luce? under the correction of bragging be it spoken, Kath. I do not know dat

Enter the French King and Queen, Burgundy, Bedford, Gloster, Exeter, Westmoreland, and other French and English Lords.

K. Hen. No; 'tis hereafter to know, but now to promise: do but now promise, Kate, you will endeavour for your French part of such a boy; and, for my English moiety, take the word of a king and a bachelor. How answer you, la plus belle Katharine du monde, mon tres chere et

divine deesse?

Kath. Your majeste 'ave fausse French enough to deceive de most sage demoiselle dat is en

France.

Bur. God save your majesty! my royal cousin, teach you our princess English ? K. Hen. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, how perfectly I love her; and that is good English. Bur. Is she not apt?

K. Hen. Now, fie upon my false French! By K. Hen. Our tongue is rough, coz; and my mine honour, in true English, I love thee, condition is not smooth: so that, having neither Kate: by which honour I dare not swear, thou the voice nor the heart of flattery about me, I lovest me; yet my blood begins to flatter me cannot so conjure up the spirit of love in her, that thou dost, notwithstanding the poor and that he will appear in his true likeness. untempering effect of my visage. Now beshrew Bur. Pardon the frankness of my mirth, if I my father's ambition! he was thinking of civil answer you for that. If you would conjure in wars when he got me; therefore was I created her, you must make a circle: if conjure up with a stubborn outside, with an aspect of iron, love in her in his true likeness, he must appear that, when I come to woo ladies, I fright them. naked, and blind; Can you blame her then, But, in faith, Kate, the elder I wax, the better being a maid yet rosed over with the virgin I shall appear: my comfort is, that old age, crimson of modesty, if she deny the appearance that ill layer-up of beauty, can do no more of a naked blind boy in her naked seeing self? spoil upon my face; thou hast me, if thou hast It were, my lord, a hard condition for a maid me, at the worst; and thou shalt wear me, if to consign to. thou wear me, better and better; And therefore K. Hen. Yet they do wink, and yield; as love tell me, most fair Katharine, will you have is blind, and enforces. me? Put off your maiden blushes; avouch the thoughts of your heart with the looks of an empress; take me by the hand, and say,-Harry of England, I am thine: which word thou shalt no sooner bless mine ear withal, but I will tell Bur. I will wink on her to consent, my lord, thee aloud-England is thine, Ireland is thine, if you will teach her to know my meaning: for France is thine, and Henry Plantagenet is thine; maids, well summered and warm kept, are like who, though I speak it before his face, if he be flies at Bartholomew-tide, blind, though they have not fellow with the best king, thou shalt find their eyes; and then they will endure handling, the best king of good fellows. Come, your which before would not abide looking on. answer in broken_musick; for thy voice is K. Hen. This moral ties me over to time, and musick, and thy English broken: therefore, a hot summer; and so I will catch the fly, your queen of all, Katharine, break thy mind to me cousin, in the latter end, and she must be blind too. in broken English, Wilt thou have me? Bur. As love is, my lord, before it loves. thank love for my blindness; who cannot see K. Hen. It is so; and you may, some of you, many a fair French city, for one fair French maid that stands in my way.

Kath. Dat is, as it shall please de roy mon

pere.

K. Hen. Nay, it will please him well, Kate; it shall please him, Kate.

Kath. Den it shall also content me.
K. Hen. Upon that I will kiss your hand, and
I call you-my queen.

:

Kath. Laissez, mon seigneur, laissez, laissez ma foy, je ne veux point que vous abaissez vostre grandeur, en baisant la main d'une vostre indigne serviteure; excusez moy, je vous supplie, mon tres puissant seigneur.

K. Hen. Then I will kiss your lips, Kate. Kath. Les dames, et damoiselles, pour estre baisees devant leur nopces, il n'est pas le coutume de France.

K. Hen. Madam, my interpreter, what says she?

Alice. Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of France,-I cannot tell what is, baiser,

en English.

K. Hen. To kiss.

Alice. Your majesty entendre bettre que moy. K. Hen. It is not the fashion for the maids in France to kiss before they are married, would she say?

Alice. Ouy, vrayment.

Bur. They are then excused, my lord, when they see not what they do.

K. Hen. Then, good my lord, teach your cousin to consent to winking.

Fr. King. Yes, my lord, you see them perspectively, the cities turned into a maid; for they are all girdled with maiden walls, that war huth never entered.

K. Hen. Shall Kate be my wife?
Fr. King. So please you.

K. Hen. I am content; so the maiden cities you talk of, may wait on her: so the maid, that stood in the way of my wish, shall show me the way to my will.

Fr King. We have consented to all terms of

reason.

K. Hen. Is't so, my lords of England ?! West. The king hath granted every article: His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all, According to their firm proposed natures.

Ere. Only, he hath not yet subscribed this:Where your majesty demands,-That the king of France, having any occasion to write for matter of grant, shall name your highness in this form, and with this addition, in French,Notre tres cher filz Henry roy d'Angleterre, heritier de France; and thus in Latin,-Pro clarissimus filius noster Henricus, rex Angliæ, et hæres Francia.

Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, denied,

K. Hen. 'Kate, nice customs curt'sy to great kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined within the weak list of a country's fashion: we are the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that follows our places, stops the mouths But your request shall make me let it pass of all find-faults; as I will do yours, for uphold- K. Hen. I pray you then, in love and dear ing the nice fashion of your country, in denying me. a kiss therefore patiently, and yielding. Let that one article rank with the rest: [Kissing her. You have witchcraft in your Fr. King. Take her, fair son; and from her And thereupon, give me your daughter. lips, Kate; there is more eloquence in a sugar touch of them than in the tongues of the French

alliance,

blood raise up

council; and they should sooner persuade Harry Issue to me: that the contending kingdoms of England, than a general petition of monarchs. Of France and England, whose very shores look Here comes your father.

pale

K. Hen. Now welcome, Kate :-and bear me witness all,

That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen.

[Flourish.
Q. Isa. God, the best maker of all marriages,
Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one!
As man and wife, being two, are one in love,
So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal,
That never may ill office, or fell jealousy,
Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage,
Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms,
To make divorce of their incorporate league;
That English may as French, French English-

men,

Receive each other!-God speak this Amen!
All. Amen!

K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage :-on
which da

Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen,
Our bending author hath pursu'd the story;
In little room confining mighty men,

Mangling by starts the full course of their
giory.

Small time, but, in that small, most greatly liv'd
This star of England: forthine made his sword;
By which the world's best garden he achiev'd,
And of it left his son imperial lord.

Henry the Sixth, in infant bands crown'd king
Of France and England, did this king suc-
ceed;

Whose state so many had the managing,
That they lost France, and made his England

bleed:

FIRST PART OF

KING HENRY THE SIXTH.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING HENRY THE SIXTH.
DUKE OF GLOSTER, Uncle to the King, and
Protector.

DUKE OF BEDFORD, Uncle to the King, and
Regent of France.
THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of Exeter, great
Uncle to the King.

HENRY BEAUFORT, great Uncle to the King,
Bishop of Winchester, and afterwards Car-
dinal.

JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl of Somerset; after-
wards Duke.

RICHARD PLANTAGENET, eldest son of
Richard, late Earl of Cambridge; afterwards
Duke of York.

EARL OF WARWICK.

EARL OF SALISBURY.

EARL OF SUFFOLK.

|WOODVILLE, Lieutenant of the Tower. VERNON, of the White Rose, or York Fac tion.

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 Bordeaux.
A French Sergeant. A Porter.
An old Shepherd, Father to Joan la Pucelle.

LORD TALBOT, afterwards Earl of Shrews- MARGARET, Daughter to Reignier: afterbury.

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.

wards 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.

ACT I.

SCENE I. Westminster Abbey. Dead March. Corpse of King Henry the Fifth discovered, 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!

Comets, importing change of times and states,

Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky,
And with them scourge the bad revolting stars,
That have consented unto Henry's death!
Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his
England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
Virtue he had, deserving to command:
His brandish'd sword did blind men with bia
beams;

time.

His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,