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K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage. on which day, My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath, And all the peers’, for safety of our leagues.
400 Then shall I swear to Kate, and you to me; And may our oaths well kept and prosperous be!
[Sennet. Exeunt. EPILOGUE.
Chor. Thus far, with rough and all-unable pen,
Our bending author bath pursued the story, In little room confining mighty men,
Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. Small iime, but in that small most greatly lived
This star of England: Fortune made his sword;
And of it left his son imperial lord.
Of France and England, did this king succeed; 10 Whose state so many had the managing,
That they lost France and made his England bleed: Which oft our stage hath shown; and, for their sake, In your fair miuds let this acceptance take. [Esit
THE FIRST PART OF
KING HENRY THE SIXTH.
Basset, of the Red-Rose or Lan.
the King, and Protector. A Lawyer. Mortimer's Keepers, DUKE OF BEDFORD, uncle to the
King, and Regent of France. THOMAS BEAUFORT, Duke of Exe- CHARLES, Dauphin, and after ter, great-uncle to the King.
wards King, of France. HENRY BEAUFORT, a great-uncle REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and to the King, Bishop of Winches
titular King of Naples.
DUKE OF BURGUNDY.
BASTARD OF ORLEANS.
Richard late Earl of Cam. Master-Gunner of Orleans, and
his Son. York.
General of the French forces in EARL OF WARWICK.
Bourdeaux. EARL OF SALISBURY.
A French Sergeant. A Porter. EARL OF SUFFOLK.
An old Shepherd, father to Joan LORD TALBOT, afterwards Earl of
la Pucelle. Shrewsbury. JOHN TALBOT, his son.
MARGARET, daughter to Reignier, EDMOND MORTIMER, Earl of March. afterwards married to King Sir John FASTOLFE.
Henry. SIR WILLIAM LUCY.
COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE. SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE.
JOAN LA PUCELLE, commonly SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE
called Joan of Arc. Mayor of London.
Lords, Warders of the Tower, WOODVILE, Lieutenant of the Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Tower.
Messengers, and Attendants.
Fiends appearing to La Pucelle.
SCENE I. Westminster Abbey. 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, the EARL OF WARWICK, the BishOP OF WINCHESTER, Heralds, dc.
Bed. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day to
Glou. England ne'er had a king until his time.
E.re. We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood ?
Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of kings.
Win. Gloucester, whate'er we like, thou art protector
40 Glou. Name not religion, for thou lovest the flesh,
And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st
Bed. Cease, cease these jars and rest your minds, in peace:
Enter a Messenger.
60 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.
Glou. Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up? If Henry were.recall'd to life again, These news would cause him once more yield the ghost.
E.re. How were they lost? what treachery was used?
Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. Amongst the soldiers this is muttered,
Another would fly swist, but wanteth wings;
80 Of England's coat one half is cut away.
Erz. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth their flowing tides.
Del. 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 will I lend the French instead of eyes,
Enter to them another Messenger.
90 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 Hlieth to his side.
Ere. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! 0, whither shall we fly from this reproach?
Glou. We will not tly, but to our enemies' throats. Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out.
Bed, Gloucester, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts,
101 Wherewith already France is overrun.
Enter another Messenger.
Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so?
Mess. O, no; wherein Lord Talbot was o'erthrown:
120 Where valiant Talbot above human thought Enacted wonders with his sword and lance: Hundreds he sent to hell, and nonc durst stand him; Here, there, and every where, enraged he flew: The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms; All the whole army stood agazed on him; Ilis soldiers spying his undaunted spirit A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain And rush'd into the bowels of the battle. llere had the conquest fully been seal'd up,