King Henry VI. 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 John Beaufort, Earl of Somerset; afterwards Duke. Earl of Warwick. Earl of Suffolk. Lord Talbot, afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury. 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, Lieut. 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. Governor of Paris. Bastard of Orleans. 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. SCENE 1. 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, Herald's, &c. Bed. HUNG be the heavens with black, yield day to Comets, importing change of times and states, [uight! Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky; And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, Glo. England ne'er had a king, until his time, Virtue he had, deserving to command: His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams; Exe. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not in [blood? Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of kings. Unto the French the dreadful judgment day So dreadful will not be, as was his sight. The battles of the Lord of Hosts he fought: The church's prayers made him so prosperons. [pray'd, Glo. The church! where is it? Had not churchmen His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: None do you like but an effeminate prince, Whom, like a school-boy, you may overawe. Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art protector; And lookest to command the prince, and realm. Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe, More than God, or religious churchmen, may. 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; And none but women left to wail the dead.- Enter a Messenger. you all! Mess. My honourable lords, health to 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 Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns If Henry were recall'd to life again, These news would cause him once more yield the ghost. Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was us'd? Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. Among the soldiers this is muttered,— That here you maintain several factions; And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost; Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot: Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, To Enter another Messenger. [chance, 2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad misFrance is revolted from the English quite; Except some petty towns of no import: The dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; |