KING HENRY THE SIXTH. DUKE OF GLOSTER, Uncle to the KING, and Protector. JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl of Somerset, afterwards Duke. RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Eldest Son of RICHARD, late Earl of Cambridge, afterwards Duke of York. EARL OF WARWICK. EARL OF SALISBURY. EARL OF SUFFOLK. LORD TALBOT, afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury. EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March. MORTIMER'S Keepers. 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 ALENÇON. BASTARD OF ORLEANS. Governor of Paris. 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. MARGARET, Daughter to REIGNIER, afterwards married to KING HENRY. COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE. JOAN LA PUCELLE, commonly called JOAN Of Arc. Lords, Warders of the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Soldiers, Messengers, and several English and French Attendants. Fiends appearing to LA PUCELLE. SCENE,-Partly in ENGLAND, and partly in FRANCE. FIRST PART OF KING HENRY VI. ACT I SCENE I.-Westminster Abbey. Dead March. Corpse of KING HENRY THE FIFTH, in state, is brought in, 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! And with them scourge the bad revolting stars Glo. England ne'er had a king until his time. His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams; Than mid-day sun fierce bent against their faces. What should I say? his deeds exceed all speech: He ne'er lift up his hand but conquered. Exce. We mourn in black: why mourn we not in blood? Henry is dead, and never shall revive: Upon a wooden coffin we attend; And death's dishonourable victory Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him, By magic verses have contriv'd his end? 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 prosperous. Glo. The church! where is it? Had not churchmen pray'd, His thread of life had not so soon decay'd: None do you like but an effeminate prince, 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 mother's moisten'd eyes babes shall suck; Our isle be made a marish of salt tears, And none but women left to wail the dead.- 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. If Henry were recall'd to life again, These news would cause him once more yield the ghost. Among the soldiers this is muttered,- 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, Enter a second 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; Reignier, Duke of Anjou, doth take his part; The Duke of Alençon flieth to his side. Ece. The Dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! O, whither shall we fly from this reproach? forwardness? Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies' throats:- Enter a third Messenger. 3 Mess. My gracious lords, to add to your laments, Wherewith you now bedew King Henry's hearse,— I must inform you of a dismal fight Betwixt the stout Lord Talbot and the French. 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, Having full scarce six thousand in his troop, By three-and-twenty thousand of the French Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges, To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him; Whom all France, with their chief assembled strength, Durst not presume to look once in the face. Bed. Is Talbot slain? then I will slay myself, and ease, For living idly here in pomp Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid, Unto his dastard foemen is betray'd. 3 Mess. O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, And Lord Scales with him, and Lord Hungerford: Most of the rest slaughter'd or took likewise. Bed. His ransom there is none but I shall pay : 3 Mess. So you had need; for Orleans is besieg'd; |