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Alice. Dat it is not be de fashion pour les ladies of K. Hen. I pray you, then, in love and dear alliance, France, - I cannot tell what is baiser, en English. Let that one article rank with the rest : K. Hen. To kiss.

And, thereupon, give me your daughter.
Alice. Your majesty entendre bettre que moy. Fr. King Take her, fair son; and from her blood

K. Hen. It is not the fashion for the maids in
France to kiss before they are married, would she say? Issue to me: that the contending kingdoms
Alice. Ouy, vrayment.

Of France and England, whose very shores look pale K. Hen. 0, Kate, nice customs curt'sy to great With envy of each other's happiness, kings. Dear Kate, you and I cannot be confined May cease their hatred ; and this dear conjunction within the weak list of a country's fashion : we are Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord the makers of manners, Kate; and the liberty that in their sweet bosoms, that never war advance follows our places, stops the mouths of all find- His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France. faults; as I will do yours, for upholding the nice All. Amen! fashion of your country, in denying me a kiss : K. Hen. Now welcoine, Kate : — and bear me therefore, patiently, and yielding. (Kissing her.]

witness all, You have witchcraft in your lips, Kate : there is That here I kiss her as my sovereign queen. more eloquence in a sugar touch of them, than in

(Flourish. the tongues of the French council ; and they should Q. Isa. God, the best maker of all marriages, sooner persuade Harry of England, than a general Combine your hearts in one, your realms in one! petition of monarchs. Here comes your father. As man and wife, being two, are one in love,

So be there 'twixt your kingdoms such a spousal, Enter the French King and Queen, BURGUNDY, That never may ill office, or fell jealousy,

BEDFORD, GlostER, Exeter, WESTMORELAND, Which troubles oft the bed of blessed marriage, and other French and English Lords.

Thrust in between the paction of these kingdoms, Bur. God save your majesty! my royal cousin, To make divorce of their incorporate league ; teach you our princess English ?

That English may as French, French Englishmen, K. Hen. I would have her learn, my fair cousin, Receive each other ! - God speak this Amen; how perfectly I love her; and that is good English. All. Amen! Bur. Is she not apt?

K. Hen. Prepare we for our marriage : K. Hen. Our tongue is rough, coz; and

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which day, dition 5 is not smooth : so that, having neither the My lord of Burgundy, we'll take your oath, voice nor the heart of flattery about me, I cannot so And all the peers', for surety of our leagues. conjure up the spirit of love in her, that he will Then shall I swear to Kate and you to me! appear in his true likeness. Shall Kate be my wife ? And may our oaths well kept and prosp'rous be! Fr. k'ing. So please you : - we have consented to

[Ereunt. all terms of reason.

Enter CHORUS. K. Hen. Is't so, my lords of England ?

Thus far, with rough, and all unable pen, West. The king hath granted every article :

Our bending 6 author bath pursu'd the story; His daughter, first; and then, in sequel, all,

In little room confining mighty men, According to their firm proposed natures.

Mangling by starts the full course of their glory. Ere. Only, he hath not yet subscribed this:

Small time, but, in that small, most greatly livid Where your majesty demands, — That the king of

This star of England : fortune made his sword; France having any occasion to write for matter of By which the world's best garden 7 he achiev'd, grant, shall name your highness in this form, and

And of it left his son imperial lord. with this addition, in French, — Notre très cher filz Henry the sixth, in infant bands crown'd king Henry roy d'Angleterre, héritier de France ; and thus in Latin, Præclarissimus filius noster Hen- | Whose state so many had the managing,

Of France and England, did this king succeed ; ricus, rer Angliæ, heres Franciæ. Fr. King. Nor this I have not, brother, so denied, Which oft our stage hath shown ; and for their sake,

That they lost France, and made his England bleed: But your request shall make me let it pass.

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FIRST PART OF

KING HENRY VI.

PERSONS REPRESENTED.

KING HENRY THE Sixth.

Mayor of London. DUKE OF GLOSTER, Uncle to the King, and Pro- Woonville, Lieutenant of the Tower. tector.

VERNON, of the White Rose, or York Faction. Duke of Bedford, Uncle to the King, and Regent Basset, of the Red Rose, or Lancaster Faction. of France.

CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King of France. Thomas BEAUFORT, Duke of Exeter, greal Uncle Reignier, Duke of Anjou, and titular King of Naples to the King.

DUKE OF BURGUNDY. HENRY BEAUFORT, great Uncle to the King, Bishop Duke of Alençon.

of Winchester, and afterwards Cardinal. Governor of Paris.
John BEAUFORT, Earl of Somerset; afterwards ] Juhe. Bastard of Orleans.
Richard PLANTAGENET, eldest Son of Richard, late Master-Gunner of Orleans, and his Son.

Earl of Cambridge ; afterwards Duke of General of the French Forces in Bourdeaux.
York.

A French Sergeant.
EARL OF WARWICK.

A Porter.
EARL OF SALISBURY.
EARL OF SUFFOLK.

MARGARET, Daughter to Reignier; afterwards mar. Lord Talbut, afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury.

ried to l'ing Henry. John Talbot, his Son.

COUNTESS OF AUVERGNE. EDWARD MORTIMER, Earl of March.

Joax La PUCELLE, commonly called Joan of Arc. Mortimer's Keeper, and a Lawyer. Sir John FASTOLFE.

Lords, Warders of the Tower, Heralds, Officers, Sir WILLIAM Lucy.

Soldiers, Messengers, and several Attendants SiR WILLIAM GLANSDALE.

both on the English and French. Sir Thomas GARGRAVE.

SCENE, partly in England, and partly in France.

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SCENE I. — Westminster Abbey.

Glo. England ne'er had a king until his time. Dead March. Corpse of King HENRY THE FIFTH His brandish'd sword did blind men with his beams;

Virtue he had, deserving to command: discovered, lying in state ; attended on by the DUKES His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings; or Bedford, Gloster, and EXETER ; the Earl of His sparkling eyes replete with wrathful fire, Warwick, the Bishop OF WINCHESTER, He- More dazzled and drove back his enemies, ralds, fc.

Than mid-day sun, fierce bent against their faces. Bed. Hung be the heavens with black, yield day What should I say? bis deeds exceed all speech, to night!

He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquered. Cornets, importing change of times and states, Ere. We mourn in biack; Why mourn we not Brandish your crystal tresses in the sky;

in blood ? And with them scourge the bad revolting stars, Henry is dead, and never shall revive : That have consented unto Henry's death!

Upon a wooden coffin we attend; Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long !

And death's dishonourable victory England ne'er lost a king of so much worth. We with our stately presence glorify,

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Like captives bound to a triumphant car.

Enter another Messenger. What? shall we curse the planets of mishap,

2 Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad That plotted thus our glory's overthrow ?

mischance, Or shall we think the subtle-witted French

France is revolted from the English quite ;
Conjurers and sorcerers, that, afraid of him,

Except some petty towns of no import :
By magick verses ' have contriv'd his end?
Win. He was a king bless'd of the King of kings. The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd;

The dauphin Charles is crowned king in Rheims; The battles of the Lord of hosts lie fought :

Reignier, duke of Anjou, doth take his part; The church's prayers made him so prosperous.

The duke of Alençon flieth to his side. Gio. None do you like but an effeminate prince,

Ere. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him ! Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.

0, whither shall we fly from this reproach ? Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art protector;

Glo. We will not fly, but to our enemies'throats: And lookest to command the prince, and realm.

Bedford, if thou be slack, I'll fight it out. Thy wife is proud; she holdeth thee in awe,

Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forwardMore than religion or than churchmen may.

ness?
Glo. Name not religion, for thou lov'st the flesh, An army have I muster’d in my thoughts,
And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st, Wherewith already France is over-run.
Except it be to pray against thy foes.
Bed. Cease, cease, these jars, and rest your minds

Enter a third Messenger.
in peace!
Let's to the altar : - Heralds, wait on us : -

3 Mess. My gracious lords, — to add to your laments, Instead of gold, we'll offer up our arms;

Wherewith you now bedew king Henry's hearse, – Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.

I must inform you of a dismal figlit, Posterity, await for wretched years,

Butwixt the stout lord Talbot and the French.

Win. What! wherein Talbot overcame? is't so ? When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck; Our isle be made a nourish 2 of salt tears,

3 Mess. O, uo; wherein lord Talbot was o'erAnd none but women left to wail the dead.

thrown; Henry the Fifth! thy ghost I invocate;

The circumstance I'll tell you more at large. Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils !

The tenth of August last, this dreadful lord, Combat with adverse planets in the heavens !

Retiring from the siege of Orleans, A far more glorious star thy soul will make,

Having full scarce six thousand in his troop, Than Julius Cæsar, or bright

By three and twenty thousand of the French

Was round encompassed and set upon ;
Enter a Messenger..

No leisure had he to enrank his men;
Mess. My honourable lords, health to you all ! He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,

Instead whereof, sharp stakes, pluck'd out of hedges, Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:

They pitched in the ground confusedly, Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans,

To keep the horsemen off from breaking in. Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost. More than three hours the fight continued ; Bed. What say'st thou, man, before dead Henry's Where valiant Talbot, above human thought, corse?

Enacted wonders with his sword and lance. Speak softly; or the loss of those great towns Hundreds he sent to death, and none durst stand him; Will make him burst his lead, and rise from death. Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he slew :

Glo. Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up? The French exclaim'd, the devil was in arms; If Henry were recall’d to life again,

All the whole army stood agaz'd on him: These news would cause him once more yield the ghost. His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,

Ere. How were they lost? what treachery was us'd? | A Talbot ! a Talbot ! cried out amain,

Mess. No treachery; but want of men and money. | And rush'd into the bowels of the battle. Among the soldiers this is muttered,

Here had the conquest fully been sealed up, That here you maintain several factions ;

If sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward And, whilst a field should be despatch'd and fought, He being in the vaward (plac'd behind You are disputing of your generals.

With purpose to relieve and follow them,) One would have ling'ring wars with little cost; Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke. Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings; Hence grew the general wreck and massacre; A third man thinks, without expence at all, Enclosed were they with their enemies : By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. A base Walloon, to win the dauphin's grace, Awake, awake, English nobility!

Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back ; Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot : Whom all France, with their chief assembled strength, Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms; Durst not presume to look once in the face. Of England's coat one half is cut away.

Bed. Is Talbot slain ? then I will slay myself, Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, For living idly here, in pomp and ease, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides. Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,

Bed. Me they concern; regent I am of France: - Unto his dastard foe-men is betray'd. Give me my steeled coat, l'il fight for France. 3 Mess O no, he lives; but is took prisoner, A way with these disgraceful wailing robes ! And lord Scales with him, and lord Hungerford ; Wounds I will lend the French, instead of eyes, Most of the rest slaughter'd, or took likewise. To weep their intermissive miseries. 3

Bed. His ransome there is none but I shall pay : " There was a notion long prevalent, that life might be taken I'll hale the dauphin headlong from his throne, away by metrical charms,

His crown shall be the ransome of my friend; Nurse was anciently so spelt. 31c. Their miseries which have had only a short intermission.

Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.

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