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>King Henry VI, First Part

Dramatis Personae

      KING HENRY the Sixth

      DUKE OF GLOUCESTER, 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 Cardinal

      JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl, afterwards Duke, of Somerset

      RICHARD PLANTAGENET, 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 Shrewbury

      JOHN TALBOT, his son

      EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March

      SIR JOHN FASTOLFE

      SIR WILLIAM LUCY

      SIR WILLIAM GLANSDALE

      SIR THOMAS GARGRAVE

      Mayor of London

      WOODVILE, Lieutenant of the Tower

      VERNON, of the White-Rose or York faction

      BASSET, of the Red-Rose or Lancaster faction

      A Lawyer, Mortimer's Keepers

      CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King, of France

      REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and titular King of Naples

      DUKE OF BURGUNDY

      DUKE OF ALENCON

      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 Attendants Fiends appearing to La Pucelle

      SCENE: Partly in England, and partly in France

      ACT FIRST

      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, &c.

BEDFORD

      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!

      King Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!

      England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.

GLOUCESTER

      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:

      His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;

      His sparkling eyes, replete with wrathful fire,

      More dazzled and drove back his enemies

      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.

EXETER

      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

      We with our stately presence glorify,

      Like captives bound to a triumphant car.

      What! shall we curse the planets of mishap

      That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?

      Or shall we think the subtle-witted French

      Conjurers and sorcerers, that afraid of him

      By magic verses have contriv'd his end?

WINCHESTER

      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.

GLOUCESTER

      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,

      Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.

WINCHESTER

      Gloucester, 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.

GLOUCESTER

      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.

BEDFORD

      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,

      Our isle be made a marish of salt tears,

      And none but women left to wail the dead.

      Henry the Fifth, thy ghost I invocate:

      Prosper this realm, keep it from civil broils,

      Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!

      A far more glorious star thy soul will make

      Than Julius Caesar or bright —

      [Enter a Messenger.]

MESSENGER

      My honourable lords, health to you all!

      Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,

      Of loss, of slaughter, and discomfiture:

      Guienne, Champagne, Rheims, Orleans,

      Paris, Guysors, Poictiers, are all quite lost.

BEDFORD

      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.

GLOUCESTER

      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.

EXETER

      How

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