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TO NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY 227317) ASTOR, LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATINIS

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ASTOR, LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS

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HUNG be of 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!
Henry the Fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er lost a king of so much worth.
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;
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.
Ere. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not
in blood?
Henry is dead, and never shall revive:
U 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,

(1) Alluding to our ancient stage-practice when a tragedy was to be acted Wot. ii.

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?
Win. He was aking blessed 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 church-
• men pray'd,
His thread of }. had not so soon decay’d:
None do you like but an effeminate prince,
Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.
Win. Gloster, whate'er we like, thou art pro-
tector;
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 thougo'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' moisteyes babes shall suck,
Our isle be made a nourish” of salt tears,
And none but women left to wail the dead.—
Henry the Fifth' thy ghost I invocate;
É. this realm, keep it from civil broils!
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!

(2) There was a notion long prevalent, that life might be taken away by metrical charms. (3) Nurse was anciently so spelt.

A far more glorious star thy soul will make, Than Julius Caesar, or bright—

Enter a Messenger.

JMess. My honourable lords, health to you all! Sad tidings *...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? $o. softly: or the loss of those great towns 'ill make him burst his lead, and rise from death. Glo. Is Paris lost? is Rouen yielded up? If Henry were recall'd to life again, These o would cause him once more yield the ost. ow were they lost? what treachery was us'd? JMess. Notreachery; 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, You are disputing of your generals. One would have ling'ring wars, with little cost; Another would fly swift but wanteth wings; A third man o without expense at all, By guileful fair words peace may be obtain'd. Awake, awake, English nobility! Let not sloth dim your honours, new-begot: Cropp'd are the flower-de-luces in your arms; Of England's coat one half is cut away. Ere. Were our tears wanting to this funeral, These tidings would call forth her flowing tides. Bed. 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 I will lend the French, instead of eyes, To weep their intermissive miseries.”

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Enter another 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 §. is crowned king in Rheims; The bastard of Orleans with him is join'd; Reigneir, duke of Anjou, doth take his part; The duke of Alençon flieth to his side. Ere. The dauphin crowned king! all fly to him! O, whither shall we fly from this reproach? Glo. We will notfly, but to our enemies' throats: Bedford, if thou be o I'll fight it out. Bed. Gloster, why doubt'st thou of my forwardness? An army have I muster'd in my thoughts, Wherewith already France is over-run.

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No leisure had he to enrank his men;
He wanted pikes to set before his archers;
Insteadwhereof, sharpstakes, pluck'dout of hedges,
They pitched in the ground confusedly,
To keep the horsemen off from breaking in.
More than three hours the fight continued;
Where valiant Talbot, above human thought,
Enacted wonders with his sword and lance.
Hundreds he sent to hell, and none durst stand him
Here, there, and every where, enrag'd he slew:
The French exclaim’d, The devil was in arms
All the whole army stood agaz'd on him:
His soldiers, spying his undaunted spirit,
A Talbot! a Talbot! cried out amain,
And rush'd into the bowels of the battle.
Here had the conquest fully been seal’d up,
If sir John Fastolfe had not play'd the coward;
He being in the vaward (plac'd behind,
With purpose to relieve and follow them,)
Cowardly fled, not having struck one stroke.
Hence grew the general wreck and massacre;
Enclosed were they with their enemies:
A base Walloon, to win the dauphin's grace,
Thrust Talbot with a spear into the back;
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,
For living idly here, in pomp and ease,
Whilst such a worthy leader, wanting aid,
Unto his dastard foe-men is betray'd.
3.Mess. Ono, 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:
I'll hale the dauphin headlong from his throne,
His crown shall be the ransom of my friend;
Four of their lords I'll change for one of ours.-
Farewell, my masters; to my task will I:
Bonfires in France forthwith I am to make,
To keep our t Saint George's feast withal:
Ten thousand soldiers with me I will take,
Whose bloody deeds shall make all Europe quake.
3.Mess. Soyou had need; for Orleans is besieg'd,
The English army is grown weak and faint:
The earl of so craveth supply,
And hardly keeps his men from mutiny,
Since they, so few, watch such a multitude.
Ere. Remember, lords, your oaths to Henry

sworn; Either to quell the dauphin utterly, Or bring him in obedience to your yoke. Bed. I do remember it; and here take leave, To go about my preparation. o: Glo. I’ll to ". Tower, with all the haste I can, To view the artillery and munition; And then I will proclaim young Henry king. [Er. Ere. To Eltham will I, where the youngking is, Being ordain'd his special governor; And for his safety there I'll best devise. [Erit. Win. Each hath his place and function to attend: I am left out; for me nothing remains. But long I will not be Jack-out-of-office; The king from Eltham I intend to send, And sit at chiefest stern of public weal. [Erit. Scene closes. SCENTE II.-France. Before Orleans. Enter Charles, with his forces; Alençon, Reignier, and others. Char. Mars his true moving, even as in the heavens,

(2) i. e. Their miseries which have had only a short intermission.

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