Perfons reprefented.

King Henry the Sixth.

Duke of Glofter, 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 of Somerset; afterwards, Duke. Richard Plantagenet, eldeft fon 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 :

John Talbot, bis fon.

Edmund Mortimer, Earl of March.

Mortimer's Keeper, and a Lawyer.

Sir John Faftolfe. Sir William Lucy.

Sir William Glanfdale. Sir Thomas Gargrave.
Mayor of London. Woodville, Lieutenant of the Tower.

Vernon, of the White Rofe, or York faction.

Baffet, 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 Burgundy. Duke of Alençon.
Governor of Paris. Baftard of Orleans.
Mafter-gunner of Orleans, and bis fon.
General of the French forces in Bourdeaux.
A French Sergeant. A Porter.

An old Shepherd, father to Joan la Pucelle.

Margaret, daughter to Reignier; afterwards married to

King Henry.

Counters 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 feveral Attendants both on the English and French.

SCENE, partly in England, and partly in France,

FIRST PART OF

KING HENRY VI.

ACT I.

SCENE İ. Weftminster Abbey.

Dead march. Corpfe of King Henry the Fifth discovered, lying in ftate; 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!

Comets, importing change of time and states,
Brandish your crystal treffes in the sky;
And with them fcourge the bad revolting stars,
That have confented unto Henry's death!
Henry the fifth, too famous to live long!
England ne'er loft a king of fo much worth.
GLO. England ne'er had a king, until his time.

Virtue he had, deferving to command:

His brandifh'd fword did blind men with his beams;
His arms spread wider than a dragon's wings;
His fparkling eyes replete with wrathful fire,
More dazzled and drove back his enemies,

Than mid-day fun, fierce bent against their faces.
What should I fay? his deeds exceed all speech:
He ne'er lift up his hand, but conquer'd.

[blood

EXE. We mourn in black; Why mourn we not in Henry is dead, and never fhall revive :

Upon a wooden coffin we attend;
And death's dishonourable victory
We with our stately prefence glorify,
Like captives bound to a triumphant car,
What? fhall we curfe the planets of mishap,
That plotted thus our glory's overthrow?
Or fhall we think the fubtle-witted French
Conjurers and forcerers, that, afraid of him,
By magick verses have contriv'd his end?
WIN. He was a king blefs'd of the King of kings.
Unto the French the dreadful judgement day
So dreadful will not be, as was his fight.

The battles of the Lord of hosts he fought :

The church's prayers made him so profperous.

GLO. The church! where is it? Had not churchmen

His thread of life had not fo foon decay'd:
None do you like but an effeminate prince,
Whom, like a school-boy, you may over-awe.

[pray'd,

WIN. Glofter, whate'er we like, thou art protector;
And lookeft to command the prince, and realm.

Thy wife is proud; fhe holdeth thee in awe,
More than God, or religious churchmen, may.

GLO. Name not religion, for thou lov'ft the flesh;
And ne'er throughout the year to church thou go'st,
Except it be to pray against thy foes.

BED. Ceafe, cease thefe jars, and reft your minds in peace! Let's to the altar-Heralds, wait on us :--

Inftead of gold, we'll offer up our arms;

Since arms avail not, now that Henry's dead.-
Pofterity, await for wretched years,

When at their mother's moift eyes babes fhall fuck;

Our ifle be made a nourish of falt tears,

And none but women left to wail the dead.-
Henry the fifth! thy ghost I invocate;
Profper this realm, keep it from civil broils!
Combat with adverse planets in the heavens!
A far more glorious ftar thy foul will make,
Than Julius Cæfar, or bright-

Enter a MESSENGER.

MESS. My honourable lords, health to you all!
Sad tidings bring I to you out of France,
Of lofs, of flaughter, and discomfiture:
Guienne, Champaigne, Rheims, Orleans,
Paris, Guyfors, Poitiers, are all quite loft.

BED. What fay'ft thou, man, before dead Henry's corfe? Speak foftly; or the lofs of those great towns Will make him burst his lead, and rife from death. GLO. Is Paris loft? is Roüen yielded up?

If Henry were recall'd to life again,

Thefe news would cause him once more yield the ghost. EXE. How were they loft? what treachery was us'd? MESS. No treachery; but want of men and money. Among the foldiers this is muttered,—

That here you maintain several factions;

And, whilst a field fhould be despatch'd and fought,
You are difputing of your generals.

One would have ling'ring wars, with little coft;
Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
A third man thinks, without expence at all,
By guileful fair words peace may be obtain❜d.
Awake, awake, English nobility!