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King HENRY VI.
Duke of GLOSTER, Uncle to the King, and Protector.
Duke of BEDFORD, Uncle to the King, Regent of France.
Duke of EXETER.
HENRY BEAUFORT, Bishop of Winchester.
JOHN BEAUFORT, Earl of Somerset.
RICHARD PLANTAGENET, Duke of York.
Earls of WARWICK, SALISBURY, and SUFFOLK.
TALBOT, afterwards Earl of Shrewsbury; and JOHN TALBOT,

his Son.
EDMUND MORTIMER, Earl of March. His Keeper & Lawyer.
Sir John FASTOLFE, Sir William LUCY, Sir WILLIAM

GLANSDALE, Sir THOMAS GARGRAVE.
WOODVILLE, Lieutenant of the Tower. The Mayor of London.
VERNON, of the White Rose Faction : BASSET, of the Red.
CHARLES, Dauphin, and afterwards King of France.
REIGNIER, Duke of Anjou, and King of Naples.
Dukes of BURGUNDY and ALENÇON. BASTARD OF ORLEANS.
Governor of Paris. Master Gunner of Orleans, and his Son.
General of the French Forces in Bordeaux. A French Serjeant.
A Porter. An old Shepherd, Father to Joan la Pucelle.

MARGARET, Daughter to Reignier.
Countess 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 several Attendants both on the English and French.

SCENE: partly in England, and partly in France.

This history, as far as we know, first appeared in the folio 1623; and Rowe prefixed to it a list of the characters in 1709. We are, on the whole, of opinion that the main body of it was originally by Robert Greene, and that Shakespeare added to, and improved it, in the commencement of his stage-career.

KI N G H E NRY VI.

PART I.

ACT I.

SCENE 1.-Westminster Abbey.

Dead March

The Corpse of King HENRY the Fifth is discovered, lying in state; attended on by the Dukes of BEDFORD, GLOSTER, and EXETER; the Earl of WARWICK, the Bishop of WINCHESTER, Heralds, etc.

Bed. 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.

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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.

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

Win. Gloster, 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 church men may.

Glo. 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.
Bed. Cease, cease these jars, and rest your minds in

peace.

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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 Cæsar, or bright-

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, Rouen, 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.

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3 When at their mothers' moist eyes babes shall suck,] This is the doubtful and disagreeable line as it stands in the folio 1632: that of 1623 has moisten'd for “moist”.

-a MARISH of salt tears,] Pope substituted marish, i.e., marsh, for “nourish”, which is the word in the first and in all the other folios. “Nourish”, as is proved by various quotations anterior to the time of Shakespeare,

was another form of the word nourice, or nurse. * Than Julius Cæsar, or bright-] So printed in the original, as if the entrance of the messenger had interrupted the conclusion of the sentence: the Corr. fol. 1632 fills the blank by Cassiopé.

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Glo. 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.

Exe. How were they lost? what treachery was us'd?

Mess. No treachery ; 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 lingering wars with little cost;
Another would fly swift, but wanteth wings;
A third man thinks, 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.

Exe. Were our tears wanting to this funeral,
These tidings would call forth the 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 will I lend the French instead of eyes,
To weep their intermissive miseries.

Enter a second Messenger.
Second Mess. Lords, view these letters, full of bad mis-

chance : France is revolted from the English quite,

5 A third Man thinks,] Man is from the folio 1632 ; and it seems necessary, at all events, to the measure.

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